The Skin Collector(Lincoln Rhyme)

Chapter 43





Lincoln Rhyme observed that he’d have no problems getting in to the critical care unit of Hunter University Medical Center, where Lon Sellitto had been admitted not long before. The place was, of course, fully disabled accessible. Houses of healing are made for wheels as much as feet.

‘Oh, Lincoln, Amelia.’ Rachel Parker, Sellitto’s partner of many years, rose and gripped Rhyme’s hand and then hugged Sachs. She turned to Thom and threw her arms around him too.

The handsome, solid woman, whose face was red from crying, sat back down in one of the orange Fiberglas chairs in the scuffed room. Two vending machines, one of soda, the other full of sugary or salty treats in crisp cellophane bags, were the only decorations.

‘How is he?’ Sachs asked.

‘They don’t know yet. They don’t know anything.’ Rachel wiped more tears. ‘He came home. He said he had the flu and just wanted to lie down for a bit. When I was leaving for my shift he didn’t look good. I left but then I thought, no, no, he doesn’t have the flu. It’s something else.’ Rachel was a nurse and had worked trauma rooms for some years. ‘I came back and found him convulsing and vomiting. I cleared an airway and called nine one one. The medic said it seemed to be poisoning. What had he eaten or had to drink recently? They thought it was food poisoning. But no way. You should’ve seen him.’

‘Sachs, show your shield. Tell somebody that Lon was running a case involving water hemlock, tetrodotoxin, concentrated nicotine and a plant that contains atropine, hyoscyamine and scopolamine. Oh, and hypochlorous acid. That might help them.’

She scribbled this down and walked to the nurses’ station, relayed the information and then returned.

‘Was he attacked? Tattooed?’ Rhyme asked. Then explained about the unsub’s MO.

‘No. He must’ve ingested it,’ said Rachel. She straightened her mass of brown hair, laced with gray strands. ‘On the way to the hospital he came to briefly. He was pretty disoriented but he looked at me and seemed to recognize me. His eyes, they kept flipping into and out of focus. The pain was terrible! I think he broke a tooth, his jaw was pressed so tight together.’ A sigh. ‘He said a couple of things. First, that he’d had a bagel with some salmon, cream cheese. At a deli in Manhattan, downtown.’

‘Unlikely to get any poison into his food in a public facility,’ Rhyme said.

‘I thought that too. But he said something else.’

‘What was that?’ Sachs asked.

‘He said your name, Amelia. And then “coffee”. Or “the coffee”. Does that mean anything?’

‘Coffee.’ Sachs grimaced. ‘It sure does. At the Belvedere scene there was a fireman walking around with cartons of coffee. He offered some to both of us. Lon took one. I didn’t.’

‘Fireman?’ Rhyme asked.

‘No,’ Sachs said grimly. ‘It was Eleven-Five, wearing a fireman’s uniform. Goddamn it! He was right in front of us. Of course that’s who it was. I remember he was wearing gloves when he passed out the coffee. Jesus. He was two feet away from me. And had a bio mask on. Naturally.’

‘Excuse me.’ A voice behind them.

The doctor was a slight East Indian with a powdery complexion and busy fingers. He blinked when he noted the pistol on Sachs’s right hip then relaxed, seeing the gold shield on the left. Rhyme’s wheelchair received a fast, uninterested glance.

‘Mrs Sellitto?’

Rachel stepped forward. ‘It’s Parker. Ms. I’m Lon’s partner.’

‘I’m Shree Harandi. The chief toxicologist here.’

‘How is he? Please?’

‘Yes, well, he is stable. But his condition is not good, I must tell you. The substance he ingested was arsenic.’

Rachel’s face filled with dismay. Sachs put her arm around the woman.

Arsenic was an element, a metalloid, which meant it had characteristics of metals and non-metals, like antimony and boron. And it was, of course, extremely toxic. Rhyme reflected that the unsub had moved beyond plant-based toxins to a different category altogether – elemental poisons were no more dangerous but they were easier to come by since they had commercial uses and could simply be purchased in lethal strengths; you didn’t need to extract and concentrate them.

‘I see there are police here.’ Now he glanced at the wheelchair with more understanding. ‘Ah, I’ve heard about you. You are Mr Rhymes.’

‘Rhyme.’

‘And I know Mr Sellitto is a police officer too. You gave me the information about the possible poisons?’

‘That’s right,’ Sachs said.

‘Thank you for that but we determined arsenic quickly. Now, I must tell you. His condition is critical. The dose of the substance was high. The organs affected are the lungs, kidneys, liver and skin and he’s already had changes in fingernail pigmentation known as leukonychia striata. That is not a good sign.’

‘Inorganic arsenite?’ Rhyme asked.

‘Yes.’

Arsenic (III) is the most dangerous of all types of the toxin. Rhyme was quite familiar with the toxin. He’d run two cases in which it had been used as a murder weapon – in both cases spouses (one husband, one wife) had dispatched their partners with the substance.

Three other cases he’d run of suspected arsenic poisoning had turned out to be accidental. The toxin occurs naturally in groundwater, particularly where fracking – high-pressure geologic fracturing to extract oil and gas – has occurred.


In fact, throughout history, for every intentional victim of arsenic poisoning – like Francesco I de’ Medici, Grand Duke of Tuscany – there were many more accidental victims: Napoleon Bonaparte, possibly done in by the wallpaper of the rooms to which he’d been exiled on St Helena; Simón Bolívar (the water in South America); and the American ambassador to Italy in the 1950s (flaking paint in her residence). It was also possible that the madness of King George was due to the metalloid.

‘Can we see him?’ Sachs asked.

‘I’m afraid not. He’s unconscious. But a nurse will call you when he comes to.’

Rhyme noted and, for Rachel’s sake, appreciated the conjunction.

When, not if.

The doctor shook hands. ‘You believe someone actually did this intentionally?’

‘That’s right.’

‘Oh, my.’

His mobile rang and without a word he turned away to answer.