Roadside Crosses (Kathryn Dance 2)

Then she glanced down at her cell phone, disappointed that Michael O'Neil hadn't called.

As she was setting the table on the Deck, the other guests arrived: Martine Christensen and her husband, Steven Cahill, climbed the stairs, their nine-year-old twin boys in tow. Delighting Wes and Maggie, they also brought with them a long-haired tawny puppy, a briard named Raye.

The couple greeted Edie Dance warmly, avoiding any mention of the cases; either the Roadside Cross attacks or the one involving Edie.

"Hey, girlfriend," long-haired Martine said to Dance, winking, and passed her a dangerous-looking homemade chocolate cake.

Dance and Martine had been best friends ever since the woman had decided to single-handedly wrest Dance from the addictive lethargy of widowhood and force her back into life.

As if moving from the synth world back to the real, Dance now reflected.

She hugged Steven, who promptly vanished into the den to join the menfolk, his Birkenstocks flapping in time to his long ponytail.

The adults had wine while the children held an impromptu dog show in the backyard. Raye had apparently been doing his homework and was, literally, running circles around Patsy and Dylan, doing tricks and leaping over benches. Martine said he was a star in his obedience and agility classes.

Maggie appeared and said she wanted to take their dogs to school too.

"We'll see," Dance told her.

Soon candles were lit, sweaters distributed and everybody was sitting around the table, food steaming in the false autumn of a Monterey evening. Conversation was whirling as fast as the wine flowed. Wes was whispering jokes to the twins, who giggled not because of the punch lines but because an older boy was spending time whispering jokes to them.

Edie was laughing at something Martine said.

And for the first time in two days, Kathryn Dance felt the gloom fade.

Travis Brigham, Hamilton Royce, James Chilton . . . and the Dark Knight--Robert Harper--slipped from the forefront of her thoughts and she began to think that life might eventually right itself.

Jon Boling turned out to be quite social and fit right in, though he hadn't known a single soul there before today. He and Steven, the computer programmer, had much to talk about, though Wes kept injecting himself into the conversation.

Everyone studiously avoided talking about Edie's problem, which meant that current affairs and politics took center stage. Dance was amused to note that the first subjects to come up were ones Chilton had written about: the desalination plant and the new highway to Salinas.

Steve, Martine and Edie were adamantly opposed to the plant.

"I suppose," Dance said. "But we've all lived here for a long time." A glance at her parents. "Aren't you tired of the droughts?"

Martine said she doubted the water produced by the desalination plant would benefit them. "It'll be sold to rich cities in Arizona and Nevada. Somebody'll make billions and we won't see a drop."

After that they debated the highway. The group was divided on this, as well. Dance said, "It'd come in handy for the CBI and sheriff's office if we're running cases in the fields north of Salinas. But that cost-overrun issue is a problem."

"What overrun?" Stuart asked.

Dance was surprised to see everyone looking at her blankly. She explained what she'd learned by reading The Chilton Report: that the blogger had uncovered some possible malfeasance.

"I hadn't heard about that," Martine said. "I was so busy reading about the roadside crosses that I didn't pay much attention. . . . But I'm sure going to look into it now, I'll tell you." She was the most political of Dance's friends. "I'll check out the blog."

After dinner Dance asked Maggie to bring out her keyboard for a brief concert.

The group retired to the living room, more wine was passed around. Boling lounged back in a deep armchair, joined by Raye the briard. Martine laughed--Raye was a bit bigger than a lapdog--but the professor insisted the puppy stay.

Maggie plugged in and, with the gravity of a recital pianist, sat down and played four songs from her Suzuki Book Three, simple arrangements of pieces by Mozart, Beethoven and Clementi. She hardly missed a note.

Everyone applauded and then went for cake, coffee and more wine.

Finally around 9:30, Steve and Martine said they wanted to get the twins to bed, and they headed out the door with the children. Maggie was already making plans to enter Dylan and Patsy in Raye's dog classes.

Edie gave a distant smile. "We should go too. It's been a long day."

"Mom, stay for a while. Have another glass of wine."