She fast-forwarded the message. “Like I don’t know the number.” She punched it in via speed dial. “Hello, darling. I got your message and of course I’ll come to the school. Tell me when and where. I love you, darling. Bye.” She fell down on the chair and fanned herself with a flyer. She spoke to Rina. “You want me to tell him about hate groups? By now, you must know as much as I do.”

“That’s quite a compliment,” Rina answered.

Webster took out a notebook. “I b’lieve you’ve talked to one of my colleagues in the past…Wanda Bontemps.”

“Sure, I know Wanda,” Kate answered. “So, you work with her?”

“Same geographical area, different detail. I’m in Homicide.”

“Then you must think white supremacists had something to do with the murder of those two psychologists. Wouldn’t surprise me. Racists hate shrinks almost as much as they hate Jews.”

“Most of the shrinks are Jewish,” Rina said.

“Yeah, that just adds to their sense of paranoia that the Jews are out to get them. Turn their brain into mush…like there was something there to begin with.” Kate turned to Webster. “Actually, I heard it was a gay thing. The wife caught her husband and the boy in a compromising position.”

“It’s an ongoing investigation,” Webster said.

“That means he can’t talk about it,” Rina said.

Kate said, “Ernesto Golding—the boy who was murdered along with Mervin Baldwin—he vandalized your synagogue, right?”

Rina nodded.

“So you think there’s some kind of connection?”

“Beats me,” Rina said. “I’m just here to help Detective Webster.”

“C’mon, your husband must tell you things.”

“No, he really doesn’t.”

“I don’t believe you.”

“America’s the land of free thought,” Rina answered.

“Very funny. Anyway, Detective, what do you want to know that Wanda couldn’t tell you?”

Webster said, “Wanda’s great at investigating hate crimes like Ernesto Golding—vandalism by bored, white, rich kids. Triple murders are another ballgame. Right now, we’re looking into everything, including local white supremacy organizations.”

“How local?”

“Southern Calif—”

“So-Cal is teeming with the critters. Starting in San Diego environs is Tom Metzger territory. You know about Tom Metzger?”

“Yes, ma’am. American Nazi Party—”

“No, the ANP was started by George Lincoln Rockwell, and that’s based in Chicago. Not to be confused with the home of the NSDAP which is based in Lincoln, Nebraska. Metzger’s party is the White Aryan Resistance—WAR.”

“What’s the difference?” Webster asked.

“Nomenclature. They’re all hatemongers.”

“How many groups are there in Southern California?”

“Twenty…twenty-five. That doesn’t mean So-Cal is being overrun with these clowns, only that it’s hard to tell you specific numbers because the groups are constantly shifting.”

“How about some names?”

“I know there’s a chapter of the World Church of the Creator—”

“Who are they?” Webster asked.