The young woman snapped, "Let's assume he did. Look, we can't skip over this. It tells us something else about him—something important: that locked doors don't even slow him up."

Rhyme glanced at Sellitto, who said, "I gotta say, working Larceny I busted a dozen burglars and none of 'em could get through locks that fast."

"Mr. Balzac has me practicing lock picking ten hours a week," Kara said. "I don't have my kit with me but if I did I could open your front door in thirty seconds, the deadbolt in sixty. And I don't know how to scrub a lock. If the Conjurer does he could cut that time in half. Now, I know you like all this, like, evidence stuff. But you're wasting your time to have Amelia go search for something that isn't there."

"You sure?" Sellitto asked.

"If you don't trust my opinion, then why'd you want my help?"

Sachs glanced at Rhyme. He grudgingly accepted Kara's assessment with a stony nod (though privately he was pleased that the woman had shown some grit; it made up a lot for the Look and the Smile). He said to Thom, "Okay, put down on the chart that our boy's a master lock-picker too."

Sachs continued, "No sign of whatever the Conjurer used to knock him out. Blunt-object trauma. Looks like a pipe probably. But he took that with him too."

The report from Latents came in. Eighty-nine separate prints from areas of the crime scene near the victim and the places the Conjurer most likely touched. But Rhyme noticed immediately that some of the prints looked odd and, on closer examination, he could see that they were from the finger cups. He didn't bother to scan the others.

Turning to the trace Sachs had collected at the scene, they found minuscule amounts of the same mineral oil they'd recovered at the music school that morning and more of the latex, makeup and alginate.

Detective Kuan from the Ninth Precinct called and reported that a search of the Dumpsters around Calvert's building had turned up no sign of the man's quick-change outfit or the murder weapons. Rhyme thanked him and told him to keep at it. The man said he would but with such fake enthusiasm that Rhyme knew the search had already ended.

The criminalist asked Sachs, "You said he smashed Calvert's watch?"

"Yep. At noon exactly. A few seconds after."

"And the other victim was at eight. He's on a timetable, looks like. And probably has somebody else lined up for four this afternoon." Less than three hours from now.

Cooper continued, "No luck with the mirror. No manufacturer—that must've been on the frame and he scraped it off. A few real prints but they're covered up by his finger-cup smudges so I'd guess that they're from the clerk where he bought it or the manufacturer. I'll send 'em through APIS anyway."