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might be lurking around and would try to shoot them, Jenny asked Nanette to have Kevin meet her outside the beach house. Then Jenny called her mother, who, in turn, called Jenny’s sister, Kim.
    It was late in Tokyo when Kim got the call, just in from a night out with a friend. By that point, their mother was already making arrangements to fly to Newport Beach, where she ended up staying for several months, sleeping in the room she’d once shared with Bill, so she could take care of her disabled son and try to hold her grieving family together.
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    As Jenny pulled up to the house in her gold Mercedes, Kevin was just coming out the front gate. Jenny was stymied why Nanette only peeked out the front door and then shut it quickly without coming outside to speak to her, console her, or try to share in their grief.
    After striking out with Nanette and Kevin for more details, Jenny decided to go straight to the police. She arrived at Balboa Coves with her brother just after 9:00 A.M. Finding no detectives, she headed over to the station, where she found Van Horn and Voth, who had been trying to reach her too.
    Like Kevin, the only person Jenny could offer as a possible suspect was Jacob Horowitz.
    Asked about her father’s relationship with Nanette Johnston, Jenny said she knew of no problems, even given the difference in their ages. As far as she knew, her father wasn’t seeing anyone romantically besides Nanette.
    Anyone with access to keys was a suspect at that point, so the detectives asked Jenny where she’d been around nine o’clock the night before. She said she was horseback riding with a couple people at the Nellie Gail Ranch in Laguna Niguel. Afterward, she headed home to visit with some friends, until nearly 11:00 P.M. After confirming her alibi, the police had Jenny take a lie detector test. She passed, as did her sister, Kim. Detectives crossed them both off the list of possible suspects.
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    Meanwhile, Nanette called her ex-husband, K. Ross Johnston, to tell him what had happened.
    â€œBill has been shot,” she said.
    â€œI’m sorry to hear that,” K. Ross said. “Is he going to be okay?”
    â€œHe’s no longer with us.”
    â€œOh, I’m sorry. I didn’t know.”
    Nanette explained that Bill had been killed at the house after Kristofer’s soccer game, while she was out shopping, and she had receipts to prove it. But she said the police would probably be calling him to confirm her “alibi” all the same.
    â€œWhen they do, you don’t need to tell them anything about Eric, because he’s not involved,” she said, referring to Eric Naposki, the professional linebacker and nightclub bouncer whom she’d been bringing to Kristofer’s games for the past eighteen months.

    Kevin McLaughlin didn’t have anywhere to go that Friday. Because the police were still processing the house for evidence, they didn’t want him wandering around, so he rode his three-wheeled bike around the community, presumably looking for Goldie, the family’s golden retriever, who had run off after the murder. Nanette had to call Animal Control to see if they could find her. The dog turned up a couple of days later.
    Told for the second consecutive night that he couldn’t stay at the Balboa Coves house, Kevin called his girlfriend, Sandy Baumgardner, who worked in pharmaceutical sales, around four o’clock to come get him.
    â€œSomeone came in last night and shot my dad,” Kevin said.
    Sandy heard someone in the background telling him not to say anything more. “Who is that talking to you?” she asked, confused.
    â€œThat’s Bill,” he said.
    Now she was even more confused. I thought he just said Bill was dead, she thought.
    â€œPut me on with Bill,” she ordered.
    Sandy could hear Kevin explaining who she was to a man who then took the phone and identified himself as Detective Bill