"Interesting that there's one thing we don't- see."

"What's that?"

"Travis fighting back in the blog, flaming the people who attacked him."

"Maybe he doesn't know about it."

Boling gave a thin laugh. "Oh, believe me, he would've known about the attacks five minutes after the first post in the Chilton thread."

"Why's it significant he's not posting?"

"One of the most persistent categories of cyberbullying is called Revenge of the Nerds, or the Victims of Retaliators. Those are people who've been bullied and are fighting back. The social stigma of being outed or bullied or humiliated at that age is overwhelming. I guarantee he's furious and he's hurt and he wants to get even. Those feelings have to come out somehow. You get the implication?"

Dance understood. "It suggests that he is the one who attacked Tammy."

"If he's not going after them online, it's all the more likely he'd be inclined to get them in real life." A troubled glance at the screen. "Ariel, BellaKelley, SexyGurl362, Legend666, Archenemy--they all posted attacks on him. Which means they're all at risk--if he's the one."

"Would it be hard for him to get their names and addresses?"

"Some, sure, short of hacking into routers and servers. The 'Anonymous' postings, of course. But a lot of them would be as easy to find as my getting his name. All he'd need would be a few high school yearbooks or class directories, access to OurWorld, Facebook or MySpace. Oh, and everybody's favorite--Google."

Dance noted a shadow had fallen over them and Jonathan Boling was looking past her.

Michael O'Neil stepped into the office. Dance was relieved to see him. They shared smiles. The professor stood. Dance introduced them. The two men shook hands.

Boling said, "So, I have you to thank for my first outing as a cop."

"If 'thank' is the right word," O'Neil said with a wry smile.

They all sat at the coffee table, and Dance told the deputy what they'd found . . . and what they suspected: that Tammy might have been attacked because she'd posted a comment on a blog about a high school student who'd been responsible for a car crash.

"Was that the accident on One a couple of weeks ago? About five miles south of Carmel?"

"Right."

Boling said, "The boy's name is Travis Brigham and he's a student at Robert Louis Stevenson, where the victims went."

"So he's a person of interest, at least. And it's possible--what we were afraid of?" O'Neil asked Dance. "He wants to keep going?"

"Very likely. Cyberbullying pushes people over the edge. I've seen it happen dozens of times."

O'Neil put his feet on the coffee table and rocked back in the chair. Two years ago she'd bet him ten dollars that someday he'd fall over backward. So far she had yet to collect. He asked Dance, "Anything more on witnesses?"

Dance explained that TJ hadn't reported back yet about the security camera near the highway where the first cross had been left, nor had Rey responded about witnesses near the club where Tammy had been abducted.

O'Neil said that there hadn't been any breakthroughs with the physical evidence. "Only one thing--Crime Scene found a gray fiber, cotton, on the cross." He added that the lab in Salinas couldn't match it to a specific database, other than to report that it was probably from

clothing, not from carpet or furniture.

"That's all, nothing else? No prints, tread marks?"

O'Neil shrugged. "The perp's either very smart or very lucky."

Dance walked to her desk and went into the state databases of warrants and records. She squinted over the screen and read, "Travis Alan Brigham, age seventeen. Driver's license puts him at four oh eight Henderson Road." She pushed her glasses up on her nose as she read. "Interesting. He's got a record." Then she shook her head. "No, sorry. My mistake. It's not him. It's Samuel Brigham, at the same address. He's fifteen. Juvie record. Arrested twice on peeping, once on misdemeanor assault. Both dismissed, subject to psych treatment. Looks like he's a brother. But Travis? No, he's clean."

She called Travis's DMV picture up on the screen. A dark-haired boy with eyes closely set together, beneath thick brows, stared at the camera. He wasn't smiling.

"I'd like to find out more about the accident," O'Neil said.

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