“Billy had no romantic relationship with Mary Beth of any kind. He wasn’t involved in the murder of Garrett Hanlon’s family. He didn’t even know her. So he’d have no motivation to kill her other than financial profit.”

“Go on.”

Rhyme continued, “Whoever hired him wasn’t going to pay by check, of course, but in cash. Deputy Kerr went to the house of Billy Stail’s parents and was given permission to search his room. She discovered ten thousand dollars hidden beneath his mattress.”

“What was there about this—”

“Why don’t I just finish the story?” Rhyme asked the lawyer.

The judge said, “Good idea, Mr. Rhyme. I think counsel’s laid enough groundwork.”

“With Officer Kerr’s assistance I did a friction ridge analysis—that’s a fingerprint check—of the top and bottom bills in the sucks of cash. I found a total of sixty-one latent fingerprints. Aside from Billy’s prints, two of these prints proved to be from a person involved in this case. Deputy Kerr got another warrant to enter that individual’s house.”

“Did you search it too?” the judge asked.

He replied with forced patience, “No, I didn’t. It wasn’t accessible to me. But I directed the search, which was conducted by Deputy Kerr. Inside the house she found a receipt for the purchase of a shovel identical to the murder weapon, eighty-three thousand dollars in cash, secured with wrappers identical to the ones around the two stacks of money in Billy Stail’s house.”

Dramatic as ever, Rhyme had saved the best till the last. “Deputy Kerr also found bone fragments in the barbecue behind that premises. These fragments match the bones of Garrett Hanlon’s family.”

“Whose house was this?”

“Deputy Jesse Corn’s.”

This drew some loud murmurs from the courtroom pews. The prosecutor remained unfazed but sat up slightly, his shoes scuffling on the tile floor, and whispered to his colleagues as they considered the implications of the revelation. In the gallery Jesse’s parents turned to each other, shock in their eyes; his mother shook her head and started to cry.

“Where exactly are you going, Mr. Rhyme?” the judge asked.

Rhyme resisted telling the judge that the destination was obvious. He said, “Your Honor, Jesse Corn was one of the individuals who had conspired with Jim Bell and Steve Farr to kill Garrett Hanlon’s family five years ago and then to kill Mary Beth McConnell the other day.”

Oh, yeah. This town’s got itself a few hornets.

The judge leaned back in his chair. “This has nothing to do with me. You two duke it out.” Nodding from Geberth to the prosecutor. “You got five minutes then she accepts the plea bargain or I’ll set bail and schedule trial.”

The prosecutor said to Geberth, “Doesn’t mean she didn’t kill Jesse. Even if Corn was a co-conspirator he was still the victim of a homicide.”