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victim’s sister said she was to play golf on Sunday, March 17. What if she just went to the tournament as an observer? We should talk to whoever she was with that day.”
    “Excuse me?” interrupts Officer Jackson. “I just want to say this, probably not important, but it’s been bothering me since yesterday.”
    “Let’s have it!” barks Sharp.
    “When we received the call for this murder, we were down the street on another call a few street numbers away. The callers, an elderly couple named Farryton, were afraid to enter their apartment because of a broken window in a patio door. They suspected burglars. We took their key and entered, nothing had been disturbed and nothing was missing, so we filed a normal report: kids or vandals. What had broken the window was a golf ball, Mrs. Farryton found it behind a kitchen counter. It was unremarkable except it had a big red 2 sort of smeared on it, not the way you would normally mark a golf ball. Anyway, we bagged it and turned it in with our report.”
    “I’ll want to see that ball in the lab,” says Dr. Cochran. “I’ll get it from properties when I leave here. How far would you say that the Farryton’s place is from the crime scene?”
    “I guess a couple hundred yards to the south. Wouldn’t you think that’s about right, Bill?” Jackson looks over at Barrios.
    Detective Howard bursts in, “What if he actually hit it? The victim’s blood was on the 4 iron lying by the open patio doors. I don’t hit mine that far, but if this guy is a golf pro he certainly could have. The open patio doors where the breasts were placed were on the north side of the victim’s apartment.”
    “So why hit the damn ball?” Sharp again.
    Barrios says, “The patio doors in the victim’s place face south, toward the Farryton’s place.”
    Dr. Cochran can barely contain her excitement. “The golf tee on the floor between the breasts, the open doors, the breasts flanking the door! He set up the tee markers for the next hole. The breasts are the markers, he even left the tee as a clue. He teed the ball up on the carpet and hit it out the door with that 3 iron. It only landed in this elderly couple’s apartment by chance. He’s telling you he’s already playing the second hole.”
    “Christ!” mutters Sharp.
    “I’d bet my diploma that the 2 on that ball is written in the victim’s blood, and I can assure you, he is just beginning. If he is connected with the LPGA, he’s already left town. You need to get this case over to the FBI as soon as possible. If he’s local, he’ll kill again here. You won’t have to wait long until he does.”

Links Motel Restaurant, La Jolla, California, Wednesday, March 20

Chapter 8
    M ore coffee, hon?”
    He shakes his head slightly at the waitress, not looking up from his paper. He had played the south course at Torrey Pines in La Jolla the day before and is planning to play again this morning. He is perturbed he didn’t make it to Steele Canyon Golf Course, but there is no time now; frankly after leaving the campground, he was too distressed to play.
    The San Diego paper holds several ads offering golf packages in Carlsbad, California. He intends to be in Carlsbad to play the second hole during the Kia Classic held at the private Aviara Golf Club. He has decided to play a par 3 during the Kia Classic, and he needs time to find some courses in the area and select the second hole since he cannot do it at Aviara.
    His mind drifts and he thinks about Joan, a correspondent for Certain Swing magazine, a small publication out of Chicago that covers the LPGA. She will be in Carlsbad and he must be sure he does not confront her.
    The Carlsbad tournament will be finished on March 24 and he plans to be in Rancho Mirage in time to select the third hole and play it during the Kraft Nabisco Championship at Mission Hills Country Club. He is electing to play a par 5 at that location which will require some additional preparations.
    Further plans