Tags:
Fiction,
General,
Suspense,
Psychological,
Thrillers,
Mystery & Detective,
Quadriplegics,
Forensic pathologists,
Electronic Books,
north carolina,
Rhyme,
Lincoln (Fictitious character)
have cuffs. Lucky for us – most kids his age'd wear only blue jeans."
She dropped them in a plastic evidence bag.
"Shirts?"
"T-shirts only," she said. "Nothing with pockets." Criminalists love cuffs and pockets; they trap all sorts of helpful clues. "I've got a couple of notebooks here, Rhyme. But Jim Bell and the other deputies must've looked through them."
"Don't make any assumptions about our colleagues' crime scene work," Rhyme said wryly.
"Got it."
She began flipping through the pages. "There're no diaries. No maps. Nothing about kidnapping . . . There're just drawings of insects . . . pictures of the ones he's got here in the terrariums."
"Any of girls, young women? Sado-sexual?"
"No."
"Bring them along. How about the books?"
"Maybe a hundred or so. Schoolbooks, books about animals, insects . . . Hold on – got something here – a Tanner's Corner High School yearbook. It's six years old."
Rhyme asked a question to someone in the room. He came back on the line. "Jim says Lydia's twenty-six. She'd've been out of high school eight years. But check the McConnell girl's page."
Sachs thumbed through the Ms.
"Yep. Mary Beth's picture's been cut out with a sharp blade of some kind. He sure fits the classic stalker profile."
"We're not interested in profiles. We're interested in evidence. The other books – the ones on his shelf – which ones does he read the most?"
"How do I –"
"Dirt on the pages," he snapped impatiently. "Start on the ones nearest his bed. Bring back four or five of them."
She picked the four with the most well-thumbed pages. The Entomologist's Handbook , The Field Guide to Insects of North Carolina , Water Insects of North America , The Miniature World .
"I've got them, Rhyme. There're a lot of marked passages. Asterisks by some of them."
"Good. Bring them back. But there's got to be something more specific in the room."
"I can't find a thing."
"Keep looking, Sachs. He's a sixteen-year-old. You know the juvenile cases we've worked. Teenagers' rooms are the centers of their universe. Start thinking like a sixteen-year-old. Where would you hide things?"
She looked under the mattress, in and under the drawers of the desk, in the closet, beneath the grimy pillows. Then she shone the flashlight between the wall and the bed. She said, "Got something here, Rhyme . . ."
"What?"
She found a mass of wadded-up Kleenex, a bottle of Vaseline Intensive Care lotion. She examined one of the Kleenexes. It was stained with what appeared to be dried semen.
"Dozens of tissues under the bed. He's been a busy boy with his right hand."
"He's sixteen," Rhyme said. "It'd be unusual if he wasn't . Bag one. We might need some DNA."
Sachs found more under the bed: a cheap picture frame on which he'd painted crude drawings of insects – ants and hornets and beetles. Inside was mounted the cut-out yearbook photo of Mary Beth McConnell. There was also an album of a dozen other snapshots of Mary Beth. They were candids. Most of them were of the young woman on what seemed to be a college campus or walking down the street of a small town. Two were of her in her bikini at a lake. In both of these she was bending down and the picture focused on the girl's cleavage. She told Rhyme what she'd found.
"His fantasy girl," Rhyme muttered. "Keep going."
"I think we should bag this and get on to the primary scene."
"In a minute or two, Sachs. Remember – this was your idea, being Good Samaritans, not mine."
A shudder of anger at this. "What do you want?" she asked heatedly. "You want me to dust for prints? Vacuum for hairs?"
"Of course not. We're not after trial-quality evidence for the D.A.; you know that. All we need is something that'll give us an idea where he might've taken the girls. He's not going to bring them back home. He's got a place he's made just for them. And he's been there earlier – to get it ready. He may be young and quirky but he still smells of an organized offender. Even if the girls're
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