Lincoln Rhyme, ex-head of NYPD forensics, was the nation's
foremost criminalist, the man who could work a crime scene and
come away with a perfect profile of the killer, frozen in time.
Now, Lincoln is frozen in place - permanently. An accident on the
job left him a quadriplegic who can move just one finger, a great
mind strapped to his bed, mulish and sarcastic, hiding from a
life he no longer wants to live.
Until he sees the crime-scene report about a corpse found buried
on a deserted West Side railroad track, its bloody hand rising
from the dirt. It belonged to a man who got into a cab at the
airport and never got out. Reluctantly, Lincoln Rhyme abandons
retirement to track down a killer whose ingenious clues hold the
secret to saving his victims - if Rhyme can decipher them in
time. The search leads him to the Bone Collector, whose obsession
with old New York colors every scrap of evidence he leaves for
Rhyme and his new partner, Amelia Sachs, whom he drafts as his
arms and legs. But she's never worked a crime scene in her life -
and he can only whisper in her ear as she does the exacting work
he loved more than anything else.
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