CHAPTER FOURTEEN
There was a feeling of excitement in the stuffy air of the little conference room when Riley and her colleagues arrived. Chief Belt had called his own cops and other members of the FBI team together in the Sattler police station. The meeting was already in progress.
Chief Belt got up from his chair at the end of the table.
He said, “Agents Paige, Jeffreys, Roston—you got here just in time! I think we’ve got something.”
Projected on a screen behind Belt was a composite sketch of a youngish man. Riley guessed it was the drawing that had been made from the eyewitness’s description.
Chief Belt said to one of the cops sitting at the table, “Officer Goodner, bring the agents up to speed on what you just told us.”
Goodner was a young police officer with a roundish face. Ril
