Dr. Penny shook his head. “Based on the evidence I’ve heard that boy’s going to jail with or without expert witnesses.”

“I don’t think he killed the boy. And I think the kidnapping’s not as black and white as we’re making it.”

Dr. Penny shrugged. “My professional opinion is that he did. Obviously I haven’t run all the tests but he exhibits clear dissocial and sociopathic behavior—and I’m thinking, of all three major diagnostic systems. The International Classification of Diseases, the DSM-TV and the Revised Psychopathy Checklist. Would I have to run the complete battery of tests? Of course. But he clearly presents with an affect-less antisocial/criminal personality. He’s got a high IQ, he exhibits strategic thinking patterns and organized-offender behavior, considers revenge acceptable, displays no remorse… he’s a very dangerous person.”

“Sachs,” Rhyme said, “what’s the point? This isn’t our game anymore.”

She ignored him and his piercing eyes. “But, Doctor—”

The doctor held up a hand. “Can I ask you a question?”

“What?”

“Do you have children?”

A hesitation. “No,” she responded. “Why?”

“You understandably feel sympathy for him—I think we all do—but you might be confusing that with some latent maternal sense.”

“What does that mean?”

The doctor continued, “I mean that if you have some desire to have children yourself you might not be able to take an objective view about a sixteen-year-old boy’s innocence or guilt. Especially one who’s an orphan and has had a tough time in life.”

“I can take a perfectly objective role,” she snapped. “There’s just too much that doesn’t add up. Garrett’s motives don’t make sense, he—”

“Motives are the weak leg of the evidentiary stool, Sachs, you know that.”

“I don’t need any more maxims, Rhyme,” she snapped.

The criminalist sighed in frustration, glanced at the clock.

Dr. Penny continued. “I heard you asking Cal Fredericks about Lancaster, about what was going to happen to the boy.”

She lifted an eyebrow.

“Well, I think you can help him,” the doctor said. “The best thing you can do is to just spend some time with him. The county’ll assign a caseworker to liaise with the guardian the court appoints and you’ll have to get their approval but I’m sure it can be arranged. He might even open up with you about Mary Beth.”

As she was considering this Thom appeared in the doorway. “Van’s outside, Lincoln.”

Rhyme glanced at the map one last time and then turned toward the doorway. “‘Once more into the breach, dear friends….’”

Jim Bell walked into the room and rested his hand on Rhyme’s insensate arm. “We’re organizing a search of the Outer Banks. With a little luck we’ll have her in a few days. Listen, I can’t thank you enough, Lincoln.”

Rhyme deflected the gratitude with a nod and wished the sheriff good luck.