The Empty Chair

might need you. Most aides don’t last more than a few days.”
    The case against Amelia Sachs was bad. Ballistics tests had proved that the bullet that killed Jesse Corn had come from her gun and, though Ned Spoto was dead, Lucy Kerr had given a statement describing what Ned had told her about the incident. Bryan McGuire had already announced that he was going for the death penalty. Good-natured Jesse Corn had been a popular figure around town and, since he’d died trying to arrest the Insect Boy, there was considerable outcry for making this a capital case.
    Jim Bell and the state police had looked into why Culbeau and his friends would attack Rhyme and the deputies. An investigator from Raleigh had found tens of thousands of dollars in cash hidden in their houses. “More than moonshine money,” the detective had said. Then echoed Mary Beth’s thought: “That cabin must’ve been near a marijuana farm—those three were probably working it with the men who attacked Mary Beth. Garrett must’ve stumbled on their operation.”
    Now, a day after the terrible events at the ’shiners’ cabin, Rhyme sat in the Storm Arrow—drivable despite the stigmata of a bullet hole—in the improvised lab, waiting for the new aide to arrive. Morose, he was brooding about Sachs’s fate when a shadow appeared in the doorway.
    He looked up and saw Mary Beth McConnell. She stepped into the room. “Mr. Rhyme.”
    He noted how pretty she was, what confident eyes she had, what a ready smile. He understood how Garrett could have become ensnared by her. “How’s your head?” Nodding at the bandage on her temple.
    “I’ll have a pretty spectacular scar. Won’t be wearing my hair pulled back too much, I don’t think. But no serious damage.”
    Like everyone else, Rhyme had been relieved to learn that Garrett hadn’t in fact raped Mary Beth. He’d beentelling the truth about the bloody tissue: Garrett had startled her in the root cellar of the cabin and she’d stood quickly, hitting her head on a low beam. He’d been visibly aroused, true, but that was due only to a sixteen-year-old’s hormones, and Garrett hadn’t touched her other than to carry her carefully upstairs, clean the wound and bandage it. He’d apologized profusely that she’d been hurt.
    The girl now said to Rhyme, “I just wanted to say thank you. I don’t know what I would’ve done if it hadn’t been for you. I’m sorry about your friend, that policewoman. But if it wasn’t for her I’d be dead now. I’m sure of it. Those men were going to . . . well, you can figure that out. Thank her for me.”
    “I will,” Rhyme told her. “Would you mind answering something?”
    “What?”
    “I know you gave a statement to Jim Bell but I only know what happened at Blackwater Landing from the evidence. And some of that wasn’t clear. Could you tell me?”
    “Sure. . . . I was down by the river, dusting off some of the relics I’d found, and I looked up and there was Garrett. I was upset. I didn’t want to be bothered. Whenever he saw me he just came right up and started talking like we were best friends.
    “That morning he was agitated. He was saying things like ‘You shouldn’t’ve come here by yourself, it’s dangerous, people die in Blackwater Landing.’ That sort of thing. He was freaking me out. I told him to leave me alone. I had work to do. He grabbed my hand and tried to make me leave. Then Billy Stail comes out of the woods and he goes, ‘You son of a bitch,’ or something, and he starts to hit Garrett with a shovel but he got it away from Billy and killed him. Then he grabbed me again and made me get into this boat and brought me to the cabin.”
    “How long had Garrett been stalking you?”
    Mary Beth laughed. “Stalking? No, no. You’ve been talking to my mother, I’ll bet. I was downtown about six months ago and some of the kids from his school were picking on him. I scared them off. That made me his girlfriend, I guess. He followed me around a lot but that was all. Admired me from afar, that sort of thing. I was sure he was harmless.” Her smile faded. “Until the other day.” Mary Beth glanced at her watch. “I should go. But I wanted to ask you—the other reason I came by—if you don’t need them anymore for evidence would it be okay if I took the rest of the bones?”
    Rhyme, whose eyes were now gazing out his window as thoughts of Amelia Sachs slipped back into his mind, turned slowly to Mary Beth.
    “What