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The deputy from the Monterey County Sheriff's Office--typically crew cut and with a military bearing--introduced himself and explained what had happened. A local teenager had been kidnapped from a parking lot in downtown Monterey, off Alvarado, early that morning. Tammy Foster had been bound and tossed into her own car trunk. The attacker drove her to a beach outside of town and left her to drown in high tide.
Dance shivered at the thought of what it must've been like to lie cramped and cold as the water rose in the confined space.
"It was her car?" O'Neil asked, sitting in one of Dance's chairs and rocking on the back legs--doing exactly what Dance told her son not to do (she suspected Wes had learned the practice from O'Neil). The legs creaked under his weight.
"That's right, sir."
"What beach?"
"Down the coast, south of the Highlands."
"Deserted?"
"Yeah, nobody around. No wits."
"Witnesses at the club where she got snatched?" Dance asked.
"Negative. And no security cameras in the parking lot."
Dance and O'Neil took this in. She said, "So he needed other wheels near where he left her. Or had an accomplice."
"Crime scene found some footprints in the sand, headed for the highway. Above the tide level. But the sand was loose. No idea of tread or size. But definitely only one person."
O'Neil asked, "And no signs of a car pulling off the road to pick him up? Or one hidden in the bushes nearby?"
"No, sir. Our people did find some bicycle tread marks but they were on the shoulder. Could've been made that night, could've been a week old. No tread match. We don't have a bicycle database," he added to Dance.
Hundreds of people biked along the beach in that area daily.
"Motive?"
"No robbery, no sexual assault. Looks like he just wanted to kill her. Slowly."
Dance exhaled a puffy breath.
"Any suspects?"
"Nope."
Dance then looked at TJ. "And what you told me earlier, when I called? The weird part. Anything more on that?"
"Oh," the fidgety young agent said, "you mean the roadside cross."
THE CALIFORNIA BUREAU of Investigation has broad jurisdiction but usually is involved only in major crimes, like gang activity, terrorism threats and significant corruption or economic offenses. A single murder in an area where gangland killings occur at least once a week wouldn't attract any special attention.
But the attack on Tammy Foster was different.
The day before the girl had been kidnapped, a Highway Patrol trooper had found a cross, like a roadside memorial, with the next day's date written on it, stuck in the sand along Highway 1.
When the trooper heard of the attack on the girl, not far off the same highway, he wondered if the cross was an announcement of the perp's intentions. He'd returned and collected it. The Monterey County Sheriff's Office's Crime Scene Unit found a tiny bit of rose petal in the trunk where Tammy had been left to die--a fleck that matched the roses from the bouquet left with the cross.
Since on the surface the attack seemed random and there was no obvious motive, Dance had to consider the possibility that the perp had more victims in mind.
O'Neil now asked, "Evidence from the cross?"
His junior officer grimaced. "Truth be told, Deputy O'Neil, the Highway Patrol trooper just tossed it and the flowers in his trunk."
"Contaminated?"
