The Bone Collector Page #2

- Checkyour batteries.

It's defi nitely a ransom.

Excuse me, Mr. Rhyme,

Kenneth Solomon.

I've read all your books--

Scene ofthe Crime...

at least a dozen times.

It's great to actually meetyou.

- Where doyou fi nd these guys?

- Theywanna workwith the best.

I guess nowyou're gonna ask me to

discuss the crime scene with you, huh?

In fact, we got a bunch

ofphysical evidence...

that doesn't exactly make sense.

Some seriouslyweird stuff.

It's in the report.

You okay?

- You okay?

- Out! Now!

- Anything we can do?

- Asses outta here now!

We're gonna getyou some air.

Come on, breathe for me, Linc.

I said, out!

Come on, deep breaths.

Deep breaths, come on.

Deep breaths. I'm getting a B.P. on you.

Come on now, breathe.

Look at me. Breathe.

Look at me. Deep breaths.

Come on, come on.

You've got to take this oxygen.

Come on, Rhyme,

staywith me.

Come on, you can do it.

Don't go out on me now.

Come on, look at me.

You okay?

I would be okay ifyour powers

ofresuscitation were less adept.

Not on my shift, all right.

Ifyou have a problem with that,

youjust fi re my ass.

You know I provide generously foryou

in mywill. Keep that in mind.

Rhyme, I'm not interested

in having this conversation. Okay?

Okay.

Crime scene report Sellitto left--

would you load those photos

in the viewer for me?

View scan.

Okay, let's take a look

at what we got here.

Where it says location--

Now, what's that?

What's it say about that newspaper?

''Newspaper found beneath a coarse-thread

hex bolt with 4:
00 p.m. circled on it.''

Zoom.

What about the little piece ofpaper?

What's the number on it?

- Torn book page with 1 1 9 on it.

- 1 1 9, 4:
00 p.m.

- What's today's date?

- Today's November 9.

Phone mode. Sellitto, Paulie.

Call.

What?

Sad fact is, a huge percentage

ofinner-city kids...

are having their fi rst drug experiences

at the fifth grade level.

Now, here are some ofthe drugs

they'll most likely be offered.

Marijuana.

Wouldn'tyou like to getyour hands

on that briefcase?

Barbiturates, amphetamines.

Cocaine.

Rock cocaine.

- What is this about?

- Doyou know who Lincoln Rhyme is?

- Textbook guy?

- Yeah.

- What does that have to do with me?

- You'll fi nd out.

Come on in.

They're right in there.

A patrol cop took these pictures?

Yeah, fi rst one on the scene.

It started to rain.

Smart guy.

Also had the balls to stop an Amtrak

from running over the crime scene.

Here she is now.

Officer Donahoe...

meet Lincoln Rhyme.

Donaghy.

You took some terrific

photographs, Officer.

- You know who I am?

- I read your manual at the academy.

- What'd you think ofit?

- I'm not a book critic, sir.

- Butyou found it useful?

- Yeah, I guess so.

Guess so? Sure, you did.

You stopped that train.

Photos you took.

I'd sayyou have a natural instinct

for forensics.

So what do we got, Paulie?

We have footprints, size ten,

thanks to Officer Donaghy...

using a dollar bill

to establish scale.

We have asbestos on the track bed

where there shouldn't be any...

and an iron bolt holding down

a piece ofpaper...

with a book page with 1 1 9

written on it.

Decaying oxidation on the bolt's head,

but not on the thread...

which says to me that someone

removed it from somewhere else...

and placed it there recently.

Wouldn'tyou agree, Officer?

Paulie, I'm convinced

that this crime scene was staged.

- Perp's trying to tell us something.

- What the fuckyou saying?

Book page 1 1 9.

- Newspaper, 4:
00 p.m. What time is it?

- 1 2:
1 5.

She's alive.

- And he's gonna kill her at 4:00.

- P.m.

We haveyour interestyet, Officer?

- I wantyou to work the case with us.

- It's not my area.

Areyou being modest...

or areyou a little uneasy

about doing some real police work?

- Excuse me?

- What departmentyou work in, Officer?

Youth Services Division.

I picked her up at orientation.

I see, youth services.

I waited over a year to get that

transfer. I'm not gonnajeopardize--

Jeopardize what? Cushy deskjob?

- Forensics is not my area.

- I disagree with you.

You can't force me

to take this assignment.

I can.

- And ifI refuse?

- You'd putyour career at risk.

You think, because ofyour condition,

you can push people around?

I'm sorry.

That is truly pathetic.

- Truly?

- Yeah, damn right.

Well, forgive me, truly...

ifI insist on having someone with

your brains and a fresh pair ofeyes.

There's a life

at stake here, Officer.

We're gonna need some key people

and tech support.

- I know the guy.

- Okay.

What the hell areyou smiling at?

Pull up a chair. Tell me everything

you know about the crime scene.

- You saw my report.

- I read your report.

I wanna know whatyou felt.

Whatyou feel...

in the deepest recesses

ofyour senses.

You are in love with the sound

ofyour own voice, aren'tyou?

It's yourvoice I yearn to hear.

Pull up a chair. I won't biteyou.

The rifling on the .38 slug

they dug out ofthe victim...

is consistent with a Webley, a very

old, turn-of-the-century handgun.

Thankyou, Kenny.

On the big board, please.

- What doyou got on that bolt?

- Three initials on the head: N.S.G.

And the bolt's not steel,

it's iron.

Iron? Iron.

Making it old-- like the Webley.

Officer Donaghy,

what doyou know about asbestos?

- It kills hard-working Americans daily.

- Very good.

- You computer literate?

- A little.

- Where's myThelma?

- Guess.

Thelma, meet Amelia.

Amelia, Thelma.

Amelia hates my books and computers, but

she's got an A-plus nose for evidence...

so I wantyou to give her a crash course

in how to access D.E.P. fi les.

Check ifthere's any large asbestos

cleanups going on in the city.

A.S.A.P.

- Where the hell is Eddie Ortiz?

- I'm right here!

How's the world's

crankiest criminalist doing?

Playing beat the clock.

Everybody's worst nightmare.

You get into a cab, and there's

a psycho fromJersey driving.

We don't know he's fromJersey.

Yeah, Bayonne. It's the toxins

in the water over there.

- What'd you do, bring the whole lab?

- Mama always said be prepared.

- Where doyou want this?

-Just put it in the corner.

How is your mother?

She's 76, and she's schtupping some guy

named Morris. Can you believe it?

- God bless her.

- It's Morris I'm worried about.

He's 79, with a tricky ticker

and an active pecker.

Afternoon.

Captain Cheney.

What's your address?

There's about a dozen cleanups

scattered across the five boroughs.

Put it up on the viewer for me,

will you, please?

Narrow it down to the oldest location

as soon as you can.

- Howyou doing, Howard?

- Fine, thankyou.

- How's it going?

- Middle ofthe middle, as you can see.

Hey, Linc, lookwhat I found

on the threading ofthat iron bolt.

Look, I was hoping

to grab a minute with you.

- Ifyou don't mind.

- Excuse me, Howard.

Sorry.

We got Officer Donaghy to thank here

for photographing the crucial evidence.

Crucial evidence?

We don't know that.

I just stopped by to make sure

you had all the supportyou need.

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