Once Forsaken

Riley’s heart sank. By “on high,” she knew who Meredith meant. The complaints had come from Special Agent in Charge Carl Walder himself—a contemptible little man who had already suspended Riley more than once for insubordination.

Meredith growled, “Walder tells me he got a call from the dean of a small college.”

“Yes, Byars College. But if you’ll give me a moment to explain—”

Meredith interrupted her again.

“The dean said you walked into his office and made some preposterous allegations.”

“That’s not exactly what happened, sir,” Riley pleaded.

But Meredith steamrolled right along.

“Walder also got a call from Representative Hazel Webber. She said that you made your way into her home and harassed her. You even lied to her about some nonexistent case. And then you assaulted two members of her staff. You threatened them at gunpoint.”

Riley bristled at the accusation.

“That’s really not what happened, sir.”

“Then what did happen?”

“It was the guard’s own gun,” she blurted.

As soon as the words were out of her mouth, Riley realized …

That didn’t come out right at all.

“I was trying to give it back!” she said.

But she instantly knew …

That didn’t help.

A long silence fell.

Meredith drew a deep breath. Finally, he said, “You’d better have a good explanation for your actions, Agent Paige.”

Riley took a deep breath.

“Sir, there have been three suspicious deaths at Byars College, just during this school year. They were allegedly suicides. I don’t believe that’s what they were.”

“This is the first I’ve heard of it,” Meredith said.

“I understand, sir. And I came here just to tell you about it.”

Meredith stood, waiting for further explanation.

“A friend of my daughter’s had a sister at Byars College—Lois Pennington, a freshman. Her family found her hanging in the garage last Sunday. Her sister doesn’t believe it was suicide. I interviewed her parents, and—”

Meredith yelled loud enough to be heard out in the hallway.

“You interviewed her parents?”

“Yes, sir,” Riley said quietly.

Meredith took a moment to try to bring his temper under control.

“Need I tell you that this is not a BAU case?”

“No, sir,” Riley said.

“In fact, as far as I know, this is not a case at all.”

Riley didn’t know what to say next.

“So what did her parents tell you?” Meredith asked. “Did they think it was suicide?”

“Yes,” Riley said in a hushed voice.

Now Meredith didn’t seem to know what to say. He shook his head with dismay.

“Sir, I know how this sounds,” Riley said. “But the dean at Byars was hiding something. And Hazel Webber lied to me about her own daughter’s death.”

“How do you know?”

“I just know!”

Riley looked at Meredith imploringly.

“Sir, after all these years, surely you know that my instincts are good. When I feel something in my gut, I’m almost always right. You’ve got to trust me. There’s something wrong with these girls’ deaths.”

“Riley, you know that’s not the way things work.”

Riley was startled. Meredith seldom called her by her first name—only when he was genuinely concerned about her. She knew that he valued, liked, and respected her, and she felt the same about him.

He leaned against his desk and shrugged unhappily.

“Maybe you’re right, and maybe you’re wrong,” he said with a sigh. “Either way, I can’t make this a BAU case just because of your gut feelings. There’d have to be a whole lot more to it.”

Meredith now gazed at her with a worried expression.

“Agent Paige, you’ve been through a lot lately. You’ve been on some dangerous cases, and your partner almost got poisoned to death on the last one. And you’ve got a new family member to take care of, and …”

“And what?” Riley asked.

Meredith paused, then said, “I put you on leave a month ago. You seemed to think it was a good idea. The last time we talked, you even asked me for more time away. I think that’s best. Take all the time you need. You need more rest.”

Riley felt discouraged and defeated. But she knew there was no point in arguing. The truth was, Meredith was right. There was no way he could take on this case on the basis of what she’d told him. Especially not with a bureaucratic creep like Walder breathing down his neck.