There was no time, though, to deal with the detective's demons. Rhyme said, "All right. We've got some new information. Let's put it to use."
"How?" Cooper asked.
"The murder of Charlie Tucker's still the closest lead we have to Mr. One-oh-nine. So, obviously," the criminalist added, "we call Texas."
"Remember the Alamo," Sachs offered and hit the speaker button on the phone.
POTTERS' FIELD SCENE (1868)
* Tavern in Gallows Heights--located in the Eighties on the Upper West Side, mixed neighborhood in the 1860s.
* Potters' Field was possible hangout for Boss Tweed and other corrupt New York politicians.
* Charles came here July 15, 1868.
* Burned down following explosion, presumably just after Charles's visit. To hide his secret?
* Body in basement, man, presumably killed by Charles Singleton.
* Shot in forehead by .36 Navy Colt loaded with .39-caliber ball (type of weapon Charles Singleton owned).
* Gold coins.
* Man was armed with Derringer.
* No identification.
* Had ring with name "Winskinskie" on it.
* Means "doorman" or "gatekeeper" in Delaware Indian language.
* Currently searching other meanings.
EAST HARLEM SCENE (GENEVA'S GREAT-AUNT'S APARTMENT) * Used cigarette and 9mm round as explosive device to distract officers. Merit brand, not traceable.
* Friction ridge prints: None. Glove-prints only.
* Poisonous gas device:
* Glass jar, foil, candleholder. Untraceable.
* Cyanide and sulfuric acid. Neither containing markers. Untraceable.
* Clear liquid similar to that found on Elizabeth Street.
* Determined to be Murine.
* Small flakes of orange paint. Posing as construction or highway worker?
ELIZABETH STREET SAFE HOUSE SCENE
* Used electrical booby trap.
* Fingerprints: None. Glove prints only.
* Security camera and monitor; no leads.
* Tarot deck, missing the twelfth card; no leads.
* Map with diagram of museum where G. Settle was attacked and buildings across the street.
* Trace:
* Falafel and yogurt.
* Wood scrapings from desk with traces of pure sulfuric acid.
* Clear liquid, not explosive. Sent to FBI lab.
* Determined to be Murine.
* More fibers from rope. Garrotte?
* Pure carbon found in map.
* Safe house was rented, for cash, to Billy Todd Hammil. Fits Unsub 109's description, but no leads to an actual Hammil.
AFRICAN-AMERICAN MUSEUM SCENE
* Rape pack:
* Tarot card, twelfth card in deck, The Hanged Man, meaning spiritual searching.
* Smiley-face bag.
* Too generic to trace.
* Box cutter.
* Trojan condoms.
* Duct tape.
* Jasmine scent.
* Unknown item bought for $5.95. Probably a stocking cap.
* Receipt, indicating store was in New York City, discount variety store or drugstore.
* Most likely purchased in a store on Mulberry Street, Little Italy. Unsub identified by clerk.
* Fingerprints:
* Unsub wore latex or vinyl gloves.
* Prints on items in rape pack belonged to person with small hands, no IAFIS hits. Positive ID for clerk's.
* Trace:
* Cotton-rope fibers, some with traces of human blood. Garrotte?
* Sent to CODIS.
* No DNA match in CODIS.
* Popcorn and cotton candy with traces of canine urine.
* Weapons:
* Billy club or martial arts weapon.
* Pistol is a North American Arms .22 rimfire magnum, Black Widow or Mini-Master.
* Makes own bullets, bored-out slugs filled with needles. No match in IBIS or DRUGFIRE.
* Motive
* Uncertain. Rape was probably staged.
* True motive may have been to steal microfiche containing July 23, 1868, issue of Coloreds' Weekly Illustrated magazine and kill G. Settle because of her interest in an article for reasons unknown. Article was about her ancestor Charles Singleton (see accompanying chart).
* Librarian victim reported that someone else wished to see article.
* Requesting librarian's phone records to verify this.
* No leads.
* Requesting information from employees as to other person wishing to see story.
* No leads.
* Searching for copy of article.
* Several sources report man requested same article. No leads to identity. Most issues missing or destroyed. One located. (See accompanying chart.) * Conclusion: G. Settle still at risk.
