The last entry in the chronological record was made on the day he died. It was just one line: "Mar 13-RUSHER at Stanley. P/R info on Terri."

"Time."

I looked up and Wexler was pointing to his watch.

I closed the file without protest.

"What's P-slash-R mean?"

"Person Reporting. It meant he got a call."

"Who is Rusher?"

"We don't know. There's a couple people in the phone book with that name. We called them, they didn't know what the fuck we were talking about. I ran something on NCIC but with just a last name didn't get anything to work with. Bottom line is, we don't know who it was or is. We don't even know if it's a man or woman. We don't know if Sean actually met anybody or not. We found nobody at the Stanie . y who saw him."

"Why would he go to meet this person without telling you or leaving some kind of record about who it was?

Why'd he go alone?"

. "Who knows? We've gotten so many calls on that case, you could spend all day just writing notes. And maybe he didn't know. Maybe all he knew was that someone wanted to talk to him. Your brother was so caught up on this one, he would have gone to meet anybody who said they knew something. I'll let you in on a little secret. It's something that's not in there because he didn't want people around here thinking he was loony. But he went to see that psychic-4he mediumat's mentioned in there."

"What did he get?"

"Nothing. Just some bullshit about the killer being out there wanting to do it again. I mean, it was like-yeah, iV kidding, thanks for the tip. Anyway, that's off the record, the psychic stuff. I don't want people thinking Mac was a I didn't bother to say anything about the stupidity Of. what he had just said. My brother had killed himself yet Wexler was engaged in trying to limit the damage his image might suffer if it was known he had consulted a psychic.

"It doesn't go past this room," I said instead. After a few moments of silence I said, "So what's your theory on what happened that day, Wex? Off the record, I mean."

"My theory? My theory is he went out there and whoever it was who'd called him didn't show. It was another dead end for him and it tipped the scale. He drove up to that lake and he did what he did ... Are you going to write a story about him?"

"I don't know. I think so."

"Look, I don't know how to say this but here goes. He was your brother but he was my friend. I might've even known him better than you. Leave it alone. Just let it go."

I told him I would think about it but it was only to placate him. I had already decided. I left then, checking my watch to make sure I had enough time to get out to Estes Park before dark.