no one else was likely to come along this trail soon, maybe not for hours.
Then she heard a voice directly above her.
“Hey! Did you have a bit of an accident?”
She breathed a little easier at the sound.
She looked up and saw that a man was standing above her. His figure was silhouetted against pale light, so she couldn’t make out his face.
Still, she could barely believe her luck. After so many mornings of seeing no one on this trail, this morning someone just happened to come by when she desperately needed help.
“I think my ankle is broken,” she called up to the man. “And I’ve lost my phone.”
“That sounds bad,” the man said. “How did it happen?”
What kind of question is that? she wondered.
Although there seemed to be a smile in his voice, Courtney wished she could see his face.
She said, “I was jogging, and… there was this hole, and…”
“And what?”
Courtney was feeling more than a little impatient now.
She said, “Well, obviously, I fell in.”
The man fell quiet for a moment. Then he said, “It’s a big hole. Didn’t you see it?”
Courtney let out a groan of exasperation.
“Look, I just need help getting out of here, OK?”
The man shook his head.
“You shouldn’t come jogging in strange places where you don’t know the path.”
“I do know this path!” Courtney shouted.
“Then how did you fall in this hole?”
Courtney was dumbfounded. Either the man was an idiot or he was toying with her.
“Are you the dick that dug this hole?” she snapped. “If so, it’s not funny, damn it. Get me out of here!”
She was shocked to realize that she was weeping.
“How?” the man asked.
Courtney reached up, stretching her arm as far as it would go.
“Here,” she said. “Reach down and take my hand and pull me up.”
“I’m not sure I can reach that far.”
“Sure you can.”
The man laughed. It was a pleasant, friendly laugh. Even so, Courtney still wished she could see his face.
“I’ll take care of everything,” he said.
He stepped away and out of sight.
Then she heard a rattling of metal and squeaking, grinding sounds coming around from behind her.
The next thing she knew, she felt a huge weight crashing down on her.
She gasped and sputtered until she grasped that the man had just dumped a load of dirt on her.
She felt her hands and legs getting cold – signs of panic, she realized.
Don’t panic, she told herself.
Whatever was going on, she had to stay calm.
She saw that the man was standing with a wheelbarrow tilted over her. A few remaining clods of dirt tumbled out of the wheelbarrow onto her head.
“What are you doing?” she yelled.
“Relax,” the man said. “Like I said, I’ll take care of everything.”
He rolled the wheelbarrow away. Then she heard a dull, drum-like pounding against metal again and again.
It was the sound of the man shoveling more dirt into the wheelbarrow.
She closed her eyes, took a deep breath, opened her mouth, and let out a long, piercing shriek.
“Help!”
Then she felt a heavy clump of dirt hitting her directly in her face. Some of it got into her mouth, and she choked and gagged and spit it out.
His voice still sounding friendly, the man said…
“I’m afraid you’re going to have to yell a lot louder than that.”
Then with a chuckle he added…
“I can barely hear you myself.”
She let out another shriek, shocked at the loudness of her own voice.
Then the man dumped the new wheelbarrow full of dirt onto her.
She couldn’t scream again now. Her throat was clogged with dirt.
She was overcome by an eerie sense of déjà vu. She’d experienced this before – this inability to run from danger or even to scream.
But those experiences had only been nightmares. And she’d always woken up from them.
Surely this was just another nightmare.
Wake up, she told herself again and again. Wake up, wake up, wake up…
But she couldn’t wake up.
This was not a dream.
This was real.
Chapter One
Special Agent Riley Paige was working at her desk at the BAU building in Quantico when an unwelcome memory swept over her…
A dark-skinned man was staring at her with glassy eyes.
He had a bullet wound in his shoulder, and a much more dangerous wound in the abdomen.
In a weak, bitter voice, he told Riley…
“I order you to kill me.”
Riley’s hand was on her weapon.
She ought to kill him.
She had every good reason to kill him.
Even so, she didn’t know what to do…
A woman’s voice snapped Riley out of her reverie.
“You look like you’ve got something on your mind.”
Riley looked up from her desk and saw a young African-American woman with short straight hair standing in her office doorway.
It was Jenn Roston, who had been Riley’s new partner on her most recent case.
Riley
