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"Sorry?" she asked ominously. "No more of that shit, Rhyme."
He appraised her for a minute then said, "You two'll do fine."
"We two?"
"You and Lon. Mel too of course. And Jim Polling."
"What do you mean?"
"I'm retiring."
"You're what?"
"Too taxing for the old system, I'm afraid."
"But you can't quit." She waved at the Monet poster. "Look at everything we've found about 823. We're so close."
"So you don't need me. All you need is a little luck."
"Luck? It took years to get Bundy. And what about the Zodiac killer? And the Werewolf?"
"We've got good information here. Hard information. You'll come up with some good leads. You'll nail him, Sachs. Your swan song before they lap you up into Public Affairs. I've got a feeling Unsub 823's getting cocky; they might even collar him at the church."
"You look fine," she said after a moment. Though he didn't.
Rhyme laughed. Then the smile faded. "I'm very tired. And I hurt. Hell, I think I hurt in places the docs'll say I can't hurt."
"Do what I do. Take a nap."
He tried to snort a derisive laugh but he sounded weak. She hated seeing him this way. He coughed briefly, glanced down at the nerve stimulator, and grimaced, as if he was embarrassed that he depended on the machine. "Sachs . . . I don't suppose we'll be working together again. I just wanted to say that you've got a good career ahead of you, you make the right choices."
"Well, I'll come back and see you after we snag his bad ass."
"I'd like that. I'm glad you were first officer yesterday morning. There's nobody else I'd rather've walked the grid with."
"I--"
"Lincoln," a voice said. She turned to see a man in the doorway. He looked around the room curiously, taking in all the equipment.
"Been some excitement around here, looks like."
"Doctor," Rhyme said. His face blossoming into a smile. "Please come in."
He stepped into the room. "I got Thom's message. Emergency, he said?"
"Dr. William Berger, this is Amelia Sachs."
But Sachs could see she'd already ceased to exist in Lincoln Rhyme's universe. Whatever else was left to be said--and she felt there were some things, maybe many things--would have to wait. She walked through the door. Thom, who stood in the large hallway outside, closed the door behind her and, ever proper, paused, nodding for her to precede him.
As Sachs walked out into the steamy night she heard a voice from nearby. "Excuse me."
She turned and found Dr. Peter Taylor standing by himself under a ginkgo tree. "Can I talk to you for a minute?"
Sachs followed Taylor up the sidewalk a few doors.
"Yes?" she asked. He leaned against a stone wall and gave another self-conscious swipe at his hair. Sachs recalled how many times she'd intimidated men with a single word or glance. She thought, as she often did: What a useless power beauty is.
"You're his friend, right?" the doctor asked her. "I mean, you work with him but you're a friend too."
