Roadside Crosses

Patrizia’s father died, and she inherited a lot of money. Which meant that Chilton could keep writing his blog—he started working on it full-time then. I think he was beginning to get a sense he was on a mission to save the world and Patrizia’s money could let him do that. So he broke it off with your wife.”
    Hawken asked, “And Sarah threatened to expose him if he didn’t leave Pat?”
    “I think she was going to broadcast that James Chilton, the moral voice of the country, had been having an affair with his best friend’s wife.”
    Dance believed that Chilton lied to Sarah, agreeing to get the divorce, and met her in San Diego. She could imagine his suggestion of a romantic picnic, at a deserted cove near La Jolla. A swim at the beautiful seashore preserve there. Then an accident—a blow to the head. Or maybe he just held her underwater.
    “But why was he going to kill us?” Lily asked, with a troubled look back at the house.
    Dance said to Donald Hawken, “You’d been out of touch for a while?”
    “After Sarah died, I was so depressed I gave up on everything, stopped seeing all my old friends. Most of my time went to the children. I was a recluse . . . until I met Lily. Then I started to resurface.”
    “And you decided to move back.”
    “Right. Sell the company and come back.” Hawken was understanding. “Sure, sure, Lily and I would get together with Jim and Patrizia, some of our old friends around here. At some point we’d have to reminisce. Jim used to come to Southern California a bit before Sarah died. He would’ve lied to Pat about it; it’d only be a matter of time before he’d get caught.” Hawken’s head swiveled to the house, his eyes wide. “ The Blue Swan  . . . Yes!”
    Dance lifted an eyebrow.
    “I told Jim I wanted to give him one of my late wife’s favorite paintings. I remembered him staring at it when he stayed with me after Sarah died.” A scoffing laugh. “I’ll bet it was Jim’s. He probably bought it years ago and one day when Sarah was over at his place she told him she wanted it. Maybe he told Patrizia he sold it to somebody. If she saw the painting now she’d wonder how Sarah had gotten it.”
    This would explain Chilton’s desperation—why he’d take the risk of murdering. The righteous blogger lecturing the world on morality about to be exposed for having an affair—with a woman who’d died. Questions would be raised, an investigation started. And the most important thing in his life—his blog—would have been destroyed. He had to eliminate that threat.
    The Report is too important to jeopardize. . . .
    Lily asked, “But that man at the house, Schaeffer? The statement that James was going to read—it mentioned Travis.”
    “I’m sure Schaeffer’s plans didn’t originally involve Travis. He’d wanted to kill Chilton for some time—probably since his brother’s death. But when he heardabout the Roadside Crosses attacks, he rewrote the statement to include Travis’s name—so no one would suspect Schaeffer himself.”
    Hawken asked, “How did you figure out Jim was the one, not Schaeffer?”
    Mostly, she explained, because of what wasn’t in the crime scene reports TJ had just delivered to her.
    “What wasn’t there?” Hawken asked.
    “First,” she explained, “there wasn’t any cross to announce the murder of Chilton. The killer had left crosses in public places before the other attacks. But nobody could find the last cross. Second, the perp had used Travis’s bicycle, or his own, to leave tread marks to implicate the boy. But Schaeffer didn’t have a bike anywhere. And then the gun he threatened Chilton with? It wasn’t the Colt stolen from Travis’s father. It was a Smith and Wesson. Finally, there were no flowers or florist’s wire in his car or hotel room.
    “So, I considered the possibility that Greg Schaeffer wasn’t the Roadside Cross Killer. He just lucked into the case and decided to use it. But, if he wasn’t leaving the crosses, who could it be?”
    Dance had gone back through the list of suspects. She’d thought of the minister, Reverend Fisk, and his bodyguard, possibly CrimsoninChrist. They were certainly fanatics and had threatened Chilton directly in their postings on the blog. But TJ had gone to see Fisk, the minder and several other key members of the group. They all had alibis for the times of the attacks.
    She’d also considered Hamilton Royce—the troubleshooter from Sacramento, being