Riley Jenkins Criminal Minds Novels & Stories

Or worse, they would see me on the video and think it proved I was nearby, doing something bad. The officer Jenkins pulled out his phone as he stepped into the deep shadow of the alley. He was looking down at the screen, distracted. I could hear his low voice. “…no, babe, I’ll be late. Big case. Yeah, a murder. Tell mom I…” I didn’t let him finish. It was now or never. If I waited another second, the chance would be gone.

They were close—he may feel it. The team gathered in the briefing room, where a huge whiteboard was secured in names, dates, and lines interfacing them all. “Alright,” Sam said, tending to the room. “We’ve distinguished three conceivable Rileys associated with this case. Two are low-level hooligans, nothing major. But the third… the third may be a distinctive story.” He pointed to a photo on the board, appearing a man in his mid-forties with a difficult, perilous see. “Riley Dawson. Previous military, dishonorably released. Rumored to be included in a few contract killings, but nothing’s ever been demonstrated. He’s been off the radar for a while, but we think he may be back within the game.

“Are you out of your mind?” Riley Martinez paced around Leandro’s apartment like a caged animal, her detective badge swinging from the lanyard around her neck. For two weeks now, she had been showing up at his door with the same lecture, the same frustrated energy, the same disbelief that he had walked into Dario Santos’ building and lived to tell about it.