“Robert Moreno—a saint. He’s said a lot of inflammatory things. He’s been very critical of the country. So I need you to find what he’s done that’s good. His Local Empowerment Movement, for instance. Building schools, feeding third-world children, that sort of thing. Being a loving father and husband.”

“You need us to do that?” Sachs questioned. The emphasis pointed the question in the direction of disbelief…and gave it a nice tidy edge, to boot.

“Correct.”

“Why?”

“It’s just better.” As if obvious.

“Oh.” A pause. “That’s not really an answer,” Sachs said. She wasn’t looking at Rhyme and he didn’t want her to. The tension between her and the ADA was simmering just fine on its own.

“The jury again.” With a glance toward Rhyme who’d apparently fueled her argument earlier. “I need to show he was upright and a good, ethical man. The defense is going to paint Moreno as a danger—like lawyers try to portray a rape victim as somebody who was dressing provocatively and flirting with her attacker.”

Sachs said, “There’s a big difference between those scenarios.”

“Really? I’m not so sure.”

“Isn’t the point of an investigation to get to the truth?”

A pause for digesting these words. “If you don’t win in court, then what good does having the truth do?”

Then, for her, the subject was settled. Laurel said to everyone, “And we need to work fast. Very fast.”

Sellitto said, “Right. NIOS could find out about the case at any time. Evidence could start disappearing.”

Laurel said, “That’s obvious but it’s not what I’m talking about. Look at the board, the kill order.”

Everyone did, Rhyme included. Yet he could draw no immediate conclusion. But he suddenly understood. “The queue.”

“Exactly,” the prosecutor said.

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