“His brother claims they do. No reason to doubt it.” Decker took out his notepad and wrote down, Riley Barns. “So none of the other kids look hot on the perp list?”

“Not from what we could see,” Webster said. “It’s the same story, Loo. The boys in the camps are what I might call overly rambunctious, but not carved-in-stone psychos.”

“So why were they there?” Marge asked.

“Different reasons.” Webster took out his notepad. “Most were brought in to the Baldwins for drug problems. The parents found a stash or the pills and freaked out.”

Decker knew that feeling. “A normal reaction.”

“Yeah, I suppose.”

Wanda was flipping through her notes. “One got in trouble for getting drunk, taking the family car and totaling it. Another got arrested for malicious mischief at a shopping center.”

“That’s pretty serious,” Marge said.

“Yeah, but it ain’t shooting your teacher because she wore the wrong type of athletic shoes,” Wanda stated. “The boys had been brought to the Baldwins by the parents without the kids getting in official trouble with the law. Some were school recommendations. Ernesto Golding was an exception, because he was charged and convicted of something.”

“I’ll tell you one thing that they all had in common,” Webster broke in. “The parents could afford the Baldwins’ hefty fee—twenty grand a kid for three weeks.”

Oliver and Decker broke into whistles. Marge’s eyes widened in diameter. She said, “The Baldwins have carved out a nice niche in rich, bad boys.”

“Psychiatry is the province of the rich,” Webster said. “That’s nothing new.”

“Not always,” Decker said. “I’ll tell you this much. Twenty grand buys a lot of shrink time—like a hundred hours. Which would be seeing a shrink an hour a day, two times a week for almost a year. How many camps a summer does he run?”

Webster said, “Three.”

“How many kids per session?”

“Twelve,” Webster said. “We did the math: seven hundred and twenty thousand a summer. And that doesn’t include the sessions they run during winter and spring break—that’s only ten grand a pop.”

“A bargain,” Marge said.

“Nor does it include the follow-up sessions—”

“And they say a diploma is just a scrap of paper!” Decker shook his head. “I definitely went into the wrong field.”

“What do they do with all the money?” Oliver asked. “Surely that kind of income brings about some kind of vice.”

“Tarpin told me they might be renting a Malibu condo while they were remodeling their Beverly Hills home,” Decker said. “That’ll chew up a hell of a lot of income.” Decker added money and debts to the list. “Here’s another tidbit for your consideration. Darrell Holt—the kid from the Preservers of Ethnic Whatshisface—he attended one of Baldwin’s camp sessions about seven years ago. He must come from money. We should find out about him.”