Greg Schaeffers body One Cross brand wallet, containing Calif. drivers license, credit cards, AAA membership card, all in name of Gregory Samuel Schaeffer $329.52 cash Two keys to Ford Taurus, California registration ZHG128 One motel key to Room 146, Cyprus Grove Inn One key to BMW 530, California registration DHY783, registered to Gregory S. Schaeffer, 20943 Hopkins Drive, Glendale, CA One claim ticket for car at LAX long-term parking, dated June 10 Miscellaneous restaurant and store receipts One cell phone. Only calls to local phone numbers: James Chilton, restaurants Trace on shoes, consistent with sandy dirt found at prior scenes of roadside crosses Fingernail trace inconclusive Room 146, Cypress Grove Inn, registered in name of Greg Schaeffer Miscellaneous clothing and toiletries One 1-liter bottle, Diet Coke Two bottles Robert Mondavi Central Coast Chardonnay wine Leftover Chinese food, three orders Miscellaneous groceries One Toshiba laptop computer and power pack (transferred to California Bureau of Investigation; see chain-of-custody record) One Hewlett-Packard DeskJet printer One box of 25-count Winchester .38 Special ammunition, containing 13 rounds Miscellaneous office supplies Printouts of The Chilton Report from March of this year to present Approximately 500 pages of documents relating to the Internet, blogs, RSS feeds
Items in Gregory Schaeffers possession
found at James Chiltons house One Sony digital camcorder One SteadyShot camera tripod Three USB cables One roll, Home Depot brand duct tape One Smith & Wesson revolver, loaded with 6 rounds of .38 Special ammunition One Baggie containing 6 extra rounds of ammunition
Hertz Ford Taurus, California registration ZHG128, parked ˝ block away from James Chiltons house
One bottle orange-flavored Vitamin Water, half full One rental agreement, Hertz, naming Gregory Schaeffer as lessee One McDonalds Big Mac wrapper One map of Monterey County, provided by Hertz, no marked locations (infrared analysis negative) Five empty coffee cups, 7-Eleven. Only Schaeffers fingerprints Dance read the list twice. She couldnt be upset at the job Crime Scene had done. It was perfectly acceptable. Yet it offered no clues whatsoever as to where Travis Brigham was being held. Or where his body was buried. Her eyes slipped out the window, and settled on the thick, barky knot, the point where two independent trees became one, then continued their separate journey toward the sky. Oh, Travis, Kathryn Dance thought. Unable to resist the thought that shed let him down. Unable, finally, to resist the tears.
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