CHAPTER TEN
Riley flinched at the hot blast of air as she, Bill, and Jenn got out of the car in front of the Rushville police station.
She wondered …
Is it always this hot here this time of year?
The heat had actually been worse on the scorching tarmac when they got off the BAU plane in Biloxi. It had felt like walking into a steam room. Agents from the nearby FBI resident agency had met them at the plane, turned over a vehicle for their use, scurried back into their own car with its air conditioning still running, and driven away without further to-do.
Riley fanned herself with her free hand as they walked toward the small, plain, red brick police station.
Summers could be hot in Virginia, but Riley couldn’t remember experiencing this kind of oppressive, humid heat there. She notice
