“What, Lancaster?” The lawyer shrugged his narrow shoulders. “He’ll get hurt. No getting around that. I don’t know how bad. But he will get hurt. A boy like him’s gonna be at the bottom of the food chain at VFDC.”

“Can he be segregated?”

“Not there. It’s all general population. Just a big holding pen, basically. The best we can do is hope the guards look out for him.”

“How ’bout bail?”

Fredericks laughed. “There’s no judge in the world’d set bail in a case like this. He’s a bond-jumper waiting to happen.”

“Is there anything we can do to get him into a different facility? Lincoln’s got friends in New York.”

“New York?” Fredericks gave her a genteel but wry Southern smile. “I don’t think that carries much weight south of the Mason-Dixon line. Probably not even west of the Hudson.” He nodded toward Dr. Penny. “No, our best bet is to get Garrett to cooperate then work out a plea.”

“Shouldn’t his foster parents be here?”

“Should be, yep. I called them but Hal said the boy’s on his own. He wouldn’t even let me talk to Maggie—his mother.”

“But Garrett can’t be making decisions on his own,” Sachs said. “He’s just a boy.”

“Oh,” Fredericks explained, “before the arraignment or plea deal’s agreed to the court’ll appoint a guardian ad litem. Don’t worry, he’ll be looked out for.”

Sachs turned to the doctor. “What’re you going to do? This empty chair test?”

Dr. Penny glanced at the lawyer, who nodded his okay to explain. “It’s not a test. It’s a type of Gestalt therapy—a behavioral technique that’s known for getting very fast results in understanding certain types of behavior. I’m going to have Garrett imagine that Mary Beth is sitting in a chair in front of him and have him talk to her. Explain to her why he kidnapped her. I hope to get him to understand that she’s upset and frightened and that what he did was wrong. That she’ll be better off if he tells us where she is.”

“And this’ll work?”

“It’s not really intended for this type of situation but I think it could get results.”

The lawyer glanced at his watch. “You ready, Doctor?”

He nodded.

“Let’s go.” The doctor and Fredericks disappeared into the interrogation room.