Riley glanced at her car clock as she drove the kids into an upscale part of Fredericksburg and shuddered to see how little time she had left. Meredith's words came rushing back.
If you're late, there'll be hell to pay.
Maybe—just maybe—she'd get to the airstrip on time. She had planned to just stop at home and grab a bag, and now things were getting a lot more complicated. She wondered if she should she call Meredith and warn him that family problems might hold her up. No, she decided; her boss had been reluctant enough as it was. She couldn't expect him to cut her any slack.
Luckily, Brian's address was on the route to Ryan's house. When Riley pulled up to a big front yard and stopped the car, she said, "I ought to come in and tell your parents what happened."
"They're not at home," Brian said with a shrug. "Dad's gone for good, and Mom isn't there much."
He got out of the car, then turned and said, "Thanks for the ride." As he walked toward his house Riley wondered what kind of parents would leave a kid like that on his own. Didn't they know what kind of trouble a teenager could get into?
But maybe his mother doesn't have much choice in that matter, Riley thought miserably. Who am I to judge?
As soon as Brian went inside his house, Riley drove away. April had said nothing during the whole drive so far, and she didn't seem to be in any mood to talk now. Riley couldn't tell whether that silence was due to sullenness or shame. She realized that there seemed to be a lot she didn't know about her own daughter.
Riley was upset with both herself and April. Just yesterday they'd seemed to be getting along better. She'd thought that April was beginning to understand the pressures on an FBI agent. But then Riley had insisted that April go to her father's house last night, and today April was rebelling against being forced to do that.
Riley reminded herself that she ought to be a whole lot more sympathetic. She'd always been something of a rebel herself. And Riley knew what it was like to lose a mother and to have a distant father. April was bound to be afraid that the same thing would happen to her.
She's terrified for my safety, Riley realized. During recent months, April had seen her mother endure both physical and emotional injuries. After last night's intruder scare, April was surely worried sick. Riley reminded herself that she needed to pay closer attention to how her daughter might be feeling. Anyone of any age might have a hard time coping with the complications of Riley's life.
Riley pulled in front of the house she had once shared with Ryan. It was a large, handsome house with a portico at the side door, or porte-cochère as Ryan called it. These days, Riley chose to park on the street instead of pulling into the driveway and under the shelter.
She had never felt at home here. Somehow, living in a respectable suburban neighborhood had never suited her. Her marriage, the house, the neighborhood, all had represented so many expectations that she'd never felt able to fulfill.
Over the years Riley had realized that she was better at her job than she would ever be at living a normal life. Finally she had left the marriage, house, and neighborhood, and that made her all the more determined to live up to the expectations of being a mother to a teenage daughter.
As April started to open the car door, Riley said, "Wait."
April turned and looked at her expectantly.
Without so much as stopping to think, Riley said, "I get it. I understand."
April stared at her with a stunned expression. For a moment, she seemed on the verge of tears. Riley felt almost as surprised as her daughter. She didn't know quite what had come over her. She only knew that now was no time for parental lectures, even if she had time to deliver one, which she didn't. She also felt in her gut that she'd said exactly the right thing.
Riley and April got out of the car and walked together to the house. She didn't know whether to hope Ryan would be at home or not. She didn't want to get into an argument with him, and she'd already decided not to tell him about the marijuana incident. She knew she ought to, but there simply wasn't time to deal with his reactions. Still, she really did have to explain to him that she was going to be gone for a few days.
Gabriela, the stout, middle-aged Guatemalan woman who had worked as the family's housekeeper for years, greeted Riley and April at the door. Gabriela's eyes were wide with worry.
"Hija, where have you been?" she asked in her heavy accent.
"I'm sorry, Gabriela," April said meekly.
Gabriela looked closely at April's face. Riley saw by her expression that she detected that April had been smoking pot.
"Tonta!" Gabriela said sharply.
"Lo siento mucho," April said, sounding genuinely repentant.
"Vente conmigo," Gabriela said. As she led April away, she turned and gave Riley a look of bitter disapproval.
Riley withered under that look. Gabriela was one of the few people in the world who truly daunted her. The woman also had a wonderful way with April, and at the moment, she seemed to be doing a better job of parenting than Riley was.
Riley called after Gabriela, "Is Ryan here?"
As she walked away, Gabriela replied, "Sí." Then she called into the house, "Se?or Paige, your daughter is back."
Ryan appeared in the hallway, dressed and coiffed to leave. He looked surprised to see Riley.
"What are you doing here?" he asked. "Where was April?"
"She was at my house."
"What? After everything that happened last night, you took her home?"
Riley's jaw clenched with exasperation.
"I didn't take her anywhere," she said. "Ask her, if you want to know how she got there. I can't help it if she doesn't want to live with you. You're the only one who can fix that."
"This is all your fault, Riley. You've let her get completely out of control."
For a split second, Riley was furious. But her fury gave way to a sinking feeling that he might be right. It wasn't fair, but he really did know how to push her buttons that way.
Riley took a long, deep breath and said, "Look, I'm leaving town for a few days. I've got a case in Upstate New York. April has got to stay here, and she's got to stay put. Please explain the situation to Gabriela."
"You explain the situation to Gabriela," Ryan snapped. "I've got a client to meet. Right now."
"And I've got a plane to catch. Right now."
They stood staring at each other for a moment. Their argument had reached a stalemate. As she looked into his eyes, Riley reminded herself that she'd once loved him. And he'd seemed to love her just as much. That had been back when both of them were young and poor, before he had become a successful lawyer and she had become an FBI agent.
She couldn't help noting that he was still a very good-looking man. He went to a lot of trouble to look that way and spent many hours at the gym. Riley also knew perfectly well that he had lots of women in his life. That was part of the problem—he was enjoying his freedom as a bachelor too much to worry about parenting.
Not that I'm doing all that much better, she thought.
Then Ryan said, "It's always about your job."
Riley choked back her anger. They'd gone around and around about this. Her job was somehow both too dangerous and too trivial. His job was all that mattered, because he was making a lot more money, and because he claimed to be making a real difference in the world. As if handling lawsuits for wealthy clients amounted to more than Riley's never-ending war against evil.
But she couldn't let herself get dragged into this tired old argument right now. Neither of them ever won it anyway.
"We'll talk when I get back," she said.
She turned and walked out of the house. She heard Ryan shut the door behind her.
Riley got into her car and drove. She had less than an hour to get back to Quantico. Her head was reeling. So much was happening so fast. Just a little while ago she had decided to take a new case. Now she wondered if it was the right thing to do. Not only was April having trouble coping, but she was sure that Peterson was back in her life.
But in a way, it made good sense. As long as April stayed with her father, she'd be safe from Peterson's clutches. And Peterson wasn't going to take any other victims during Riley's absence. As puzzled as she was by him, Riley knew one thing for certain. She alone was his target for revenge. She, and no one else, was his intended next victim. And it would feel good to be far away from him for a while.
She also reminded herself of a hard lesson she had learned during her last case—not to take on all the evil in the world, all at the same time. It boiled down to a simple motto: One monster at a time.
And right now, she was going after an especially vicious brute. A man she just knew would strike again soon.