“When somebody puts me in the line of fire there better be a pretty good reason,” Sachs said evenly. “And it’s no reason at all that you’re gunning for that boy because you haven’t been able to make a case against him.”

“You got no business talking about how I do my job. I—”

“Okay, we got to wrap this up here,” Lucy said, “and get back to the office. We’re still working on the assumption that Mary Beth isn’t dead and we’ve got to find her.”

“Hey,” Jesse Corn called. “There’s the chopper.”

A helicopter from the medical center landed in a clearing near the mill and the medics brought Lydia out on a stretcher; she was suffering from minor heatstroke and had a badly sprained ankle. The woman had been hysterical at first—Garrett had come at her with a knife and even though it turned out he had used it just to cut a piece of duct tape to gag her she was still very shaken. She managed to calm down enough to tell them that Mary Beth wasn’t anywhere near the mill. Garrett had her hidden near the ocean somewhere, on the Outer Banks. She didn’t know where exactly. Lucy and Mason had tried to get Garrett to say but he’d remained mute and sat, hands cuffed behind him, staring morosely at the ground.

Lucy said to Mason, “You, Nathan and Jesse walk Garrett over to Easedale Road. I’ll have Jim send a car there. The Possum Creek turnoff. Amelia wants to search the mill. I’ll help her. Send another car over to Easedale in a half hour or so for us.”

Sachs was happy to hold Mason’s eyes for as long as he wanted to have a pissing contest. But he turned his attention to Garrett, looking the scared boy up and down like a guard studying a death-row prisoner. Mason nodded to Nathan. “Lessgo. Those cuffs on tight, Jesse?”

“They’re tight, sure,” Jesse said.

Sachs was glad Jesse would be with them to keep Mason on his good behavior. She’d heard stories about “escaping” prisoners being beaten by their transporting officers. Occasionally they ended up dead.

Mason gripped Garrett roughly by the arm and pulled him to his feet. The boy cast a hopeless look at Sachs. Then Mason led him down the path.

Sachs said to Jesse Corn, “Keep an eye on Mason. You may need all of Garrett’s cooperation to find Mary Beth. And if he’s too scared or mad you won’t get anything out of him.”

“I’ll make sure of it, Amelia.” A glance her way. “That was gutsy, what you did. Stepping in front of him. I wouldn’t’ve done that.”

“Well,” she said, not in the mood for any more adoration. “Sometimes you just act and don’t think.”