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A moment later the screen of the computer attached to the chromatograph/spectrometer flickered and lines shaped like mountains and valleys appeared. Then a window popped up and the criminalist maneuvered closer in his wheelchair. He bumped a table and the Storm Arrow jerked to the left, jostling Rhyme. "Shit."
Ben's eyes went wide with alarm. "Are you all right, sir?"
"Yes, yes, yes," Rhyme muttered. "What's that fucking table doing there? We don't need it."
"I'll get it out of the way," Ben blurted, grabbing the heavy table with one hand as if it were made of balsa wood and stashing it in the corner. "Sorry, I should've thought of that."
Rhyme ignored the zoologist's uncomfortable contrition and scanned the screen. "Large amounts of nitrates, phosphates and ammonia."
This was very troubling but Rhyme said nothing just yet; he wanted to see what substances were in the dirt that Ben had dug out of the treads. And shortly these results too were on the screen.
Rhyme sighed. "More nitrates, more ammonia--a lot of it. High concentrations again. Also, more phosphates. Detergent too. And something else.... What the hell is that?"
"Where?" Ben asked, leaning toward the screen.
"At the bottom. The database's identified it as camphene. You ever hear of that?"
"No, sir."
"Well, Garrett walked through some of it, whatever it is." He looked at the evidence bag. "Now, what else do we have? That white tissue Sachs found...."
Ben picked up the bag, held it close to Rhyme. There was a lot of blood on the tissue. He glanced at the other tissue sample--the Kleenex that Sachs had found in Garrett's room. "They the same?"
"Look the same," Ben said. "Both white, both the same size."
Rhyme said, "Give them to Jim Bell. Tell him I want a DNA analysis. The drive-through variety."
"The, uhm ... what's that, sir?"
"The down-and-dirty DNA, the polymerase chain reaction. We don't have time for the RFLP--that's the one-in-six-billion version. I just want to know if it's Billy Stail's blood or somebody else's. Have somebody scrounge up samples from Billy Stail's body and from Mary Beth and Lydia."
"Samples? Of what?"
Rhyme forced himself once more to remain patient. "Of genetic material. Any tissue from Billy's body. For the women, getting some hair would be the easiest--as long as the bulb's attached. Have a deputy pick up a brush or comb from Mary Beth's and Lydia's bathrooms and get it over to the same lab that's running the test on the Kleenex."
The man took the bag and left the room. He returned a moment later. "They'll have it in an hour or two, sir. They're going to send it to the med center in Avery, not to the state police. Deputy Bell, I mean, Sheriff Bell, thought that would be easier."
"An hour?" Rhyme muttered, grimacing. "Way too long."
He couldn't help wondering if this delay might be just long enough to keep them from finding the Insect Boy before he killed Lydia or Mary Beth.
Ben stood with his bulky arms at his sides. "Uhm, I could call them back. I told 'em how important it was but ... Do you want me to?"
"That's okay, Ben. We'll keep going here. Thom, time for our charts."
The aide wrote on the blackboard as Rhyme dictated to him.
FOUND AT PRIMARY CRIME SCENE--BLACKWATER LANDING
Kleenex with Blood
Limestone Dust
Nitrates
Phosphate
Ammonia
