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"How'd you know?" Dellray glanced at the maps on Rhyme's wall but, thank God, wasn't interested in them.
"The print showed signs of dehydration and shriveling. Bet the body was a mess. And you found it in the basement? Am I right? Where our boy likes to stow his victims."
Dellray ignored him and nosed around the room like a giant terrier. "Where you hidin' our evidence?"
"Evidence? I don't know what you're talking about. Say, did you break my door? Last time you walked in without knocking. Now you just kicked it in."
"You know, Lincoln, I was thinking of apologizing to you for before--"
"That's big of you, Fred."
"But now I'm a inch away from collaring your ass."
Rhyme glanced down at the microphone headset, dangling on the floor. He imagined Sachs's voice bleating from the earphones.
"Gimme that evidence, Rhyme. You don't realize what kind of pissy-bad trouble you're in."
"Thom," Rhyme asked slowly, "Agent Dellray startled me and I dropped my Walkman headset. Could you hook it on the bedframe?"
The aide didn't miss a beat. He rested the mike next to Rhyme's head, out of Dellray's sight.
"Thank you," Rhyme said to Thom. Then added, "You know, I haven't had my bath yet. I think it's about time, wouldn't you say?"
"I've been wondering when you were going to ask," said Thom, with the ability of a natural-born actor.
"Come in, Rhyme. For Christ's sake. Where are you?"
Then she heard a voice in her headset. Thom's. It sounded stilted, exaggerated. Something was wrong.
"I've got the new sponge," the voice said.
"Looks like a good one," Rhyme answered.
"Rhyme?" Sachs blurted. "What the hell's going on?"
"Cost seventeen dollars. It ought to be good. I'm going to turn you over."
More voices sounded through the earphone but she couldn't make them out.
Sachs and Banks were jogging along the waterfront, peering over the wharves into the gray-brown water of the Hudson. She motioned to Banks to stop, leaned away from the cramp below her breastbone, spit into the river. Tried to catch her breath.
Through the headset she heard: ". . . won't take long. You'll have to excuse us, gentlemen."
". . . we'll just wait, you don't mind."
"I do mind," Rhyme said. "Can't I get a little privacy here?"
"Rhyme, can you hear me?" Sachs called desperately. What the hell was he doing?
"Nup. No privacy for them that steal evidence."
Dellray! He was in Rhyme's room. Well, that's the end of it. The vic's as good as dead.
"I want that evidence," the agent barked.
"Well, what you're going to get is a panoramic view of a man taking a sponge bath, Dellray."
Banks started to speak but she waved him quiet.
