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stalking you?” This was half directed to Dance, as well. Kayleigh’s father must have mentioned that she was an agent.
    “Afraid that’s true,” Dance said.
    “You’re … with Fresno?” Myra Babbage asked. “We’ve been working with a few people there on security.”
    “No, CBI.” That she was here would normally mean the case was a major one. But she added, “I’m based in Monterey. Happened to be here unofficially and heard about the incident. I volunteered to help.”
    “We were just in Monterey too,” Davis said. “Campaigning at Cannery Row.”
    “That’s why the traffic was so bad back at home before I left,” Dance joked.
    “I wish it had been worse. It was good turnout, not a great turnout.”
    Kayleigh supposed Monterey and particularly Carmel were bastions of conservative voters, who would not be particularly happy about a pro-immigration candidate.
    The congressman nodded toward the agent. “I’m sure the CBI and the local authorities are doing everything they can but if you need any help from me, just let me know. Stalking can be a federal crime too.”
    Kayleigh thanked him, Dance did too and Simesky gave the agent his card. “You need any help, seriously,” the slim young man said earnestly, “give me a call. Any time.”
    “I’ll do that,” Dance replied and glanced down to her hip as her phone buzzed. “It’s a text from Detective Harutyun.” She looked up. She sighed. “They’ve found the next crime scene. It’s another killing, another fire. But it was worse than at the concert hall. He says there might be more than one victim. They just can’t tell.”

 
     

Chapter 26
    “THE FIRE’S STILL going,” Harutyun told her over the phone. “He must’ve used five gallons of accelerant. It’s in a shed beside the San Joaquin River.”
     
    You sit by the river, wondering what you got wrong,
    How many chances you’d missed all along.
    Like your troubles had somehow turned you to stone
    and the water was whispering, why don’t you come home?
     
    Everyone in the room was staring at Dance. She ignored them and concentrated on her conversation with Harutyun. “Any witnesses?”
    “No.”
    “How do you know it’s related to the stalking?”
    “Well, I don’t know how to put it but out front we found a little shrine to Kayleigh.”
    “What?”
    “Yes’m. Pretty sick. A mound of rocks and a couple of her CDs next to them in front of the shed. And, you know what was weird?”
    More than that? Dance couldn’t begin to guess.
    “A twenty-dollar bill under a rock. Like an offering.”
    “And no idea of the victim?”
    “Or victims,” he reminded. “The team got a look inside and saw a couple of legs. That’s about all that was left. Then the roof came down. It was part of an old gas station so they’re being careful, thinking there could be a buried tank nearby. Charlie Shean has his CS people running the scene outside, as close as they can. It’s hot as Hades out there. One of the techs fainted from the heat, the jumpsuit. No tire treads or footprints. We’ve found two shell casings. Nine-millimeter.” A click of thedetective’s tongue. “Same as Fuentes’s gun, got stolen. But that could be a coincidence. At least—I pray this happened—he shot ’em before he set ’em on fire.”
    “We can hope.”
    “No bloodstains but looks like he swept over the dirt with a branch or something. They’re taking samples. DNA could be the only way to find out who he killed.”
    An altar to Kayleigh. Well, it was in keeping with stalker behavior.
    “Charlie’s folks also ran the scene of the phone booth where he called Kayleigh. They got some trace but the fingerprints—close to forty—don’t match anything else and they’re not in AIFIS.”
    “Any spotting of Edwin?”
    “Nope. I’ve got to go. I’ll call you when I know more, Kathryn.”
    “Thanks.”
    She disconnected, turned to Kayleigh, her father and the others and gave them a report.
    Bishop closed his eyes and muttered what might’ve been a prayer. Dance recalled he’d gone through a phase where he released a Christian album—after rehab. It hadn’t sold well.
    “Who’s the victim?” Kayleigh asked breathlessly.
    “We don’t know. It could be more than one. But because of the fire they couldn’t get a good look inside.”
    “But where’s Alicia? And Tye?” Kayleigh called and got through to both of them. All the rest of the crew were accounted for too, Kayleigh reported