Roadside Crosses

comedies mostly. Okay, she was separated, not divorced. Legal separation. Cassie was completely honest about it. I knew it all up front. She was getting the paperwork together.”
    “Children?”
    “She had two, yes. Boy and girl like you. Great kids. Split the time between her and her ex.”
    You mean, her not-quite-ex, Dance corrected silently, and, of course, knew the arc of the story.
    He sipped some more of the cold, crisp wine. A breeze had come up and as the sun melted, the temperature fell. “Her ex was abusive. Not physically; he never hurt her or the kids, but he’d insult her, put her down.” He gave an astonished laugh. “ This wasn’t right, that wasn’t right. She was smart, kind, thoughtful. But he just kept dumping on her. I was thinking about this last night.” His voice faded at that comment, having just given away a bit of data he wished he hadn’t. “He was an emotional serial killer.”
    “That’s a good way to put it.”
    “And naturally she went back to him.” His face was still for a moment as he relived a specific incident, she supposed. Our hearts rarely respond to the abstract; it’s the tiny slivers of sharp memory that sting so. Then the facade returned in the form of a tight-lipped smile. “He got transferred to China, and they went with him, Cassie and the kids. She said she was sorry, she’d always love me, but she had to go back to him. . . . Never quite got the obligatory part in relationships. Like, you have to breathe, you have to eat . . . but staying with a jerk? I don’t get the necessary. But here I am going on about . . . oh, shall we say an ‘epic’ bad call on my part, and you had a real tragedy.”
    Dance shrugged. “In my line of work, whether it’s murder or manslaughter or criminally negligent homicide, a death’s still a death. Just like love; when it goes away, for whatever reason, it hurts all the same.”
    “I guess. But all I’ll say is it’s a real bad idea to fall in love with somebody who’s married.”
    Amen, thought Kathryn Dance again, and nearly laughed out loud. She tipped a touch more wine into her glass.
    “How ’bout that,” he said.
    “What?”
    “We’ve managed to bring up two extremely personal and depressing topics in a very short period of time. Good thing we’re not on a date,” he added with a grin.
    Dance opened the menu. “Let’s get some food. They have—”
    “—the best calamari burgers in town here,” Boling said.
    She laughed. She’d been about to say exactly the same.
    THE COMPUTER SEARCH was a bust.
    She and the professor returned from their squid and salads to her office, both eager to see what Irv’s bot had found. Boling sat down, scrolled through the file and announced with a sigh, “Zip.”
    “Nothing?”
    “He just deleted those emails and files andresearch to save space. Nothing secretive, and nothing local at all.”
    The frustration was keen, but there was nothing more to do. “Thanks, Jon. At least I got a nice dinner out of it.”
    “Sorry.” He looked truly disappointed that he couldn’t be of more help. “I guess I better finish up grading those papers. And pack.”
    “That’s right, your family reunion’s this weekend.”
    He nodded. A tight smile and he said, “Woooo-hoooo,” with forced enthusiasm.
    Dance laughed.
    He hovered near her. “I’ll call you when I get back. I want to know how things work out. And good luck with Travis. I hope he’s okay.”
    “Thanks, Jon. For everything.” She took his hand and gripped it firmly. “And I especially appreciate your not getting stabbed to death.”
    A smile. He squeezed her hand and turned away.
    As she watched him walk down the corridor a woman’s voice interrupted her thoughts. “Hey, K.”
    Dance turned to see Connie Ramirez, walking down the hallway toward her.
    “Con.”
    The other senior agent looked around and nodded toward Dance’s office. Then stepped inside, closing the door. “Found a few things I thought you might be interested in. From the hospital.”
    “Oh, thanks, Con. How’d you do it?”
    Ramirez considered this. “I was deceptively honest.”
    “I like that.”
    “I flashed my shield and gave them some details ofanother case I’m running. That medical fraud case.”
    The CBI investigated financial crimes too. And the case Ramirez was referring to was a major insurance scam—the perps used identification numbers of doctors who were deceased to file bogus claims in their