Now the Northerner got to roll his eyes. “Oh, come on,” Geberth snapped, as if the D.A. were a slow student. “What it means is that Corn was operating outside his jurisdiction as a law enforcer and that when he confronted Garrett he was a felon and armed and dangerous. Jim Bell admitted they were planning on torturing the boy to find Mary Beth’s whereabouts. Once they found her, Corn would’ve been right there with Culbeau and the others to kill Lucy Kerr and the other deputies.”

The judge’s eyes swept from left to right slowly as he watched this unprecedented tennis match.

The prosecutor: “I can only focus on the crime at hand. Whether Jesse Corn was going to kill anybody or not doesn’t matter.”

Geberth shook his head slowly. The lawyer said to the court reporter, “We’re suspending the deposition. This is off the record.” Then, to the prosecutor: “What’s the point of proceeding? Corn was a killer.”

Rhyme joined in, speaking to the prosecutor. “You take this to trial and what do you think the jury’s going to feel when we show the victim was a crooked cop planning to torture an innocent boy to find a young woman and then murder her?”

Geberth continued, “You don’t want this notch on your grip. You’ve got Bell, you’ve got his brother-in-law, the coroner….”

Before the prosecutor could protest again Rhyme looked up at him and said in a soft voice, “I’ll help you.”

“What?” the prosecutor asked.

“You know who’s behind all this, don’t you? You know who’s killing half the residents of Tanner’s Corner?”

“Henry Davett,” the prosecutor said. “I’ve read the filings and depos.”

Rhyme asked, “And how’s the case against him?”

“Not good. There’s no evidence. There’s no link between him and Bell or anybody else in town. He used middlemen and they’re all stonewalling or out of the jurisdiction.”

“But,” Rhyme said, “don’t you want to nail him—before any more people die of cancer? Before more children get sick and kill themselves? Before more babies are born with birth defects?”

“Of course I want to.”

“Then you need me. You won’t find a criminalist anywhere in the state who can bring Davett down. I can.” Rhyme glanced at Sachs. He could see tears in her eyes. He knew that the only thought in her mind now was that, whether they sent her to jail or not, she hadn’t killed an innocent man.

The prosecutor sighed deeply. Then nodded. Quickly, as if he might change his mind, he said, “Deal.” He looked at the bench. “Your Honor, in the case of the People versus Sachs, the state is withdrawing all charges.”

“So ordered,” said the bored judge. “Defendant is free to go. Next case.” He didn’t even bother to bang down his gavel.

… chapter forty-five