So far, there’d been no leads to the man, either in New York or in California, where Kathryn Dance had started her own investigation.

Rhyme said, “It doesn’t have anything to do with him.”

Sachs shook her head. “But that’s why you wanted it.”

“No, you assumed that’s why I wanted it.”

“What’s it about then, one of the other cases?” she asked. Her eyes went to the evidence boards, which revealed the progress of several cold cases they’d been investigating.

“Not those.”

“Then what?”

“I could tell you a lot sooner if I wasn’t interrupted so much.”

Sachs sighed.

At last he came to the section he sought. He paused, looked out the window at the stark brown branches populating Central Park. He believed in his heart that the report would tell him what he wanted to hear but Lincoln Rhyme was a scientist before all else and distrusted the heart.

Truth is the only goal. . . .

What truths would the words reveal to him?

He looked back at the frame and read the passage quickly. Then again.

After a moment he said to Sachs, “I want to read you something.”

“Okay. I’m listening.”

His right finger moved on the touch pad and the pages flipped back. “This is from the first page. Listening?”

“I said I was.”

“Good. ‘This proceeding is and shall be kept secret. From June eighteenth to June twenty-ninth, ninety seventy-four, a dozen New York City police officers were indicted by a grand jury for extorting money from shopkeepers and businessmen in Manhattan and Brooklyn and accepting bribes to fail to pursue criminal investigations. Additionally, four officers were indicted for assault pursuant to these acts of extortion. Those twelve officers were members of what was known as the Sixteenth Avenue Club, a name that has become synonymous with the heinous crime of police corruption.’”

Rhyme heard Sachs take a fast breath. He looked up and found her staring at the file the way a child stares at a snake in the backyard.

He continued reading. “ ‘There is no trust greater than that between the citizens of these United States and the law enforcement officers who are charged with protecting them. The officers of the Sixteenth Avenue Club committed an inexcusable breach of this sacred trust and not only perpetuated the crimes they were meant to prevent but brought inestimable shame upon their courageous and self-sacrificing brothers and sisters in uniform.

“ ‘Accordingly, I, the Mayor of the City of New York, hereby bestow upon the following officers the Medal for Valor for their efforts in bringing these criminals to justice: Patrolman Vincent Pazzini, Patrolman Herman Sachs and Detective Third-Grade Lawrence Koepel.’”

“What?” Sachs whispered.