shot taken by Gainesville Police back in 1988. There were two others: one a mug taken by police in Eaton, Colorado, 1992; the other a snapshot of Foster and friends at a neo-Nazi skinhead rally in Huntington Beach, 1994. His face wasn't very clear in this nighttime shot because Mark and his friends were gathered around a bonfire, some holding torches, some holding beers, and the photographer was obviously an amateur.

'The Journal ran this picture with my column,' said Baum.

'Right. We've got a rap sheet on him, too. Burglary, assault, assault with a deadly weapon, public drunkenness, public disturbance. To be honest, Susan, it took the Bureau some time after Rebecca's death to start poking around Alamo West. I mean, we had quite a list of people you'd attacked in the Journal.'

'I didn't attack anyone at Alamo West.'

'That's why we didn't scrutinize them at first. But you did condescend to them. To some people, that's worse than a full offensive.'

'Well, I was a little… maybe, pitying.'

'Maybe Jewish women shouldn't condescend to neo-Nazi men, Susan.'

Dumars wondered if she was laying it on a little thick. She had the psychological equivalent of a choke-hold right now, and years of law enforcement training had taught her to never, ever surrender an advantage. Still, she flinched inwardly at her own feigned superiority. To hide this, she took a deep breath and looked knowingly at the columnist.

Baum nodded as Dumars continued.

'The man you suspected, by the way-Vann Holt-was someone we looked hard at, early. He cleared. So congratulations on your instincts, Susan. Maybe you've got a career with the Bureau if you ever get tired of newspaper work. Anyway, Holt isn't and never was our man. But by the time we started focusing in on Alamo West, Mark Foster was gone.'

'And?'

'Remains so. We've gotten unverified reports that he headed up into the Pacific Northwest. If he shows his snout, we'll hook it.'

'Wonderful language. Can I quote you?'

'Absolutely.' Dumars smiled then, but it felt strange to be smiling and lying at the same time. She wondered if the columnist could sense her duplicity. Sharon had never considered herself an even passable deceiver, but Joshua had told her it was time to learn the craft. To deceive successfully, he said, began with belief in one's self. Like a religion, it required faith. If you had that, it was as easy as falling into bed.

'I can give you this file copy, if you'd like. I ran it on our best machine, but it's still a little blurred. The photos are really pretty decent.'

Baum accepted the file, her eyes dancing with curiosity and pleasure. 'What led you to Foster?'

'First, we matched all the people you'd written about negatively against their potential as killers. You'd hit the Boy Scouts pretty hard for opposing gay troop leaders and insisting on mentioning God in their pledge, but we didn't think the Boy Scouts of America would target you for assassination. You had a field day with the tobacco lobbyist who summers in Newport Beach, the GI Joe designer who lived in Fullerton and the Christian recording label out in Irvine, but are they killers? No. So, once we cast our net wide enough, we came up with Alamo West. A different story. We'd heard rumors that some members had planned violence against a local synagogue, and were targeting an Orange County group called One Hundred Black Men. We weren't convinced they had the, uh, the…'

'Balls?'

'… Well, resources for that, but we try to keep an eye on those kinds of people as a matter of course. Maybe, if Foster had just stuck around to answer our questions we might not have Dance latched onto him so fast. You can imagine how skittish these types are, after Oklahoma City. But he didn't stick around. No doubt the reverend tipped him to our interest, and that was enough. In Mark's sudden absence we managed to turn up, at his last residence, a box of . 30/06 ammunition similar to that used on Ms. Harris. There were two cartridges missing from the box. We also found copies of your column on Alamo West. The clincher was a letter addressed to you that we assume he never mailed. It was in a safe deposit box that took some time to get into. In it, he implied that he would love to kill you because you were a Jew and a traitor to America and a fool.'

'Oh, my.'

After you've hooked her, enlist her.

Dumars set a hand on Baum's. 'I ask you not to mention that. Say nothing about what we found in his place. It would encourage him to destroy evidence, and evidence is the only thing that will convict Rebecca's killer. Please.'

'Understood. I would have come forth with that letter, if I'd gotten it.'

'I know. There's a copy of it in the file for you.'

'Did you find the gun?'

'No gun. Yet.'

'Have you gotten an arrest warrant?'

'No. We want him only for questioning. It's important you say that in your article. There's no reason to put the fear of God in him if there's even a slight chance he'll come forward. It's possible he didn't do it. It's also probable that he didn't do it alone. So we want to give him the opportunity to include his friends at Alamo West, if that's how it went down. A suspect wanted for questioning-not for arrest.'

'I understand. God, this is… I feel so conflicted right now.'

'There's no conflict in busting creeps.'

Baum removed the largest of the photographs of Foster and stared at it. 'He was the most decent one of them. Or so I thought.'

'He's a fringe character, Susan. They all are at Alamo West.'

'And you've got nothing on any of the others?'

'Not so far.'

Baum continued to regard the picture. 'Now that the killer has a face, I feel… it's like… this boy was capable of that? He looks so innocent.'

'So did Ted Bundy.'

'Oh, my.' Baum flipped through the rap sheets. 'A violent man. Of all the people I regularly insult in print, this boy wanted to kill me. You know, I wondered when I wrote that piece on the skinheads if one of them-just one- might read it and well, learn something from me. Be illuminated. Change. That was naive.'

'Optimistic, but naive.'

Baum's bright green eyes held Sharon's. 'And I'm not a naive person. Not after covering the news for thirty years. Am here, I was so sure Vann Holt was behind it.'

'Wishful thinking, Susan?'

'I hit him hard a few times in print. All his right-wing this and right-wing that. All those secret men he trains. I exposed his son as a probable sex offender during the Ruiz trial. I was sure he had decided to get me. He seemed like a perfect assassin. A pig with a gun. Though on some level, I felt sorry for him.'

'It's a long journey from Republican to assassin.'

'I know.'

Sharon watched a flock of seagulls scatter as a puppy ran toward it. The birds cried, cawed, circled and gathered further down the beach, landing on feet as orange and bright as plastic.

'The Bureau thought, given the circumstances, that you should get this information first. We'll have a news conference tomorrow up at county, to fill in the other media. They'll get most of what you got.'

'Thank you. Sharon, do you think there's a chance that Foster will try again?'

'No. But keep a weather eye.'

Baum nodded thoughtfully.

Sharon left the interview with an uneasy conscience. She was a woman most comfortable with black and white, wrong and right and she had willingly promoted a falsehood here. Yes, it was a lie designed to put Wayfarer's mind at rest, to further draw him away from any suspicion of John. A white lie. It was important that the Bureau be seen as working hard on the wrong suspect .

Of course, the longer Foster remained at large the better, and the Bureau would help him stay that way.

Unsettled as she was by her subterfuge, Sharon was thrilled by the power of it, too. What a feeling, to sway and influence the media. Deceit ruled. She consulted the rearview mirror to see if dishonesty had changed her face.

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