* Motive may be to keep secret the fact that her ancestor found the Fourteenth Amendment to the Constitution is invalid, threatening most of the U.S. civil rights and civil liberties laws.
* Profile of incident sent to VICAP and NCIC.
* Murder in Amarillo, TX, five years ago. Similar M.O.--staged crime scene (apparently ritual killing, but real motive unknown).
* Victim was a retired prison guard.
* Composite picture sent to Texas prison.
* Not recognized.
* Murder in Ohio, three years ago. Similar M.O.--staged crime scene (apparently sexual assault, but real motive probably hired killing). Files missing.
PROFILE OF UNSUB 109
* White male.
* 6 feet tall, 180 lbs.
* Middle-aged.
* Average voice.
* Used cell phone to get close to victim.
* Wears three-year-old, or older, size-11 Bass walkers, light brown. Right foot slightly outturned.
* Additional jasmine scent.
* Dark pants.
* Ski mask, dark.
* Will target innocents to help in killing victims and escaping.
* Most likely is a for-hire killer.
* Possibly a former prisoner in Amarillo, TX.
* Talks with a Southern accent.
* Has trim, light-brown hair, clean-shaven.
* Nondescript.
* Seen wearing dark raincoat.
* Probably not a regular smoker.
* Construction, utility, highway worker?
* Uses Murine.
* Whistles.
PROFILE OF PERSON HIRING UNSUB 109
* No information at this time.
PROFILE OF UNSUB 109'S ACCOMPLICE
* Black male.
* Late 30's, early 40's.
* Six feet.
* Solidly built.
* Wearing green combat jacket.
* Ex-convict.
* Has a limp.
* Reportedly armed.
* Clean-shaven.
* Black do-rag.
* Awaiting additional witnesses and security tapes.
* Tape inconclusive, sent to lab for analysis.
* Old work shoes.
PROFILE OF CHARLES SINGLETON
* Former slave, ancestor of G. Settle. Married, one son. Given orchard in New York state by master. Worked as teacher, as well. Instrumental in early civil rights movement.
* Charles allegedly committed theft in 1868, the subject of the article in stolen microfiche.
* Reportedly had a secret that could bear on case. Worried that tragedy would result if his secret was revealed.
* Attended meetings in Gallows Heights neighborhood of New York.
* Involved in some risky activities?
* Worked with Frederick Douglass and others in getting the 14th Amendment to the Constitution ratified.
* The crime, as reported in Coloreds' Weekly Illustrated: * Charles arrested by Det. William Simms for stealing large sum from Freedman's Trust in NY. Broke into the Trust's safe, witnesses saw him leave shortly after. His tools were found nearby. Most money was recovered. He was sentenced to five years
in prison. No information about him after sentencing. Believed to have used his connections with early civil rights leaders to gain access to the trust.
* Charles's correspondence:
* Letter 1, to wife: Re: Draft Riots in 1863, great anti-black sentiment throughout NY state, lynchings, arson. Risk to property owned by blacks.
* Letter 2, to wife: Charles at Battle of Appomattox at end of Civil War.
* Letter 3, to wife: Involved in civil rights movement. Threatened for this work. Troubled by his secret.
* Letter 4, to wife: Went to Potters' Field with his gun for "justice." Results were disastrous. The truth is now hidden in Potters' Field. His secret was what caused all this heartache.
" 'Lo?"
"Hey there, J. T. This's Lincoln Rhyme in New York." Speaking to someone who went by initials and lived in the Lone Star State--not to mention his drawl--made you tend to drop words like "hey," and "listen here" into your speech.
"Oh, yes, sir, how you doing? Say, I read up on you after we talked last time. Didn't know you were famous."
"Ah, just a former civil servant," Rhyme said with a modesty that rang like dull tin. "Nothing more or less than that. Any better luck with the picture we sent you?"
"Sorry, Detective Rhyme. Fact is, he looks like half the white guys who graduated from here. 'Sides, we're like most correctional outfits--got ourselves a big turnover. Aren't hardly any employees still here from the time when Charlie Tucker was killed."
"We've got a little more information about him. This might help narrow down the list. You got a minute?"
