And what would you say, Rhyme, if you were here? What insights?
But you’re not here. You’re hanging with the ambulance chasers.
Then her eyes slipped to the unblinking cursor.
Archived File Request
Case File Name: People v. Carelli
Case File Number: 24-543676F
Requesting Officer Shield: D5885
Passcode: ********
Yes, no?
What bad could come of it? she asked herself again.
Sachs removed her hands from the keyboard, closed her eyes and leaned back in the chair once more.
CHAPTER 15
Juliette Archer and Lincoln Rhyme were alone in the parlor.
The notes from the now-defunct
Earlier today, upon hearing that the case was over, Rhyme indulged himself with an encouraging thought: that he was relieved of the burden of mentoring his student. Yet now he wasn’t as buoyed by that idea as he initially was. He found himself saying to her, “There
She maneuvered her chair to face him and her countenance suggested she was surprised. “You didn’t think I was going to leave, did you?”
“No. I was just saying.” An expression he detested when coming from someone else’s lips and he liked it no more now that
“Or you were hoping?” Her smile was coy.
“Your presence was helpful.”
His highest compliment, though she wouldn’t know that.
“It’s unfair what happened. No money, no recourse for Sandy Frommer.”
Rhyme said, “But that’s your situation.” A nod at the wheelchair. Because her disability stemmed from the tumor, not an accident, she had no one to recover settlement money from. “I was lucky. I got a large settlement from the construction company that built the scaffolding the pipe fell from.”
“Pipe? Is that what happened?”
He laughed. “I was playing rookie. At the time I was head of the Crime Scene Unit but I couldn’t keep from searching a scene myself. A killer was murdering police officers. I had to get down in the site and dig for evidence. I was sure
“Heraclitus,” she said, her eyes amused. “They’d be so proud, the good sisters of Immaculata, my remembering
“…you cope.”
Archer nodded.
“Something I’ve been wondering.”
“Yes, it’s true,” Rhyme announced in a bold voice. “ ‘A ninhydrin solution
She fell silent as she looked around the lab, congested with equipment and tools and instruments. Finally: “You’re avoiding the question that’s coming, aren’t you?”
“Why I quit working for the police.”
Archer smiled. “Answer or not. Just curious.”
He gestured with his working hand toward one of the whiteboards in the far corner of the room, snubbing them with their backs. He said, “That was a case about a month ago. There’s a notation at the bottom of the board.
“That’s why you quit?”
“Yes.”
“So you made a mistake and somebody died.”
Inflection is everything. Archer’s comment ended in a lazy question mark; she might have been asking legitimately if this was the case. Or she might have been dismissing what happened and chiding him for backing away from a profession in which death was a natural part of the process: A human’s ceasing to exist is, of course, the prime mover of a homicide case. A corollary is the possible death of the suspect during apprehension… or, occasionally, a lethal injection gurney.
But Rhyme gave a shallow laugh. “No. In fact, the opposite happened.”
“Opposite?”