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she saw a few scattered people moving briskly as if in a hurry to get wherever they were going.
They don’t feel safe outside, she realized. It struck her as incredibly sad.
She wondered how long it had been since this neighborhood had been a pleasant place to live.
She also wondered …
Are we really making a difference?
Riley tried to imagine what life might be like here after the “mini station” Agent McCune mentioned was in place. Would neighbors really feel safer because of a couple of cops posted at a picnic table?
Riley sighed as the handful of people on the street continued hurrying to their separate destinations.
She realized she was asking herself the wrong question.
There’s no “we”—at least not yet.
She wasn’t involved in this operation at all. And Agent Crivaro certainly wasn’t showing any confidence in her.
She turned away from the window and headed back toward the door. As she crossed the rumpled rug, she noticed an odd sound under her feet. She stopped in her tracks and stood there for a moment. Then she tapped her heel against the floor.
It sounded oddly hollow where she was standing.
She walked over to the edge of the rug and pulled it off that patch of the floor.
She didn’t see anything unusual, just an ordinary hardwood floor.
I guess I was just imagining things, she thought.
She remembered what one of the agents had said coming out of this room.
“We searched it top to bottom.”
Surely she wasn’t going to find something that four FBI agents had missed.
And yet, she was sure she had heard something odd. She wouldn’t have noticed it if anybody else had been moving around the room. She’d only noticed it because it was quiet in here.
She took a couple of steps to the side and tapped her heel against the floor. The floor sound solid again. Then she stooped down and rapped on the spot she’d noticed before with her knuckles.
Sure enough, it did sound hollow there. She still didn’t see any sign of an opening but …
I wonder.
She could see that one length of board was shorter than the others. It had a dark spot on one end that looked like an ordinary knot.
Riley pressed the knot with her finger.
She almost jumped out of her skin as the board sprang up a little at that end.
I’ve found something! she thought.
I’ve really found something!
CHAPTER FOUR
Riley tugged at the end of the board that had popped up a little.
The whole board came loose. She set it to one side.
And sure enough, there was an opening to a space under the floor.
Riley peered closer. Tucked under the floorboards just out of ready sight were bundles of paper money.
She yelled loudly, “Agent Crivaro! I’ve found something!”
As she waited for a reply, Riley glimpsed something else alongside those bundles. It was the edge of a plastic object.
Riley reached for the object and picked it up.
It was a cell phone—a simpler model than the one she’d been given a little while ago. She realized that this must be one of those prepaid types that couldn’t be traced to an owner.
A burner phone, she thought. That must be very useful for a drug operation.
Suddenly she heard a voice shout from the doorway …
“Sweeney! What the hell do you think you’re doing?”
Riley turned and saw Agent Crivaro, his face red with rage. Agent McCune had entered right behind him.
She held the phone out and said, “I found something, Agent Crivaro.”
“I see that,” Crivaro said. “And your fingers are all over it. Give me that thing.”
Riley handed the phone to Crivaro, who took it gingerly with a thumb and forefinger and dropped it into an evidence bag. She saw that both he and Agent McCune were wearing gloves.
She felt her face flush with shame and embarrassment.
I really screwed up.
McCune knelt down and looked into the space under the floor.
He said, “Hey, Agent Crivaro! Get a look at this!”
Crivaro knelt down beside McCune, who said, “It’s the cash we’ve been looking all over the house for.”
“So it is,” Crivaro said.
Turning toward Riley again, Crivaro snapped …
“Did you touch any of this money?”
Riley shook her head.
“Are you sure?” Crivaro said.
“I’m sure,” Riley said timidly.
“How did you find this?” Crivaro said, pointing to the opening.
Riley shrugged and said, “I was just walking through here and I heard a hollow sound under the floor, so I pulled back the rug and—”
Crivaro interrupted, “And you yanked this board loose.”
“Well, I didn’t exactly yank anything. It just sort of popped up when I touched it in a certain spot.”
Crivaro growled, “You touched it. And the phone too. I can’t believe it. You got your prints all over everything.”
Riley stammered, “I—I’m sorry, sir.”
“You damn well should be,” Crivaro said. “I’m getting you out of here before you screw anything else up.”
He got up from the floor and brushed off his hands.
He said, “McCune, keep the search team working. When you finish the rooms on this floor, keep searching up in the attic. I don’t guess we’re likely to find much of anything else, but we’ve got to be thorough.”
“I’ll do that, sir,” McCune said.
Crivaro led Riley back downstairs and out to his car.
As they drove away, Riley asked, “Are we going back to headquarters?”
“Not today,” Crivaro said. “Maybe not ever. Where do you live? I’m taking you home.”
Her voice choked with emotion, Riley told him her address.
As they drove on in silence, Riley found herself remembering how impressed by her Crivaro had been back in Lanton, and how he’d told her …
“The FBI needs young people like you—especially women. You’d make a very fine BAU agent.”
How things had changed!
And she knew it wasn’t just because of the mistake she’d made. Crivaro had been cold to her from the start today.
Right now, Riley just wished he’d say something—anything.
She shyly asked, “Did you find anything in that other room across the hall? I mean, where the dumbwaiter used to be?”
“Not a thing,” Crivaro said.
Another silence fell. Riley was starting to feel confused now.
She knew she’d made a terrible mistake, but …
What was I supposed to do?
She’d had a gut feeling back in that room that there was something under the floor.
Was