minds, which most people don’t believe in anyway, isn’t natural. But if I say part of a trick is for me to whisper a word so that nobody else can hear. . .” She leaned closer to Sachs’s ear, with her right hand over her own mouth. “See, that’s a natural gesture.”
“You missed the other earring,” Sachs said, laughing; she’d lifted a protective hand to her ear when Kara had stepped close.
“But I vanished your necklace. It’s gone.”
Even Rhyme couldn’t help but be impressed—and amused, watching Sachs touch her neck and chest, smiling but troubled to keep losing accessories. Sellitto laughed like a little kid and Mel Cooper gave up on the evidence to watch the show. The policewoman looked around her for the jewelry and then at Kara, who offered her empty right hand. “Vanished,” she repeated.
“But,” Rhyme said suspiciously, “I do notice that your left hand’s in a fist behind your back. Which is, by the way, a rather unnatural gesture. So I assume the necklace is there.”
“Ah, you’re good,” Kara said. Then laughed. “But not at catching moves, I’m afraid.” She opened her left hand and it too was empty.
Rhyme scowled.
“Keeping my left fist closed and out of sight? Well, that was the most important misdirection of all. I did that because I knew you’d spot it and it would focus your attention on my left hand. We call it ‘forcing.’ I forced you to think you’d figured out my method. And as soon as you did that your mind snapped shut and you stopped considering any other explanations forwhat had happened. And when you—and everybody else—were staring at my left hand, that gave me the chance to slip the necklace into Amelia’s pocket.”
Sachs reached inside and pulled the chain out.
Cooper applauded. Rhyme gave a grudging but impressed grunt.
Kara nodded toward the evidence board. “So, that’s what he’s going to do, this killer. Misdirection. You’ll think you’ve figured out what he’s up to but that’s part of his plan. Just like I did, he’ll use your suspicions—and your intelligence—against you. In fact, he needs your suspicions and intelligence for his tricks to work. Mr. Balzac says that the best illusionists’ll rig the trick so well that they’ll point directly at their method, directly at what they’re really going to do. But you won’t believe them. You’ll look in the opposite direction. When that happens, you’ve had it. You’ve lost and they’ve won.” The reference to her mentor seemed to upset her and she glanced at the clock and offered a faint grimace. “I really have to get back now. I’ve been away too long.”
Sachs thanked her, and Sellitto said, “I’ll get a car to take you back to the store.”
“Well, near the store. I don’t want him to know where I’ve been. . . . Oh, one thing you might want to do? There’s a circus in town. The Cirque Fantastique. I know they have a quick-change act. You might want to check it out.”
Sachs nodded. “They’re setting up right across the street in Central Park.”
The park was often the site for large-scale outdoor concerts and other shows during the spring and summer. Rhyme and Sachs had once “attended” a Paul Simonconcert by sitting in front of the criminalist’s open bedroom windows.
Rhyme scoffed. “Oh, that’s who was rehearsing that god-awful music all night.”
“You don’t like the circus?” Sellitto asked.
“Of course I don’t like the circus,” he snapped. “Who does? Bad food, clowns, acrobats threatening to die in front of your children. . . . But”—he turned to Kara—“it’s a good suggestion. Thanks. . . . Even though one of us should’ve thought of it before,” he said caustically, looking over the others on the team.
Rhyme watched her sling an ugly black-and-white purse over her shoulder. Escaping from him, fleeing into the crip-free world, taking the Look and the Smile with her.
Don’t worry. You can give the
“You missed the other earring,” Sachs said, laughing; she’d lifted a protective hand to her ear when Kara had stepped close.
“But I vanished your necklace. It’s gone.”
Even Rhyme couldn’t help but be impressed—and amused, watching Sachs touch her neck and chest, smiling but troubled to keep losing accessories. Sellitto laughed like a little kid and Mel Cooper gave up on the evidence to watch the show. The policewoman looked around her for the jewelry and then at Kara, who offered her empty right hand. “Vanished,” she repeated.
“But,” Rhyme said suspiciously, “I do notice that your left hand’s in a fist behind your back. Which is, by the way, a rather unnatural gesture. So I assume the necklace is there.”
“Ah, you’re good,” Kara said. Then laughed. “But not at catching moves, I’m afraid.” She opened her left hand and it too was empty.
Rhyme scowled.
“Keeping my left fist closed and out of sight? Well, that was the most important misdirection of all. I did that because I knew you’d spot it and it would focus your attention on my left hand. We call it ‘forcing.’ I forced you to think you’d figured out my method. And as soon as you did that your mind snapped shut and you stopped considering any other explanations forwhat had happened. And when you—and everybody else—were staring at my left hand, that gave me the chance to slip the necklace into Amelia’s pocket.”
Sachs reached inside and pulled the chain out.
Cooper applauded. Rhyme gave a grudging but impressed grunt.
Kara nodded toward the evidence board. “So, that’s what he’s going to do, this killer. Misdirection. You’ll think you’ve figured out what he’s up to but that’s part of his plan. Just like I did, he’ll use your suspicions—and your intelligence—against you. In fact, he needs your suspicions and intelligence for his tricks to work. Mr. Balzac says that the best illusionists’ll rig the trick so well that they’ll point directly at their method, directly at what they’re really going to do. But you won’t believe them. You’ll look in the opposite direction. When that happens, you’ve had it. You’ve lost and they’ve won.” The reference to her mentor seemed to upset her and she glanced at the clock and offered a faint grimace. “I really have to get back now. I’ve been away too long.”
Sachs thanked her, and Sellitto said, “I’ll get a car to take you back to the store.”
“Well, near the store. I don’t want him to know where I’ve been. . . . Oh, one thing you might want to do? There’s a circus in town. The Cirque Fantastique. I know they have a quick-change act. You might want to check it out.”
Sachs nodded. “They’re setting up right across the street in Central Park.”
The park was often the site for large-scale outdoor concerts and other shows during the spring and summer. Rhyme and Sachs had once “attended” a Paul Simonconcert by sitting in front of the criminalist’s open bedroom windows.
Rhyme scoffed. “Oh, that’s who was rehearsing that god-awful music all night.”
“You don’t like the circus?” Sellitto asked.
“Of course I don’t like the circus,” he snapped. “Who does? Bad food, clowns, acrobats threatening to die in front of your children. . . . But”—he turned to Kara—“it’s a good suggestion. Thanks. . . . Even though one of us should’ve thought of it before,” he said caustically, looking over the others on the team.
Rhyme watched her sling an ugly black-and-white purse over her shoulder. Escaping from him, fleeing into the crip-free world, taking the Look and the Smile with her.
Don’t worry. You can give the
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