"Shoot."
"He may have an eye problem. He uses Murine regularly. That could be recent but maybe he did it when he was a prisoner there. And then we think he may've had the habit of whistling."
"Whistling? Like at a woman or some such?"
"No, whistling a tune. Songs."
"Oh. Okay. Hold on." Five impossibly long minutes later he came back on the line. "Sorry. Nobody could remember anything about anybody whistling, or having bad eyes, not particular. But we'll keep looking."
Rhyme thanked him and disconnected. He stared at the evidence chart in frustration. In the early 1900s, one of the greatest criminalists who ever lived, Edmond Locard of France, came up with what he called the exchange principle, which holds that at every crime scene there is some exchange of evidence, however minute, between the criminal and the scene or the victim. Finding that evidence was the goal of the forensic detective. Locard's principle, however, didn't go on to guarantee that simply establishing that connection would lead you to the perp's door.
He sighed. Well, he'd known it would be a long shot. What'd they have? A vague computer drawing, a possible eye condition, a possible habit, a grudge against a prison guard.
What else should the--?
Rhyme frowned. He was staring at the twelfth card in the tarot deck.
The Hanged Man does not refer to someone being punished . . . .
Maybe not, but it still depicted a man dangling from a scaffold.
Something clicked in his mind. He glanced at the evidence chart again. Noting: the baton, the electricity hookup on Elizabeth Street, the poison gas, the cluster of bullets in the heart, the lynching of Charlie Tucker, the rope fibers with traces of blood . . .
"Oh, hell!" he spat out.
"Lincoln? What's the matter?" Cooper glanced over at his boss, concerned.
Rhyme shouted, "Command, redial!"
The computer responded on the screen: I did not understand what you said. What would you like me to do?
"Redial the number."
I did not understand what you said.
"Fuck it! Mel, Sachs . . . somebody hit redial!"
Cooper did and a few minutes later the criminalist was speaking once again to the warden in Amarillo.
"J. T., it's Lincoln again."
"Yes, sir?"
"Forget inmates. I want to know about guards."
"Guards?"
"Somebody who used to be on your staff. With eye problems. Who whistled. And he might've worked on Death Row before or around the time Tucker was killed."
"We all weren't thinkin' 'bout employees. And, again, most of our staff wasn't here five, six years ago. But hold on here. Lemme ask around."
The image of The Hanged Man had put the thought into Rhyme's head. He then considered the weapons and the techniques that Unsub 109 had employed. They were methods of execution: cyanide gas, electricity, hanging, shooting a group of bullets into the heart, like a firing squad. And his weapon to subdue his victims was a baton, like a prison guard would carry.
A moment later he heard, "Hey there, Detective Rhyme?"
"Go ahead, J. T."
"Sure 'nough, somebody said that rings a bell. I called one of our retired guards at home, worked execution detail. Name of Pepper. He's agreed to come into the office and talk to you. Lives nearby. Should be here in just a few minutes. We'll call you right back."
Another glance at the tarot card.
A change of direction . . .
Ten insufferably long minutes later the phone rang.
Fast introductions were made. Retired Texas Department of Justice officer Halbert Pepper spoke in a drawl that made J. T. Beauchamp's accent sound like the Queen's English. "Thinkin' I might be able to help y'all out some."
"Tell me," Rhyme said.
"Till 'bout five years ago we had us a executions control officer fit the bill of who y'all were describin' to J. T. Had hisself eye trouble and he whistled up a storm. I was just 'bout to retire round then but I worked with him some."
"Who was he?"
"Fella name of Thompson Boyd."
IV
DEAD MAN WALKING
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Through the speakerphone, Pepper was explaining, "Boyd grew up round these parts. Father was a wildcatter--"
"Oil?"
"Field hand, yes, sir. Mother stayed at home. No other kids. Normal childhood, sounded like. Pretty nice, to hear tell. Always talkin' 'bout his family, loved 'em. Did a lot for his mother, who lost a arm or leg or whatnot in a twister. Always looking out for her. Like one time, I heard, this kid on the street made fun of her, and Boyd followed him and threatened to slip a sidewinder into the boy's bed some night if he didn't apologize.
