Roadside Crosses (Kathryn Dance 2)

She nodded.

"Gregory Ashton." He said this with some intensity, the way people will when speaking about someone significant to them, but who have no meaning to you. Chilton noted the blank expression. He continued, "He's starting a new network of blogs and websites, one of the biggest in the world. I'll be at the flagship level. He's spending millions to promote it."

This was the issue that Boling had explained to her. Ashton must have been the one behind the RSS feed Chilton was referring to in the "We're Going Global" posting.

"That expands the scope of The Report exponentially. I can take on problems around the world. AIDS in Africa, human rights violations in Indonesia, atrocities in Kashmir, environmental disasters in Brazil. But if word were to get out that I gave away the Internet address of my posters, that could put the sanctity of The Report at risk."

Dance was frustrated, though part of her, as a former journalist, grudgingly understood. Chilton wasn't resisting out of greed or ego, but from a genuine passion for his readers.

Though that hardly helped her out.

"People could die," she persisted.

"This question has come up b

efore, Agent Dance. The responsibility of bloggers." He stiffened slightly. "A few years ago I did an exclusive post about a well-known writer who I found out had plagiarized some passages from another novelist. He claimed it was an accident, and begged me not to run the story. But I ran it anyway. He started drinking again and his life fell apart. Was that my goal? God, no. But either the rules exist or they don't. Why should he get away with cheating when you and I don't?

"I did a blog about a deacon from San Francisco who was head of an antigay movement--and, it turned out, a closet homosexual. I had to expose the hypocrisy." He looked right into Dance's eyes. "And the man killed himself. Because of what I wrote. Killed himself. I live with that every day. But did I do the right thing? Yes. If Travis attacks somebody else, then I'll feel terrible about that too. But we're dealing with bigger issues here, Agent Dance."

"I was a reporter too," she said.

"You were?"

"Crime reporter. I'm against censorship completely. We're not talking about the same thing. I'm not telling you to change your postings. I just want to know the names of people who've posted so we can protect them."

"Can't do it." The flint was back in his voice. He looked at his watch. She knew the interview was over. He rose.

Still, one last shot. "No one will ever know. We'll say we found out through other means."

Escorting her to the door, Chilton gave a genuine laugh. "Secrets in the blogosphere, Agent Dance? Do you know how fast word spreads in today's world? . . . At the speed of light."

Chapter 13

AS SHE DROVE along the highway, Kathryn Dance called Jon Boling.

"How did it go?" he asked brightly.

"What was that phrase that was in the blog about Travis? One of the kids posted it. 'Epic' something . . ."

"Oh." Less cheer now. "Epic fail."

"Yeah, that describes it pretty well. I tried for the good-publicity approach but he went for door number two: the fascists trammeling free press. With a touch of 'the world needs me.' "

"Ouch. Sorry about that. Bad call."

"It was worth a shot. But I think you'd better start trying to get as many names as you can on your own."

"I already have. Just in case Chilton gave you the boot. I should have some names soon. Oh, did he say he'd get even in a blog posting about you for suggesting it?"

She chuckled. "Came close. The headline would've been 'CBI agent in attempted bribe.' "

"I doubt he will--you're small potatoes. Nothing personal. But with hundreds of thousands of people reading what he writes, he sure does have the power to make you worry." Then Boling's voice grew somber. "I should tell you the postings are getting worse. Some of the posters are saying they've seen Travis doing devil worship, sacrificing animals. And there are stories about him groping other students, girls and boys. All sounds bogus to me, though. It's like they're trying to one-up each other. The stories are getting more outlandish."

Rumors . . .

"The one thing that's a recurring reference, which makes me think there's some truth in it, is the online role-playing games. They're talking about the kid being obsessed with fighting and death. Especially with swords and knives and slashing his victims."

"He's slipped into the synthetic world."