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Chapters (56)
  1. Cover
  2. Title Page
  3. Copyright Page
  4. Dedication
  5. INorth of the Paquo
  6. … chapter one
  7. … chapter two
  8. … chapter three
  9. … chapter four
  10. … chapter five
  11. … chapter six
  12. … chapter seven
  13. … chapter eight
  14. … chapter nine
  15. … chapter ten
  16. … chapter eleven
  17. … chapter twelve
  18. IIThe White Doc
  19. … chapter thirteen
  20. … chapter fourteen
  21. … chapter fifteen
  22. … chapter sixteen
  23. … chapter seventeen
  24. … chapter eighteen
  25. … chapter nineteen
  26. … chapter twenty
  27. … chapter twenty-one
  28. … chapter twenty-two
  29. IIIKnuckle Time
  30. … chapter twenty-three
  31. … chapter twenty-four
  32. … chapter twenty-five
  33. … chapter twenty-six
  34. … chapter twenty-seven
  35. … chapter twenty-eight
  36. … chapter twenty-nine
  37. … chapter thirty
  38. … chapter thirty-one
  39. … chapter thirty-two
  40. … chapter thirty-three
  41. IVHornets’ Nest
  42. … chapter thirty-four
  43. … chapter thirty-five
  44. … chapter thirty-six
  45. … chapter thirty-seven
  46. … chapter thirty-eight
  47. … chapter thirty-nine
  48. … chapter forty
  49. … chapter forty-one
  50. VThe Town Without Children
  51. … chapter forty-two
  52. … chapter forty-three
  53. … chapter forty-four
  54. … chapter forty-five
  55. … chapter forty-six
  56. AUTHOR’S NOTE

Once again Bell glanced down the corridor then nodded. “What’s this all about, Lincoln?”

“Could you check out the window? Make sure Mason’s left? Oh, and I’d close that door again.”

Bell did. Then he walked to the window and looked out. “Yeah. He’s headed up the street. Why all this …?” He lifted his hands to complete the thought.

“How well do you know Mason?”

“As good as I know mosta my deputies. Why?”

“Because he murdered Garrett Hanlon’s family.”

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“What?” Bell started to smile but the expression faded fast. “Mason?”

“Mason,” Rhyme said.

“But why on earth?”

“Because Henry Davett paid him to.”

“Hold up,” Bell said. “You’re a couple steps past me.”

“I can’t prove it yet. But I’m sure.”

“Henry? What’s his involvement?”

Rhyme said, “It all has to do with the Blackwater Canal.” He fell into his lecturing mode, eyes on the map. “Now, the point of digging the canals in the eighteenth century was having dependable transport because the roads were so bad. But as the roads and railroads got better, shippers stopped using the waterways.”

“Where’d you find all this out?”

“Historical Society in Raleigh. Talked to a charming lady, Julie DeVere. According to her, Blackwater Canal was closed just after the Civil War. Wasn’t used for a hundred thirty years. Until Henry Davett started running barges on it again.”

Bell nodded. “That was about five years ago.”

Rhyme continued, “Let me ask—you ever wonder why Davett started using it?”

The sheriff shook his head. “I remember some of us were a little worried kids’d try to swim out to a barge and get hurt and drown but none of ’em ever did and we never thought any more about it. But now you mention it I don’t know why he’d use the canal. He’s got trucks coming and going all the time. Norfolk’s nothing to get to by truck.”

Rhyme nodded up at the evidence chart. “The answer’s right up there. That one bit of trace I never did find a source for: camphene.”

“The stuff in the lanterns?”

Rhyme shook his head, grimaced. “No. I made a mistake there. True, camphene was used in lanterns. But it’s also used in something else. It can be processed to make toxaphene.”

“What’s that?”