of a sadistic killer named Peterson. He was toying with her, making her dodge the flame to escape its searing heat.
But she was tired of being humiliated. This time she was determined to strike back. When the flame leaped toward her face, she simultaneously ducked and launched a fierce jab that didn’t connect. The flame hooked around to her, and she countered with a cross that also didn’t connect. But before Peterson could make another move, she threw an uppercut, and she felt it smash into his chin …
“Hey!” Rudy shouted.
His voice brought Riley back to her present reality. Rudy was stretched out on his back on the mat.
How did he get down there? Riley wondered.
Then she realized that she’d hit him – and hit him hard.
“Oh my God!” she shouted. “Rudy, I’m sorry!”
Rudy was grinning and getting back on his feet.
“Don’t be,” he said. “That was good.”
They resumed sparring. The rest of the session was uneventful, and neither of them landed any punches. But now the whole thing felt good to Riley. Mike Nevins was right. This was just the therapy she needed.
All the same, she kept wondering when she’d ever be able to shake off those memories.
Maybe never, she thought.
Riley cut enthusiastically into her steak. The chef at Blaine’s Grill did a great job with several less conventional dishes, but today’s workout at the gym had left her hungry for a good steak and a salad. Her daughter, April, and her friend Crystal had ordered burgers. Blaine Hildreth, Crystal’s father, was in the kitchen, but he would be back any moment now to finish up his mahi-mahi.
Riley gazed around the comfortable dining room with a deep feeling of satisfaction. She realized that her life didn’t include enough warm evenings like this with friends, family, and a nice meal. The scenes her job presented were more often ugly and unsettling.
In a few days she would testify at a parole hearing for a child-killer who hoped to get out of jail early. And she needed to make sure that he didn’t get away with that.
Several weeks ago she’d closed a disturbing case in Phoenix. She and her partner, Bill Jeffreys, had caught a killer who murdered prostitutes. Riley was still having trouble feeling that she’d done much good in solving that case. Now she knew too much for her own comfort about a whole world of exploited women and girls.
But she was determined to keep such thoughts out of her mind right now. She felt herself relaxing little by little. Eating out at a restaurant with a friend and both of their kids reminded her what it could be like to live a normal life. She was living in a nice home and growing closer to a nice neighbor.
Blaine returned and sat down. Riley couldn’t help observing yet again that he was attractive. His receding hairline gave him a pleasantly mature look, and he was lean and fit.
“Sorry,” Blaine said. “This place runs fine without me when I’m not here, but if I’m in view everybody decides they need my help.”
“I know what that’s like,” Riley said. “I’m hoping that if I keep out of sight, BAU will forget me for a while.”
April said, “No chance of that. They’ll call soon. You’ll be headed off to some other part of the country.”
Riley sighed. “I could get used to not being on constant call.”
Blaine finished a bite of his mahi-mahi.
“Have you thought about changing careers?” he asked.
Riley shrugged. “What else would I do? I’ve been an agent most of my adult life.”
“Oh, I’m sure there are lots of things a woman of your talents could do,” Blaine said. “Most of them safer than being an FBI agent.”
He thought for a moment. “I could picture you being a teacher,” he added.
Riley chuckled. “Do you think that’s safer?” she asked.
“Depends on where you do it,” Blaine said. “What about college?”
“Hey, that’s an idea, Mom,” April said. “You wouldn’t have to travel all the time. And you’d still get to help people.”
Riley said nothing as she mulled it over. Teaching at a college would surely be something like the teaching she’d done at the academy in Quantico. She’d enjoyed doing that. It always gave her a chance to recharge. But would she want to be a full-time teacher? Could she really spend all her days inside a building with no real activity?
She poked at a mushroom with her fork.
I might turn into one of these, she thought.
“What about becoming a private investigator?” Blaine asked.
“I don’t think so,” Riley said. “Digging up dirty secrets about divorcing couples doesn’t appeal to me.”
“That’s not all that PIs do,” Blaine said. “What about investigating insurance fraud? Hey, I’ve got this cook who’s collecting disability, says he’s got a bad back. I’m sure he’s faking it, but I can’t prove it. You could start with him.”
Riley laughed. Blaine was joking, of course.
“Or you could look for missing people,” Crystal said. “Or missing pets.”
Riley laughed again. “Now that would make me feel like I was doing some real good in the world!”
April had dropped out of the conversation. Riley saw that she was texting and giggling. Crystal leaned across the table toward Riley.
“April’s got a new boyfriend,” Crystal said. Then she silently mouthed, “I don’t like him.”
Riley was annoyed that her daughter was ignoring everybody else at the table.
“Stop doing that,” she told April. “It’s rude.”
“What’s rude about it?” April said.
“We’ve talked about this,” Riley said.
April ignored her and typed a message.
“Put that away,” Riley said.
“In a minute, Mom.”
Riley stifled a groan. She’d long since learned that “in a minute” was teen talk for “never.”
Just then her own phone buzzed. She felt angry with herself for not turning it off before leaving the house. She looked at the phone and saw that it was a message from her FBI partner, Bill. She thought about leaving it unread, but she couldn’t make herself do that.
As she brought up the message, she glanced up and saw April grinning at her. Her daughter was enjoying the irony. Silently seething, Riley read Bill’s text message.
Meredith has a new case. He wants to discuss it with us ASAP.
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