Blake Pierce

Instead, he cut the appearance of a prosperous and confident businessman, properly dressed in an expensive suit and tie.
“He looks as out of place as we do,” Bill muttered. “Why is a guy like that playing with dolls?”

“Birth certificate, arrest records, court transcripts, the works.”

She deftly avoided the blow and braced herself for the next swing.

Of course, Riley knew that it wasn’t entirely an act.

Suddenly, there came the noisy crack of breaker switches.

An exhibit farther on displayed several women’s corpses with their arms bound behind their backs.

Riley’s apprehension mounted as she entered the BAU building. When she walked into Brent Meredith’s office, the chief was at his desk waiting for her. A big man with angular, African-American features, Meredith was always an imposing presence. Right now he also looked worried.

holding something back.

giving him a squeeze on the arm

Even as she did, something was eating at her, telling her this wasn’t quite right.