Chapter 8
As soon as Riley and Lucy stepped off the FBI plane, a young uniformed cop came dashing toward them across the tarmac.
“Boy, am I glad to see you guys,” he said. “Chief Alford’s fit to be tied. If somebody doesn’t take Rosemary’s body down directly, he’s liable to have a stroke. Reporters are already all over this. I’m Tim Boyden.”
Riley’s heart sank as she and Lucy introduced themselves. Media on the scene so quickly was a sure sign of trouble. The case was off to a rocky start.
“Can I help you carry anything?” Officer Boyden asked.
“We’re good,” Riley said. She and Lucy had only a couple of small bags.
Officer Boyden pointed across the tarmac.
“The car’s right over there,” he said.
The three of them walked briskly to the car. Riley got in on the front passenger side, wh
