Dear Patti,

I sure hope everything is OK. I hope you are getting my mail. I'm sending 1 or 2 letters a day and not getting anything back. If you don't want me to writea"let me know.

David a.s.sured Patti that he was "going crazy" waiting to hear from her, wasting away from the misery of being in jail. He was losing a lot of weight, and he expected that he would probably die soon.

"The pain is unbearable," he told Patti. He said he prayed to G.o.d daily, hoping to be saved before his condition deteriorated further. "To tell the truth, I am proud and surprised I lasted this long. . . ."

David was as transparent as cellophane. He hinted that he had found a guy in jail who would help him commit suicide.

That will be pretty soon now. Wish me luck! . . . Maybe I'll be watching you guys grow from up therea"I hope. Take care. G.o.d Bless,

It was clearly a suicide threat, designed to twist the screws even deeper into Patti's conscience. But she did not respond. An astounded David was still alive and well three days later, bombarding Patti with letters.

He did not know that it was already far too late.

On November 7, 1988, at eleven in the morning, Patti Bailey, accompanied by her attorney, Don Rubright, hada" at long lasta"begun to do exactly what David had repeatedly told her to doa""Take care of yourself."

Cinnamon's Halloween confession to Jay Newell was detailed and believable. If Patti's recall correlated with Cinnamon's, the prosecution case would gain credibility exponentially. Patti did not have to talk to the Orange County DA's team, and they had offered her nothing. But she was a woman on fire, betrayed beyond betrayal. She was ready to peel another layer off the coc.o.o.n that still shrouded the complete truth.

Jay Newell asked Patti to go back to 1985. "How old were you at that time?"

"I'd just turned seventeen."

"Sometimes it may hurt to say thingsa"if it does," Newell said, "tell me it's hurting, but you have to say it anyway. Okay?"

"Okay."

Newell asked Patti to do the telling, to choose her own words. She was not a particularly verbal young woman, and the words came haltingly at first.

"David said that he needed help working in Randomex, and he recommended that I quit school and stay home with him and Linda and have me and Linda both finish our high school degree at home."

Patti had been living with David and Linda for five years by then. The situation in the home seemed like a "normal .. . pretty happy family." But David had begun to suggest to Patti that Linda was "changing," that she wouldn't go horsing around with them on ATVs anymore, and she wasn't much fun. "So it was always me, David, and Cinnamon.

". . . And then he said he was scared that something was going to happen to him. I don't know how he led up to it, but he once suggested to me... when we were out in Calico ... I had the gun on my lap in the backseat of the four-wheel drivea"that if it accidentally went off. . . Linda would die and I'd be able to take care of everything."

David had said similar things before, but Patti had always thought he was joking. "I mean like when my mom used to always make jokes like 'I'm going to kill.you, you brat!'"

They had been up by Yucca Valley when David made the "joke" about the gun going off. "We were on the freeway coming back from Calico ... he didn't turn around and say it. I think Linda went in ... to get a drink and he .. . just made a joke of it. But... I did have the gun on my lap. .. . Umm, that was the gun that, I think, Linda was killed with."

"Did he make the suggestion about accidentally shooting Linda or making it look like an accident more than once, or was ita""

"Yes."

"Okay," Newell said quietly. "Where were you when these other suggestions were made?"

"All over. We'd be in the car ... the most recent one was before she died, that day she died. We were supposed to pull over, uma"shooting, back out at Calico, and he used to make suggestions like if she fell off the cliff. I mean n.o.body'd ever suspect anything, um, if one of us took a running charge .. . that she'd die that way."

"Took a running charge?"

"No. If you're sitting on a cliff and she's looking out at the cliff, I mean, if one of us came by and ran and she fell."

Patti was talking about Monday, March 18, hours before Linda died, the day they had all planned to go out to Calico, but stayed home instead because it rained.

"Was he talking to you? Or you and Cinnamon?"

"I don't remember if Cinnamon was even around. I mean, there was always times that he'd let her in and then he wouldn't. Because he'd say, 'Well, she's too young . .. she'll go off and say something.'. .. Sometimes he'd talk to me all day about it, and then the next day Cinnamon would be part of it, and he'd make me tell her what he discussed with me so she understood."

As long as Newell had been working on this casea"three and a half years nowa"there were still times that it seemed almost surrealistic to him. What he was hearing wasn't unexpected; he had somehow known it. But the subtle brutality of David Brown's killing plans, spoken out loud, chilled his blood.

Patti brought up the trip home from the hospital months before Linda died. "We went out to see my brother's new baby. He [David] made suggestions that, if we threw her out of the van, it'd look like her door flew open.... So I don't know if one of us came up with the idea or if he came up with it. .. and neither me or Cinnamon could because we were in the back. . .. After we got home, he said, 'Well, good thing we didn't 'cause the light would of went on and they would of caught on to thata""

"What light went on?"

"You know when you open up your car door, the light goes on. He said the people from behind could have seen what was going on."

". .. And he made it sound like it had to be done that day?" Newell asked.

"He always made it sound like it had to be done that day. He was always scared that someone was going to kill him or whatever."

As Newell questioned her for dates and times, Patti recalled that there had been long periods when David dropped the murder planning. He talked a lot about killing Linda when they lived in Yucca Valley, but then went for six or seven months without mentioning it when they lived in Brea. The real campaign to do away with Linda had taken shape in Garden Grove after they'd moved to the house on Ocean Breeze Drive in 1983.

