Roadside Crosses (Kathryn Dance 2)

"JAMES?"

There was a pause on the other end of the line. The blogger said, "Agent Dance." His voice sounded weary. "More bad news?"

"I've found some evidence that suggests Travis isn't leaving the crosses."

"What?"

"I'm not positive, but the way things are looking, the boy could be a scapegoat and somebody's making it look like he's the killer."

Chilton whispered, "And he was innocent all along?"

"I'm afraid so." Dance explained what she'd learned--about who was really behind the wheel of the car on June 9--and about the likelihood of the evidence being planted.

"And I think you're the ultimate target," she added.

"Me?"

"You've posted some pretty inflammatory stories throughout your career. And you're writing now about controversial topics. I think some people'd be happy to see you stop. You've been threatened before, I assume."

"Plenty of times."

"Go back through your blog, find the names of everybody who's threatened you, who might want to get even for something you've said, or who's concerned that you're investigating something now they might not want published. Pick the most credible suspects. And go back a few years."

"Sure. I'll come up with a list. But you think I'm really at risk?"

"I do, yes."

He fell silent. "I'm worried about Pat and the boys. Do you think we should leave the area? Maybe go to our vacation house? It's in Hollister. Or get a hotel room?"

"Probably the hotel's safer. You'd be on record as owning the other house. I can arrange for you to check into one of the motels we use for witnesses. It'll be under a pseudonym."

"Thanks. Give us a few hours. Pat'll get things packed up, and we'll leave right after a meeting I have scheduled."

"Good."

She was about to hang up when Chilton said, "Wait. Agent Dance, one thing?"

"What?"

"I've got an idea--of who might be number one on the list."

"I'm ready to write."

"You won't need a pen and paper," Chilton replied.

DANCE AND REY Carraneo slowly approached the luxurious house of Arnold Brubaker, the man behind the desalination plant that would, according to James Chilton, destroy the Monterey Peninsula.

It was Brubaker whom Chilton fingered as the number-one choice of suspect. Either the desalination tsar himself, or a person hired by him. And Dance thought this was likely. She was online on the car's computer, reading the "Desalinate . . . and Devastate" thread on the June 28 posting.

https://www.thechiltonreport.com/html/june28.html

From Chilton's reporting and the posts, Dance deduced that the blogger had found out about the man's Las Vegas connections, which suggested organized crime, and the man's private real estate dealings, which hinted at secrets he might not want exposed.

"Ready?" Dance asked Carraneo as she logged off.

The young agent nodded, and they climbed from the car.

She knocked on the door.