“It’s okay. We’re only five or six minutes away.” Justine dialed chief of police Mickey Fescoe’s cell phone. A woman’s voice was on the recording, Mickey’s assistant saying he was away for the weekend and to leave a message. “Mickey, it’s Justine Smith. We found two of the kids involved in the serial car bombings and they have information about the Wilkinsons’ car.” Justine gave the name and address, then said, “You’re going to need a warrant to search the house for explosives.” She forwarded the photos of Charles Boyd’s bomb kit to Fescoe’s mailbox. “I hope he gets the message,” she said. “Soon.” She and Scotty got into their car, pulled onto the highway, and headed for the house where Ken Capshaw, aka Zero Sum, lived with his parents in Encinal Bluffs. Capshaw was second on Tong’s suspect list, and she read the note Tong had written next to the name out loud to Scotty. “‘Capshaw is a charismatic cockroach, antiestablishment and philosophically destructive.
