She’d never hesitate to have him as a partner.

Then she realized what she’d thought and qualified it: If I were going to stay on the force.

Pulaski wiped his palms, which Sachs could see were sweaty, despite the chill, and pulled on latex gloves.

As they divided up the evidence collection equipment she said, “Hey, heard you got jumped in the garage, running the Explorer scene.”

“Yeah.”

“Hate it when that happens.”

He gave a laugh that meant he understood this was her way of saying it’s okay to be nervous. He started for the door.

“Hey, Ron.”

He stopped.

“By the way, Rhyme said you did a great job.”

“He did?”

Not in so many words. But that was Rhyme. Sachs said, “He sure did. Now, go search the shit out of that scene. I want to nail this bastard.”

He gave a grin. “You bet.”

Sachs said, “It’s not a Christmas present. It’s a job.”

And nodded him downstairs.

She found nothing that suggested who the next victim was but at least there was a significant amount of evidence in the church.

From Vincent Reynolds’s room Sachs recovered samples of a dozen different junk foods and sodas, as well as proof of his darker appetites: condoms, duct tape and rags, presumably to use as gags. The place was a mess. It smelled of unwashed clothes.

In Duncan’s room Sachs found horological magazines (without subscription labels), watchmaker’s and other tools (including the wire cutters that were probably used to cut the chain link fence at the first scene) and clothes. Unlike Vincent’s this room was eerily pristine and ordered. The bed was so tautly made that a drill instructor would have approved. The clothes hung perfectly in the closet (all the labels removed, she noticed), the space between the hangers exactly the same. Items on the desk were aligned at exact angles to one another. He was careful to leave next to nothing about himself personally; two museum programs, from Boston and Tampa, were hidden up under a trash container, but while they suggested he’d been to those cities, they weren’t, of course, where Vincent said he lived, the Midwest. There was also a pet hair roller.

It’s like he’s wearing a Tyvek suit of his own. . . .

She also found some clues that were possibly from the prior crime scenes—a roll of duct tape that would probably match the tape at the alley and that, presumably, was used to gag the victim on the pier. She found an old broom with dirt, fine sand and bits of salt on it. She guessed it was what he’d used to sweep the scene around where Teddy Adams had been killed.

There was also evidence that she hoped might reveal his present location or that related in some way to the next victims. In a small plastic Tupperware container were some coins, three Bic pens, receipts from a parking garage downtown and a drugstore on the Upper West Side, and a book of matches (missing three of them) from a restaurant on the Upper East Side. There were no fingerprints on any of these items. She also found a pair of shoes whose treads were dotted with gaudy green paint, and an empty gallon jug that had contained wood alcohol.