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      “And who might that be?” Bill asked.

      Riley didn’t have to think about it for more than a few seconds.

      “I’m going to make you some coffee,” she said. “When I get back, I expect you to be on your feet and ready to get out of this place.”

      On her way to Bill’s kitchen, Riley looked at her watch. She had little time to spare before the plane would be ready. She had to act quickly.

      She took out her cell phone and punched in the personal number for Mike Nevins, a forensic psychiatrist in DC who worked for the Bureau from time to time. Riley considered him to be a close friend, and he had helped her through several of her own crises in the past, including a terrible case of PTSD.

      When Mike’s phone started ringing, she put her cell phone on speaker, left it on the kitchen counter, and started setting up Bill’s coffeemaker. She was relieved when Mike answered the phone.

      “Riley! It’s great to hear from you! How are things? How is that growing family of yours?”

      The sound of Mike’s voice was refreshing, and she could almost see the fussy, well-dressed man and his pleasant expression. She wished she could chat with him and catch up with things, but there wasn’t time for that.

      “I’m fine, Mike. But I’m in a hurry. I’ve got to catch a plane shortly. I need a favor.”

      “Name it,” Mike said.

      “My partner, Bill Jeffreys, is going through a rough time right now after our last case.”

      She could hear a note of genuine concern in Mike’s voice.

      “Oh dear, I heard about that. Terrible thing, the death of that young protégé of yours. Is it true that your partner has been put on leave? Something to do with shooting the wrong man?”

      “That’s right. He needs your help. And he needs it right away. He’s drinking, Mike. I’ve never seen him this bad.”

      There was a short silence.

      “I’m not sure I understand,” Mike said. “Hasn’t he been assigned a therapist?”

      “Yeah, but he’s not doing Bill any good.”

      Now there was a note of caution in Mike’s voice.

      “I don’t know, Riley. I’m generally not comfortable taking patients who are already under someone else’s care.”

      Riley felt a flash of worry. She didn’t have time to deal with Mike’s ethical scruples right now.

      “Mike, they’ve assigned him to Dr. Leo.”

      Another silence fell.

      I’ll bet that did the trick, Riley thought. She knew perfectly well that Mike despised the celebrity therapist with all his heart.

      Finally Mike said, “When can Bill come in?”

      “What are you doing right now?”

      “I’m in my office. I’ll be tied up for a couple of hours but I can be available after that.”

      “Great. He can get there by then. But please let me know if he doesn’t show up.”

      “I’ll do that.”

      As they ended the call, coffee was trickling into the carafe. Riley poured a cup and went back to Bill’s bedroom. He wasn’t there. But the door to the adjoining bathroom was closed, and Riley could hear Bill’s electric razor on the other side.

      Riley rapped on the door.

      “Yeah, I’m decent,” Bill said.

      Riley opened the door and saw that Bill was shaving. She set the coffee down on the edge of the sink.

      “I made you an appointment with Mike Nevins,” she said.

      “For when?”

      “Right now. As soon as you can get out of here and drive there. I’ll text you his office address. I’ve got to go.”

      Bill looked surprised. Of course, Riley hadn’t told him anything about being in a hurry.

      “I’ve got a case in Iowa,” Riley explained. “The plane’s waiting right now. Don’t skip out on Mike Nevins. I’ll find out about it, and there will be hell to pay.”

      Bill grumbled, but then said, “OK, I’ll get there.”

      Riley turned to leave. Then she thought of something she wasn’t sure she should bring up.

      Finally she said, “Bill, Shane Hatcher’s still on the loose. There are agents posted around my house. But I got a threatening text from him, and nobody knows about it except you. I don’t think he’d attack my family, but I can’t be sure. I wonder if maybe …”

      Bill nodded.

      “I’ll keep an eye on things,” he said. “I need to do something useful.”

      Riley gave him a quick hug and left the apartment.

      As she walked toward her car, she checked her watch again.

      If she didn’t run into any traffic, she’d make it to the airstrip in time.

      Now she had to start thinking about her new case, but she wasn’t particularly worried about it. This one probably wouldn’t take long.

      After all, how could a single small-town murder demand much in the way of time and effort?

      CHAPTER NINE

      Even as she walked across the tarmac toward the plane Riley started psyching herself up for her new case. But there was one thing she needed to do before she got too wrapped up in it.

      She sent a text to Mike Nevins.

      Text me when Bill shows up. Text me if he doesn’t.

      She breathed a sigh of relief when Mike responded immediately.

      Will do.

      Riley told herself that she’d done all she could do for Bill right now, and it was up to him to make the most of her help. If anybody could help Bill deal with the things that were tormenting him, Riley was sure that Mike could.

      She climbed the steps into the cabin, where Jenn Roston was already seated and working on her laptop computer. Jenn glanced up and nodded as Riley sat down across the table from her.

      Riley nodded back.

      Then Riley looked out the window during takeoff and as the plane climbed to cruising altitude. She didn’t like the chilly silence between her and Jenn. She wondered if maybe Jenn didn’t like it either. These flights were normally a good time to talk over details of a case. But there was really nothing to say about this one yet. The body had just been found that morning, after all.

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