The Broken Window (Lincoln Rhyme 8)

Sachs asked, "What's your opinion of that?"

"I don't think he was."

Rhyme noted the softened verb. Not as adamant a denial as with the murder and theft. She desperately wanted the answer to be no, though she'd probably come to the same conclusion Rhyme just had: that the woman's being his lover worked in Arthur's favor. You were more likely to rob a stranger than someone you were sleeping with. Still, as a wife and mother, Judy was crying out for one particular answer.

Then she glanced up, less cautious now about looking at Rhyme, the contraption he sat in and the other devices that defined his life. "Whatever else was going on, he did not kill that woman. He couldn't have. I know it in my soul. . . . Is there anything you can do?"

Rhyme and Sachs shared a look. He said, "I'm sorry, Judy, we're in the midst of a big case right now. We're real close to catching a very dangerous killer. I can't drop that."

"I wouldn't want you to. But, just something. I don't know what else to do." Her lip was trembling.

He said, "We'll make some calls, find out what we can. I can't give you information you couldn't otherwise get through your lawyer but I'll tell you honestly what I think about the D.A.'s chance of success."

"Oh, thank you, Lincoln."

"Who's his lawyer?"

She gave them the name and phone number. A high-profile, and -priced, criminal defense attorney Rhyme knew. But he'd be a man with a lot on his plate and more experience with financial than violent crimes.

Sachs asked about the prosecutor.

"Bernhard Grossman. I can get you his number."

"That's all right," Sachs said. "I have it. I've worked with him before. He's reasonable. I assume he offered your husband a plea bargain?"

"He did, and our lawyer wanted to take it. But Art refused. He keeps saying this is just a mistake, it'll all get straightened out. But that doesn't always happen, does it? Even if people are innocent they go to jail sometimes, don't they?"

They do, yes, Rhyme thought, then said, "We'll make a few phone calls."

She rose. "I can't tell you how sorry I am that we let things slide. Inexcusable." Surprising him, Judy Rhyme strode directly to the wheelchair and bent down, brushing her cheek against his. Rhyme smelled nervous sweat and two distinct scents, perhaps deodorant and hair spray. No perfume. She didn't seem the perfume type. "Thank you, Lincoln." She walked to the door and paused. To them both she said, "Whatever else you find, about that woman and Arthur, it's all right. All I care about is that he doesn't go to jail."

"I'll do what I can. We'll give you a call if we find something concrete."

Sachs saw her out.

When she returned Rhyme said, "Let's check with the lawyers first."

"I'm sorry, Rhyme." He frowned, and she added, "I just mean, it's got to be hard on you."

"How's that?"

"Thinking a close relative got busted for murder."

Rhyme shrugged, one of the few gestures he could manage. "Ted Bundy was somebody's son. Maybe a cousin too."

"But still." Sachs lifted the receiver. Eventually she tracked down the defense lawyer, got his answering service and left a message. Rhyme wondered which hole of which golf course he was on at that moment.

She then got in touch with the assistant district attorney, Grossman, who wasn't enjoying the day of rest but was in his office downtown. He'd never connected the last name of the perp to the criminalist. "Hey, I'm sorry, Lincoln," he said sincerely. "But I have to say, it's a good case. I'm not blowing smoke. I'd tell you if there were gaps. But there aren't. A jury's going to nail him. If you can talk him into a plea, you'd be doing him a huge favor. I could probably go down to twelve solid."

Twelve years, with no parole. It would kill Arthur, Rhyme reflected.

"Appreciate that," Sachs said.

The A.D.A. added that he had a complicated trial starting tomorrow so he couldn't spend any more time talking to them now. He'd call later in the week, if they liked.

He did, however, give them the name of the lead detective in the case, Bobby LaGrange.

"I know him," she said, dialing him at home too. She got his voice mail but when she tried his cell he answered immediately.