Chapter 17
The FBI Behavioral Analysis Unit buzzed with activity as agents went about trying to locate April. Now they all knew that Riley had been right all along. Peterson was still alive, and as much of a threat as ever. The flyer had put any remaining skepticism to rest, and some of the agents looked as embarrassed as she thought they should be.
The mug shot of Peterson and the sketch that had been made from Brian’s description were side by side on the flyer. Both showed an ordinary-looking man who might not stand out in a crowd except for his large size and prominent jaw. The resemblance between the sketch and the photo was unmistakable.
Riley wished she could feel vindicated. Instead, she felt utterly wretched.
Meredith stepped into her doorway, his craggy features knotted with s