"Anyway after high school and a year'r two of college he went to work at his daddy's company for a spell, till they had a string of layoffs. He got fired. His daddy too. Times was bad and he just couldn't get work round here, and so he moved outa the state. Don't know where. Got hisself a job at some prison. Started as a block guard. Then there was some problem--their executions officer went sick, I think--and there was nobody to do the job so Boyd done it. The burn went so good--"
"The what?"
"Sorry. The electrocution went so good they give him the job. He stayed for a while, but kept on movin' from state to state, 'cause he was in demand. Became an expert at executions. He knew chairs--"
"Electric chairs?"
"Like our Ol' Sparky down here, yes, sir. The famous one. And he knew gas too, was a expert at riggin' the chamber. Could also tie a hangman's noose and not many people in the U.S.'re licensed for that line of work, lemme tell you. The ECO job opened up here and he jumped at it. We'd switched to lethal injections, like most other places, and he became a whiz at them too. Even read up on 'em so he could answer the protesters. There's some people claim the chemicals're painful. I myself think that's the whale people and Democrats, who don't bother to know the facts. It's hogwash. I mean, we had these--"
"About Boyd?" asked impatient Lincoln Rhyme.
"Yes, sir, sorry. So he's back here and things go fine for a spell. Nobody really paid him much mind. He was just kinda invisible. 'Average Joe' was his nickname. But somethin' happened over time. Somethin' changed. After a time he started to go strange."
"How so?"
"The more executions he ran, the crazier he got. Kind of blanker and blanker. That make sense? Like he wasn
't quite all there. Give you a for-instance: Told you he and his folks was real tight, got along great. What happens but they get themselves killed in this car accident, his aunt too, and Boyd, he didn't blink. Hell, he didn't even go to the funeral. You would've thought he was in shock, but it wasn't that way. He just didn't seem to care. He went to his normal shift and, when ever'body heard, they asked what he was doin' there. It was two days till the next execution. He coulda took time off. But he didn't want to. He said he'd go out to their graves later. Don't know if he ever did.
"See, it was like he kept gettin' closer and closer to the prisoners--too close, a lot of folk thought. You don't do that. Ain't healthy. He stopped hangin' out with other guards and spent his time with the condemned. He called 'em 'my people.' Word is that he one time even sat down in our old electric chair itself, which is in this sort of museum. Just to see what it was like. Fell asleep. Imagine that.
"Somebody asked Boyd about it, how'd it feel, bein' in a electric chair. He said it didn't feel like nothin'. It just felt 'kinda numb.' He said that a lot toward the end. He felt numb."
"You said his parents were killed? Did he move into their house?"
"Think he did."
"Is it still there?"
The Texans were on a speakerphone too and J. T. Beauchamp called out, "I'll find that out, sir." He posed a question to somebody. "Should see in a minute or two, Mr. Rhyme."
"And could you find out about relatives in the area?"
"Yes, sir."
Sachs asked, "You recall he whistled a lot, Officer Pepper?"
"Yes'm. And he was right good at it. Sometimes he'd give the condemned a song or two to send 'em off."
"What about his eyes?"
"That too," Pepper said. "Thompson had hisself bad eyes. The story is he was runnin' a electrocution--wasn't here--and somethin' went bad. Happened sometimes, when you'd use the chair. A fire started--"
"The man being executed?" Sachs asked, wincing.
"That's right, ma'am. Caught hisself on fire. He mighta been dead already, or unconscious. Nobody knows. He was still movin' round but they always do that. So Thompson runs in with a riot gun, gonna shoot the poor fella, put him out of his misery. Now, that's not part of protocol, I'll tell you. It's murder to kill the condemned before they die under the writ of execution. But Boyd was gonna do it anyway. Couldn't let one of 'his people' die like that. But the fire spread. Insulation on the wire or some plastic or somethin' caught and the fumes knocked Boyd out. He was blinded for a day or two."
"The inmate?" Sachs asked.
"Thompson didn't hafta shoot him. The juice did the trick."
"And he left five years ago?" Rhyme asked.
" 'Bout that," Pepper drawled. "Quit. Think he went up to some place, some prison, in the Midwest. Never heard nothin' 'bout him after that."
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