And being on her own here now was both a very bad idea, and seemingly unavoidable. Now the situation was definitely high-risk. But then, she was also the only one who had set off on a very unofficial investigation of a few oddities-not murder or any other major crime. And every team was involved in high-risk operations ranging from murder to possible terrorist threats-the latter being investigations the unit had only recently begun to be called into as consultants.Īs far as Riley could tell, she was the only agent operating without a team, partner, or any kind of backup. The unit was literally scattered across the map, manpower and resources spread thinner than she'd ever known them to be. She only hoped it was true.”Ĭhicago, Kansas City, Denver, Phoenix, L.A., and Seattle, plus two small towns she'd never heard of in the Gulf Coast region. It was the second time she'd said that in the last couple of hours.
She looked across the top of her menu at this pale-eyed stranger whose bed she apparently shared, and ignored the cold knot in the pit of her belly to say calmly, "I'm ready." With the exception of Gordon, she didn't know who to trust, and he could offer little more than moral support since, if she had even reached any conclusions or formed any theories since arriving here, she had not confided them to him.Īs for the other man she was intimately close to… She was adept at role-playing-it was one of her strengths-but this? This was a very, very dangerous game of blind man's bluff, and the one wearing the blindfold-her-had cotton in her ears and a clothespin on her nose as well. “And here she was, in the middle of a tangled situation she didn't remember or understand, painfully aware that a killer or killers on the loose almost certainly knew a hell of a lot more about what was going on than she did.Īs independent and self-reliant as she was, Riley had never felt so unsure of herself.
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