But she’d made a good point. He was looking at a lot of downtime before the operation itself. And it would be pre-surgery downtime—which meant without eighteen-year-old scotch. What was a quad going to do in a small North Carolina town anyway? Lincoln Rhyme’s greatest enemy wasn’t the spasms, phantom pain or dysreflexia that plague spinal cord patients; it was boredom.

“I’ll give you one day,” Rhyme finally said. “As long as it doesn’t delay the operation. I’ve been on a waiting list for fourteen months to have this procedure.”

“Deal, sir,” Bell said. His weary face brightened.

But Thom shook his head. “Listen, Lincoln, we’re not here to work. We’re here for your procedure and then we’re leaving. I don’t have half the equipment I need to take care of you if you’re working.”

“We’re in a hospital, Thom. I wouldn’t be surprised to find most of what you need here. We’ll talk to Dr. Weaver. I’m sure she’ll be happy to help us out.”

The aide, resplendent in white shirt, pressed tan slacks and tie, said, “For the record, I don’t think it’s a good idea.”

But like hunters everywhere—mobile or not—once Lincoln Rhyme had made the decision to pursue his prey nothing else mattered. He now ignored Thom and began to interrogate Jim Bell. “How long has he been on the run?”

“Just a couple hours,” Bell said. “What I’ll do is have a deputy bring over the evidence we found and maybe a map of the area. I was thinking…”

But Bell’s voice faded as Rhyme shook his head and frowned. Sachs suppressed a smile; she’d know what was coming.

“No,” Rhyme said firmly. “We’ll come to you. You’ll have to set us up someplace in—what’s the county seat again?”

“Uhm, Tanner’s Corner.”

“Set us up someplace we can work. I’ll need a forensics assistant…. You have a lab in your office?”

“Us?” asked the bewildered sheriff. “Not hardly.”

“Okay, we’ll get you a list of equipment we’ll need. You can borrow it from the state police.” Rhyme looked at the clock. “We can be there in a half hour. Right, Thom?”

“Lincoln…”

“Right?”

“A half hour,” the resigned aide muttered.

Now who was in a bad mood?

“Get the forms from Dr. Weaver. Bring them with us. You can fill them out while Sachs and I’re working.”

“Okay, okay.”

Sachs was writing a list of the basic forensics lab equipment. She held it up for Rhyme to read. He nodded then said, “Add a density gradient unit. Otherwise, it looks good.”

She wrote this item on the list and handed it to Bell. He read it, nodding his head uncertainly. “I’ll work this out, sure. But I really don’t want you to go to too much trouble—”