possibly—?” Her words trailed off.
Riley shook her head.
“Her ex-husband’s not a likely suspect,” she said.
“Why on earth not?” Mrs. Newbrough asked.
Riley weighed in her mind what she should and should not tell them.
“You may have read that the killer struck before,” she said. “There was a similar victim near Daggett.”
Mrs. Newbrough was becoming more agitated.
“What’s any of this supposed to mean to us?”
“We’re dealing with a serial killer,” Riley said. “There was nothing domestic about it. Your daughter may not have known the killer at all. There’s every likelihood that it wasn’t personal.”
Mrs. Newbrough was sobbing now. Riley immediately regretted her choice of words.
“Not personal ?” Mrs. Newbrough almost shouted. “How could it be anything but personal?”
Senator Newbrough spoke to his son.
“Robert, please take your mother elsewhere and calm her down. I need to talk with Agent Paige alone.”
Robert Newbrough obediently led his mother away. Senator Newbrough said nothing for a moment. He looked Riley steadily in the eyes. She was sure that he was accustomed to intimidating people with that stare of his. But it didn’t work especially well on her. She simply returned his gaze.
At last, the Senator reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out a letter-sized envelope. He walked over to her chair and handed it to her.
“Here,” he said. Then he walked back to the couch and sat down again.
“What’s this?” Riley asked.
The Senator turned his gaze on her again.
“Everything you need to know,” he said.
Riley was now completely baffled.
“May I open it?” she asked.
“By all means.”
Riley opened the envelope. It contained a single sheet of paper with two columns of names on it. She recognized some of them. Three or four were well-known reporters on the local TV news. Several others were prominent Virginia politicians. Riley was even more perplexed than before.
“Who are these people?” she asked.
“My enemies,” Senator Newbrough said in an even voice. “Probably not a comprehensive list. But those are the ones who matter. Somebody there is guilty.”
Riley was completely dumbfounded now. She sat there and said nothing.
“I’m not saying that anybody on that list killed my daughter directly, face to face,” he said. “But they sure as hell paid somebody to do it.”
Riley spoke slowly and cautiously.
“Senator, with all due respect, I believe I just said that your daughter’s killing probably wasn’t personal. There has already been one murder nearly identical to it.”
“Are you saying that my daughter was targeted purely by coincidence?” the Senator asked.
Yes, probably, Riley thought.
But she knew better than to say so aloud.
Before she could reply, he added, “Agent Paige, I’ve learned through hard experience not to believe in coincidences. I don’t know why or how, but my daughter’s death was political. And in politics, everything is personal. So don’t try to tell me it’s anything else but personal. It’s your job and the Bureau’s to find whoever is responsible and bring him to justice.”
Riley took a long, deep breath. She studied the man’s face in minute detail. She could see it now. Senator Newbrough was a thorough narcissist.
Not that I should be surprised, she thought.
Riley understood something else. The Senator found it inconceivable that anything in his life wasn’t specifically about him, and him alone. Even his daughter’s murder was about him. Reba had simply gotten caught between him and somebody who hated him. He probably really believed that.
“Sir,” Riley began, “with all due respect, I don’t think—”
“I don’t want you to think,” Newbrough said. “You’ve got all the information you need right in front of you.”
They held each other’s gaze for several seconds.
“Agent Paige,” the Senator finally said, “I get the feeling we’re not on the same
Riley shook her head.
“Her ex-husband’s not a likely suspect,” she said.
“Why on earth not?” Mrs. Newbrough asked.
Riley weighed in her mind what she should and should not tell them.
“You may have read that the killer struck before,” she said. “There was a similar victim near Daggett.”
Mrs. Newbrough was becoming more agitated.
“What’s any of this supposed to mean to us?”
“We’re dealing with a serial killer,” Riley said. “There was nothing domestic about it. Your daughter may not have known the killer at all. There’s every likelihood that it wasn’t personal.”
Mrs. Newbrough was sobbing now. Riley immediately regretted her choice of words.
“Not personal ?” Mrs. Newbrough almost shouted. “How could it be anything but personal?”
Senator Newbrough spoke to his son.
“Robert, please take your mother elsewhere and calm her down. I need to talk with Agent Paige alone.”
Robert Newbrough obediently led his mother away. Senator Newbrough said nothing for a moment. He looked Riley steadily in the eyes. She was sure that he was accustomed to intimidating people with that stare of his. But it didn’t work especially well on her. She simply returned his gaze.
At last, the Senator reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out a letter-sized envelope. He walked over to her chair and handed it to her.
“Here,” he said. Then he walked back to the couch and sat down again.
“What’s this?” Riley asked.
The Senator turned his gaze on her again.
“Everything you need to know,” he said.
Riley was now completely baffled.
“May I open it?” she asked.
“By all means.”
Riley opened the envelope. It contained a single sheet of paper with two columns of names on it. She recognized some of them. Three or four were well-known reporters on the local TV news. Several others were prominent Virginia politicians. Riley was even more perplexed than before.
“Who are these people?” she asked.
“My enemies,” Senator Newbrough said in an even voice. “Probably not a comprehensive list. But those are the ones who matter. Somebody there is guilty.”
Riley was completely dumbfounded now. She sat there and said nothing.
“I’m not saying that anybody on that list killed my daughter directly, face to face,” he said. “But they sure as hell paid somebody to do it.”
Riley spoke slowly and cautiously.
“Senator, with all due respect, I believe I just said that your daughter’s killing probably wasn’t personal. There has already been one murder nearly identical to it.”
“Are you saying that my daughter was targeted purely by coincidence?” the Senator asked.
Yes, probably, Riley thought.
But she knew better than to say so aloud.
Before she could reply, he added, “Agent Paige, I’ve learned through hard experience not to believe in coincidences. I don’t know why or how, but my daughter’s death was political. And in politics, everything is personal. So don’t try to tell me it’s anything else but personal. It’s your job and the Bureau’s to find whoever is responsible and bring him to justice.”
Riley took a long, deep breath. She studied the man’s face in minute detail. She could see it now. Senator Newbrough was a thorough narcissist.
Not that I should be surprised, she thought.
Riley understood something else. The Senator found it inconceivable that anything in his life wasn’t specifically about him, and him alone. Even his daughter’s murder was about him. Reba had simply gotten caught between him and somebody who hated him. He probably really believed that.
“Sir,” Riley began, “with all due respect, I don’t think—”
“I don’t want you to think,” Newbrough said. “You’ve got all the information you need right in front of you.”
They held each other’s gaze for several seconds.
“Agent Paige,” the Senator finally said, “I get the feeling we’re not on the same
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