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Sachs looked into her purse, snapped it shut loudly. "Jesus Christ." A glance at Sellitto. "Can I collar him now?"
"No, no, I am paying back. Not thief. Here. Look, all there. Ten dollar extra even."
"Ten extra?"
"Interest, I'm saying."
"Where'd you get it?" she asked cynically. "I mean, who'd you steal this from?"
"No, no, it okay."
"Well, there's a defense for you. 'It's okay.' " Sachs sighed, took the money and handed back the questionable ten.
She then told the team what the witness--John Sung--had said. Rhyme relaxed a bit more about his decision to keep Sonny Li when he heard that Sung confirmed the information Li had given them, bolstering the Chinese cop's credibility. He was troubled, though, when Sachs mentioned John Sung's story about the captain's assessment of the Ghost.
" 'Break the cauldrons and sink the boats,' " she said, explaining the meaning of the expression.
" 'Po fu chen zhou,' " Li said, nodding grimly. "That describe Ghost good. Never relax or retreat until you win."
Sachs then began to help Mel Cooper log in the evidence from the van, cataloging it and carefully filling out chain of custody cards to show at trial that the evidence was accounted for and hadn't been tampered with. She was bagging the bloody rag she'd found in the van when Cooper looked at the sheet of newsprint on the table underneath the bag she was holding. He frowned. The tech pulled on latex gloves and extracted the bloody rag from the plastic. Using a magnifying glass, he looked it over carefully.
"This's odd, Lincoln," Cooper said.
" 'Odd'? What does odd mean? Give me details, give me anomalies. Give me specifics!"
"I missed these fragments. Look." He held the cloth over a large sheet of newsprint and caressed it carefully with a brush.
Rhyme couldn't see anything.
"Some kind of porous stone," Cooper said, leaning over the sheet with a magnifying glass. "How could I miss it?" The tech seemed disheartened.
Where had the fragments come from? Had they been embedded in a fold? What were they?
"Oh, hell," Sachs muttered, looking at her hands.
"What?" Rhyme asked.
Blushing, she held up her fingers. "That was from me. I picked it up without gloves."
"Without gloves?" Rhyme asked, an edge in his voice. This was a serious error by a crime scene tech. Apart from the fact that the rag contained blood, which might be tainted with HIV or hepatitis, she'd contaminated the evidence. As head of the forensic unit at the NYPD, Lincoln Rhyme had fired people for this type of lapse.
"I'm sorry," Sachs said. "I know what it's from. John . . . Dr. Sung was showing me this amulet he wore. It was chipped and I guess I picked at it with my nail."
"Are you sure that's it?" Rhyme demanded.
Li nodded and said, "I remember . . . Sung let children on Fuzhou Dragon play with it. Qingtian soapstone. Worth some money, I'm saying. Good luck." He added, "It was of Monkey. Very famous in China."
Eddie Deng nodded. "Sure, the Monkey King . . . He was a mythological figure. My father'd read me stories about him."
But Rhyme wasn't interested in any myths. He was trying to catch a killer and save some lives.
And trying to figure out why Sachs had made a mistake of this magnitude.
A rookie's mistake.
The mistake of someone who's distracted. And what exactly is on her mind? he wondered.
"Throw out the--" he began.
