“Where’d you get authorization?” Lief said.

Bolton looked bored. “A federal magistrate at five this morning.” He handed Lief a writ. “See for yourself.”

I looked up at the bank of monitors above his head as a fresh row of convicts materialized. As Lief bent beside me and went over the writ slowly, his index finger running under the words as he read, I watched the six convicts’ faces above me until they were replaced with six more. Two were black, two white, one had so many facial tatoos he could have been green for all I could tell, and one looked like a young Hispanic except his hair was a shock of pure white.

“Freeze that,” I said.

Erdham looked over his shoulder at me. “What?”

“Freeze those faces,” I said. “Can you do that?”

He took his hands off the keyboard. “It’s done.” He looked at Bolton. “None of them are a match so far, sir.”

“What’s a match?” I said.

Bolton said, “We’re running every inmate’s file against all prison documentation, no matter how minor, to see if there’s any sort of relationship with Alec Hardiman. We’re nearing the end of the “A”s now.”

“First two are completely clean,” Erdham said. “Not a single incident of contact with Hardiman.”

Lief was staring up at the monitors now too. “Run the sixth,” he said.

I came up beside him. “Who is that guy?”

“You seen him before?”

“I don’t know,” I said. “He seems familiar.”

“You’d remember that hair, though.”

“Yeah,” I said, “I would.”

“Evandro Arujo,” Erdham said. “No match on cellblock, no match on work detail, no match on recreational time, no match on—”

“Lot that computer won’t tell you,” Lief said.

“—sentencing. I’m punching up incident reports now.”

I looked at the face. It was smooth and feminine, the face of a pretty woman. The white hair contrasted starkly with large almond eyes and amber skin. The thick lips were also feminine, pouty, and his eyelashes were long and dark.

“Major incident, number one—Inmate Arujo claims he was raped in hydrotherapy room, August sixth, eighty-seven. Inmate refuses to identify alleged rapists, requests solitary confinement. Request denied.”

I looked at Lief.

“I wasn’t here then,” he said.

“What was he in for?”

“Grand theft auto. First offense.”

“In here?” I said.

Bolton was standing beside us now and I could smell the Sucrets on his breath. “Grand theft isn’t maximum.”

“Tell that to the judge,” Lief said. “And the cop whose car Evandro totaled, who was a drinking buddy of said judge.”

“Second major incident—suspicion of mayhem. March eighty-eight. No further information.”

“Means he raped someone himself,” Lief said.

“Third major incident—arrest and trial for manslaughter. Convicted June eighty-nine.”

“Welcome to Evandro World,” Lief said.

“Print this,” Bolton said.

The laser jet hummed, and the first thing out was the photo we were all staring up at.

Bolton took it, looked at Lief. “Was there contact between this inmate and Hardiman?”

Lief nodded. “Won’t find documentation of it, though.”