David had once again begun to be afraid Linda would hurt him.

"He would discuss with you that Linda was trying to hurt him?" Newell asked.

"Linda or Alan."

"Okay. What would he say about that?"

"'They're getting weird. Linda's not being the same person she used to be.' He was afraid that this family was going to be separated. There was a big tree in the back and ivy. ... I think his dad would be on the lookout to see where Linda was when she came home. We'd be in the backyard talking, and he'd say, 'Well, someone could always shoot her and ... hide the gun in the ivy.'"

Patti was quite sure that Arthur Brown had overheard David's plans that day. She estimated this plan was about a week before Linda died. "It wasn't very often that he'd let it go too long. I guess he wanted to keep the idea that the family had to stay together fresh."

Newell explained that Cinnamon had talked about suggestions that she had made about how to kill Linda. Had Patti ever come up with ideas?

She was quiet for a few moments thinking. Not one of the three men listening could easily place this sad young woman in the role of a conniving murderessa"any more than Newell and Robinson could envision Cinnamon in that sense. They were p.a.w.ns. But why? Cinnamon loved her daddy.

Patti? Patti was still something of a mystery. Why should she have been so slavishly devoted to the man the other jail inmates had nicknamed Hunchy?

"Ummm. Suggestions?" Patti mused, remembering. ". . . You know how they had that cyanide thing? When the Tylenol thing was going on?"

"Oh," Newell said, nodding. "I see, yeah."

"The accidentsa"or the people that did that in the pills ..." She trailed off for a moment.

"The cyanide ... who brought the suggestion up?" Newell asked.

"I think it was on the news and I think we botha"or all of usa"just looked at each other and thought, 'Why not?'... I mean, he got a lot of ideas from watching the news."

"And what about you? Do you remember any specific ideas you had yourself?" Newell asked. His deep voice was still easy, conversational.

"Umm, there was the time that David asked me. Well, I was told, however you want to put this, that if she was suffocated, that'd be an easy, painless death.

"But no. He usually woke me up at night talking to me. One night, I was told that if I just went in the bedroom, stuck a pillow right there while her back was turned ... and just shot her, then n.o.body'd hear anything, and it'd be done and over with.... I couldn't do ita"so I left."

So Patti had been David's original choice to kill Linda.

Jeoff Robinson had a few questions, but he and Newell a.s.sured Patti they weren't ganging up on her. "Patti, for a period of time, when David was suggesting these things, you say that you weren't taking him seriously?"

"No ... I wasn't taking him seriously."

"All right," Robinson continued, "but there definitely was a timea"up to the murdera"when that changed, when you did take him seriously?"

She looked into Robinson's eyes and answered slowly, "When I did take him seriously? When he [really] did have me go in the bedroom with the gun. I mean, I had the gun in my hand and everythinga"and I just couldn't do it. . . that's when I started taking him seriously."

"Right. And what did he have you doa"physically?"

"Physically?" Patti suddenly looked alarmed, and then she understood what Newell was asking and relaxed.

"He just said okay, you can go in there. You can hold the pillow, hold the gun with the other hand, and you can shoot her and not very many people will hear it. And then you can just claim somebody came in and robbed us."

Robinson wondered just how it was that Patti had apparently agreed to partic.i.p.ate in the killing.

"I never agreed. It's just the fact that he hands you the gun and I did take him serious then, but I never actually agreed.... I felt obligated."

"Patti," Robinson said, "let me ask you a question. Yes or no. Okay?"

She nodded.

"Whether you did it out of obligationa"you told us that one of the things he has done continually is lay this business on you about keeping the family together, the guilt, he would be gone and so forth?"

She nodded again.

"Is that true?"

"Yes."

"All right. After he laid all that guilt on you about keeping the family together, did youa"along with Cinnamon and Davida"agree and partic.i.p.ate in the planning to kill Linda?"

She stared back at him. This was the question of questions. This was no-going-back time.

Robinson and Newell stopped breathing.

"Yes."

Once that single word was out, Patti Bailey Brown wanted it back. For minutes, she crept back to the safety of maybe believing that David Brown had only been joking.

But they all knew.

And gradually, with her own attorney listening, offering her a gla.s.s of water from time to time, Patti verified Cinnamon's confession. There were very slight variations; some details were agonizing for Patti to discuss. When she was asked what happened to the brown pillow David had given Cinnamon to use as a silencer, she looked blank for a moment. And then she said, "Oha"that was from David's recliner. He used it to support his bad neck. He just put it back on the chair, until it wore out."

Patti understood, as she answered Newell's and Robinson's questions, that one day she would have to tell this awful acc.u.mulation of truths in a courtroom.

Robinson leaned toward Patti and said quietly, "Patti... why did you want Linda dead at that time? What were your reasons? Was there something ... for your own .. . reason, or was it because David hada""

"David had us believe that the family was the most important thing, and she was going to disrupt the family and we'd never be able to be a family once again.... And then he said, 'Well, see, your family was never'a"my family was never a family. And this was our true chance of being a family and having everything that a family was supposed to have. And she was going to interrupt that if he had to leave, or they were going to get a divorce. Then we'd never be a family again.... I guess I needed the fact that there was a family.... He said Cinnamon wouldn't serve that much time. We'd all be happy, the four of us, forever, from that day forward. No matter what."

It was almost like a cult. A little family cult.

Where there was no room for Linda any longer.

Patti knew little about insurance or finances. She was aware of one insurance policy on Linda's life.