Xo (Kathryn Dance 3)

"Just some outside research."

But Harutyun looked at the handwriting and frowned, perhaps recognizing it and deducing the source was his ousted boss. Still, he said nothing and called the office's computer crimes operation and ordered them to locate the posts and try to trace them.

Crystal Stanning went online and reviewed the posts. O'Neil said, "It may not be him. Kayleigh has to have other obsessive fans. We can't forget that."

But a moment later Harutyun's phone hummed. He looked down. "It's Computer Crimes." He took the call and listened for a moment. "Okay. Thanks." He disconnected and slipped the phone away. "The posting was from Java Hut."

Harutyun said, "At Fashion Fair. That's where Edwin is right now."

"Maybe he's still there," Amelia Sachs said and Harutyun called Dispatch to order deputies to the shopping center to find Edwin. He reminded them that he could be armed.

Stanning asked, "He's thinking of a mass shooting at the mall?"

Sachs said, "That could be it but the typical stalker killing profile is more one-on-one. An assassination."

"True," Dance said. "And it's usually somebody famous. So that he'll get the attention of his object."

"But who's the planned victim?" Harutyun wondered aloud.

O'Neil continued to read the posts. "They don't mention anybody in particular."

Dance joined him, arm against arm, and they stared at the posts.

"There, that one," Dance muttered, pointing. She read it aloud. "'I've seen all your postings, about Kayleigh. You claim you like her, you claim you love her music. But you use her like everybody does, you stole Leaving Home to keep the hispanics happy. Your a fucking hypocrit.'"

Lincoln Rhyme asked, "You have a

ny idea who he's talking about?"

"I know exactly who he means," Dance replied.

Chapter 55

"IT'LL BE ALL right, Congressman," Peter Simesky said.

Davis didn't need reassurance. He needed his family taken care of. He called Suze again and left another message for her to stay in the house with the kids. There was possibly a little security problem. Stay put, lock the door. Call me. Love you.

"Please have Jessie find my wife, Peter."

"I'll do that, sir. But there's no indication that this Sharp wants to hurt anybody but you. Besides, I don't think there's any way he could get to L.A. He was at a mall here in Fresno this morning, according to the police. And everybody's looking for him."

"He actually thinks I'm exploiting Kayleigh?"

"Using her--well, and that song, 'Leaving Home'--just to increase your Latino voter base."

"That's bullshit! I've been a huge supporter of hers all along. I've been posting on her site and the blogs for a couple of years. Before she even wrote the song."

Simesky reminded, "Oh, he's a psycho, Bill. Agent Dance said he has no sense of reality."

"She said he could be like Hinckley?"

"Could be."

"Jesus. They've got to find him. If he can't kill me maybe he'll just go on a rampage."

The men were in the Coronado, one of the nicer hotels in Fresno, and to Davis it seemed plenty secure, if you stayed away from the windows. But Davis's aides, Simesky and Myra Babbage, and the police thought he should move to a more secure location.

If it wasn't for his family's safety Davis would have been amused. He was extremely unpopular in certain circles and had been threatened a number of times for his positions on various issues. Just mention relaxing immigration laws at a cocktail party and see what happens; imagine the consequences when it's a campaign position of a potential presidential candidate. And yet here he was being threatened not by any rabid right-wingers but by a crazy guy who probably didn't even know what the word "immigration" meant.