The hot breeze whistled through the grass around her. She thought about Buddy, about her surgeon, about her house and her garden.

Lucy lowered the gun.

She racked the weapon until it was empty and, padded butt resting on her hip, muzzle skyward, she carried it back to the van in front of the cabin. She set it on the ground and found her cell phone then called the state police.

The medevac chopper was the first to arrive and the medics quickly bundled Thom up and flew him off to the medical center. One stayed to look after Lincoln Rhyme, whose blood pressure was edging critical.

When the troopers themselves showed up in a second helicopter a few minutes later it was Amelia Sachs they arrested first and left hog-tied, hands behind her, lying in the hot dirt outside the cabin, while they went inside to arrest Garrett Hanlon and read him his rights.

… chapter thirty-nine

Thom would survive.

The doctor in the Emergency Medicine Department of the University Medical Center in Avery had said laconically, “The bullet? It came and went. Missed the important stuff.” Though the aide would be off duty for a month or two.

Ben Kerr had volunteered to cut class and stay around Tanner’s Corner for a few days to assist Rhyme. The big man had grumbled, “You don’t really deserve my help, Lincoln. I mean, hell, you never even pick up after yourself.”

Still not quite comfortable with crip jokes he glanced quickly at Rhyme to see if this type of banter was within the rules. The criminalist’s sour grimace was a reverse affirmation that it was. But Rhyme added that, as much as he appreciated the offer, the care and feeding of a quad is a full-time, and tricky, job. Largely thankless too—if the patient is Lincoln Rhyme. And so Dr. Cheryl Weaver was arranging for a professional caregiver from the medical center to help Rhyme.

“But hang around, Ben,” he said. “I still might need you. Most aides don’t last more than a few days.”

The case against Amelia Sachs was bad. Ballistics tests had proved that the bullet that killed Jesse Corn had come from her gun and, though Ned Spoto was dead, Lucy Kerr had given a statement describing what Ned had told her about the incident. Bryan McGuire had already announced that he was going for the death penalty. Good-natured Jesse Corn had been a popular figure around town and, since he’d died trying to arrest the Insect Boy, there was considerable outcry for making this a capital case.