I feel about that.”
“Me neither. Especially since teaching Crystal to drive has made me a nervous wreck.”
Riley felt a pang of guilt.
She said, “I’m afraid I haven’t spent much time teaching April. Hardly any time, really. She’s mostly had to make do with driver’s training at school.”
Blaine shrugged and said, “Do you want me to spend some time teaching her?”
Riley winced a little. She knew that Blaine managed to be more of a hands-on parent than she seemed capable of being. Her work with the BAU kept tugging her away from the usual mother-daughter routines, and she felt bad about that.
Still, it was kind of Blaine to offer to help out, and she knew she mustn’t feel jealous if he spent more time with April than she could. After all, he might wind up being April’s father before too long. It would be great for April and Jilly to have a dad who gave them real attention. That would be more than Riley’s ex-husband, Ryan, had ever done.
“That would be nice,” she said. “Thanks.”
Gabriela came into the living room carrying a tray. The stout woman deftly steered her steps as Jilly’s small, big-eared dog, Darby, and April’s rapidly growing black-and-white kitten, Marbles, scampered around her feet. Then Gabriela set the tray down on the coffee table in front of them.
“I hope you both are in the mood for coffee and champurradas.”
“Champurradas!” Blaine said with pleasure. “What a treat!”
As Gabriela poured two cups of coffee, Riley reached for one of the crisp, buttery cookies rolled in sesame seeds. The champurradas were freshly baked—and, of course, absolutely delicious.
Just as Gabriela turned to head back to the kitchen, Blaine said, “Gabriela, won’t you join us?”
Gabriela smiled. “Por supuesto. Gracias.”
She went to the kitchen to fetch another cup, then came back, poured herself some coffee, and sat in a chair near Riley and Blaine.
Blaine started chattering away with Gabriela, half in English and half in Spanish, asking her about her champurrada recipe. As a master chef and the owner of an upscale restaurant, Blaine was always interested in hearing Gabriela’s culinary secrets. As usual, Gabriela coyly resisted saying much at first, but she finally gave him all the details about how to make the exquisite Guatemalan cookies.
Riley smiled and listened as Blaine and Gabriela went on to discuss other recipes. She enjoyed hearing them talk like this. She thought it was remarkable how at home the three of them were together.
Riley searched in her mind for the word to describe how things felt right here and now. Then it came to her.
Cozy.
Yes, that was it. Here she and Blaine were, lounging shoeless on the couch, feeling thoroughly cozy together.
Then Riley felt a bit wistful as she realized something.
One thing the situation was not was romantic.
At the moment, Blaine hardly seemed like the passionate lover she’d sometimes known him to be. Of course, those romantic moments had been few and far between. Even when they had spent two weeks in a nice beach house this summer, they’d slept in separate rooms on account of their children.
Riley wondered …
Is this how things will stay between us if we get married?
Riley stifled a sigh at the thought that they were already acting like an old married couple. Then she smiled as she considered …
Maybe there’s nothing wrong with this.
After all, she was forty-one years old. Maybe it was time to put passionate romance behind her. Maybe it was time to settle down to coziness and comfort. And at the moment, that possibility really seemed OK.
Still, she wondered …
Is marriage really in the cards for Blaine and me?
She wished they could make a decision one way or the other.
Riley’s thoughts were interrupted by her ringing cell phone.
Her heart sank a little as she saw that the call was from her longtime BAU partner, Bill Jeffreys. As fond as she was of Bill, she felt sure that this wasn’t just a friendly call.
When she took the call, Bill said, “Riley, I just got a call from Chief Meredith. He wants to see you and me and Jenn Roston in his office immediately.”
“What’s going on?” Riley asked.
“There have been a couple of murders up in Connecticut. Meredith says it looks like a serial. I don’t know any details myself just yet.”
“I’ll be right there,” Riley said, ending the call.
She saw that both Blaine and Gabriela were looking at her with concern.
Blaine asked, “Is it a new murder case?”
“It looks like it,” Riley said, putting her shoes back on. “I’ll probably head up to Connecticut right away. I might be gone for a while.”
Gabriela said, “Ten cuidado, Señora Riley.”
Blaine nodded in agreement and said, “Yes, please be careful.”
Riley kissed Blaine lightly and headed on out of the house. Her go-bag was already packed and ready in the car, so she didn’t need to make any further preparations.
She felt a surge of anticipation. She knew that she was about to step out of a world of coziness and comfort into a much-too-familiar realm of darkness and evil. A world inhabited by monsters.
The story of my life, she thought with a bitter sigh.
CHAPTER TWO
Riley felt a sharp tingle of urgency in the air when she walked into Special Agent in Charge Brent Meredith’s office in the BAU building. The daunting, broad-framed Meredith was sitting at his desk. In front of him, Bill Jeffreys and Jenn Roston stood holding their go-bags.
Looks like this is going to be a short meeting, Riley thought.
She figured that she and her two partners would probably be flying out of Quantico within minutes, and she was glad to see that they’d all be working together again. During their most recent case in Mississippi, the three of them had broken even more rules than usual, and Meredith had made no secret of his displeasure with all of them. After that, she’d been afraid that Meredith might split them up.
“I’m glad all of you could get here so quickly,” Meredith said in his gruff voice, swiveling slightly in his desk chair. “I just got a call from Rowan Sturman, Special Agent in Charge at the New Haven, Connecticut, FBI office. He wants our help. I take it all of you’ve heard about the recent death of Vincent Cranston.”
Riley nodded, and so did her colleagues. She’d read in the newspapers that Vince Cranston, a youthful heir in the multibillionaire Cranston family, had died just last week under mysterious circumstances in New Haven.
Meredith continued, “Cranston had just started his first year at Yale, and his body was found early one morning on the Friendship Woods jogging trail. He’d just been out for a morning jog, and at first his death seemed to be from natural causes—a cerebral hemorrhage, it looked like.”
Bill said, “I take it the medical examiner came to a different conclusion.”
Meredith nodded. “Yeah, the authorities have kept it quiet so far. The ME found a small wound that ran through the victim’s ear straight into his brain. He’d apparently been stabbed there with something sharp, straight, and narrow.”
Jenn squinted at Meredith with surprise.
“An ice pick?” she asked.
“That’s what it looked like,” Meredith said.
Riley