“It’s the only way, Garrett. I’ll get you out if you take me to her. We can make sure she’ll be safe, Lincoln Rhyme and I.”

“You can do that?”

“Yes. But if you don’t agree you’ll stay in jail for a long time. And if Mary Beth dies because of you it’ll be murder, same as if you shot her. And you’ll never get out of jail.”

He’d looked out the window. It seemed that his eyes were following the flight of an insect. Sachs couldn’t see it. “All right.”

“How far away is she?”

“On foot, it’ll take us eight, ten hours. Depending.” “On what?”

“On how many they got coming after us and how careful we are getting away.”

Garrett said this quickly and his assured tone troubled Sachs—it was as if he’d been anticipating that someone would break him out or that he’d escape and he’d already considered avoiding pursuit.

“Wait here,” she’d told him. And stepped back into the office. She’d reached into the lockbox, pulled out her gun and knife and, against all training and sense, turned the Smith & Wesson on Nathan Groomer.

“I’m sorry to do this,” she whispered. “I need the key to his cell and then I need you to turn around and put your hands behind your back.”

Wide-eyed, he’d hesitated, perhaps debating whether or not to go for his sidearm. Or—she realized now—probably not even thinking at all. Instinct or reflex or just plain anger might’ve driven him to pull the weapon from his holster.

“This is way past stupid, lady,” he’d said.

“The key.”

He opened the drawer and tossed it on the desk. He put his hands behind his back. She cuffed him with his own handcuffs and ripped the phone from the wall.

She’d then freed Garrett, cuffed him too. The back door to the lockup seemed to be open but she thought she heard footsteps and a running car engine outside. She opted for the front door. They’d made a clean escape, undetected.

Now, a mile from downtown, surrounded by brush and trees, the boy directed her along an ill-defined path. The chains of the cuffs clinked as he pointed in the direction they should go.

She was thinking: But, Rhyme, there was nothing I could do! Do you understand? I had no choice. If the detention center in Lancaster was like what she expected he’d be raped and beaten his first day there and perhaps killed before a week passed. Sachs knew too that this was the only way to find Mary Beth. Rhyme had exhausted the possibilities with the evidence and the defiance in Garrett’s eyes told her that he’d never cooperate.