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"Holy mother of God!" One of the troopers shone his light down on it. The other one gagged at the sight. "What the hell did you do?"
Joh
Three
NOBODY HAD EVER been any deader, or dumber, than he was right now. Joh
He could hide from these cops, maybe, but not from the Family. Not in jail, not anywhere. It was a fact of life. You didn't lose a "package" like this without becoming one yourself.
Voices came from up the slope, and then dancing flashlight beams. Joh
Oh shit, I am so dead. I am so, so dead.
"You see anything? See that little bastard? That freak?"
"Nothing yet. We'll get him. He's down here somewhere. Can't be far."
"The troopers fa
Even as he caught his breath now, the trembling only got worse, and not just because of the cops. It was because he'd started to figure out what he had to do next. Strictly speaking, there were only two real options. One involved the.38 he had holstered to his ankle. The other, the package – and who owned it. It was only a question of which way he wanted to die.
And in that cold moonlight, it didn't really seem like much of a question at all.
Moving as slowly as he could, he reached down and pulled the.38. With a badly shaking hand, he fitted the barrel in his mouth. The damn metal clacked hard against his teeth and tasted sour on his tongue. He was ashamed of the tears coming down his face, but that couldn't be helped, and who would ever know but him anyway?
Jesus, was it really going down this way? Crying like a punk, all alone in the woods? What a crummy world this was.
He could just hear the boys now. Sure wouldn't want to go out the way Joh
The whole time, Joh
He finally spit the gun barrel out, still crying like a little kid. Somehow, knowing he was going to live another day didn't do a thing to stop the tears. He just lay there, biting his lips, feeling sorry for himself, until the cops got as far as the stream at the bottom of the ravine.
Then Joh
He'd looked. He'd seen what was in "the package."
Part One. FIRESTORM
Chapter 1
I CELEBRATED MY birthday with a small, very exclusive, very festive and fun party on Fifth Street. It was just the way I wanted it.
Damon had come home from boarding school in Massachusetts as a special surprise. Nana was there, acting large and in charge of the festivities, along with my babies, Ja
Only the people I loved most in the world were invited. Who else would you want to celebrate another year older and wiser with?
I even made a little speech that night, most of which I forgot immediately, but not the opening few words. "I, Alex Cross," I began, "do solemnly promise – to all those present at this birthday party – to do my best to balance my life at home with my work life, and not to go over to the dark side ever again."
"Nana raised her coffee cup in salute, but then she said, "Too late for that," which got a laugh.
Then, to a person, everybody did their best to make sure I was aging with a little humility but also a smile on my face.
"Remember the time at Redskin stadium?" Damon cackled. "When dad locked the keys in the old car?"
I tried cutting in. "To be fair -"
"Called me out of bed past midnight," Sampson said, and growled.
"Only after he tried breaking in for an hour because he didn't want to admit he couldn't do it," Nana said.
Ja
I swigged my beer. "Brilliant career – or so they say – dozens of big cases solved, and what am I remembered for? Seems to me, someone was supposed to have a happy birthday tonight."
"Which reminds me," Nana said, somehow taking the bait and cutting me off at the same time. "We've got a piece of unfinished business here. Children?"
Ja
Another clue, if I can call it that, was the fact that Bree and I had become notorious plan cancelers, with one long weekend after another falling by the wayside since we'd met. You might think that working in the same department, same division – Homicide – would make it easier for us to coordinate our schedules, but it was just the opposite most of the time.
So I had some idea, but nothing really specific, about what might be coming.
"Alex, you stay put," said Ali. He'd started calling me Alex lately, which I thought was all right but for some reason gave Nana the creeps.
Bree said she'd keep an eye on me and stayed back while everyone else snuck off to the kitchen.
"The plot thickens," I muttered.
"Even as we speak," said Bree with a smile and a wink. "Just the way you like it."
She was on the couch, across from where I sat in one of the old club chairs. Bree always looked good, but I preferred her like this, casual and comfortable in jeans and bare feet. Her eyes started on the floor and worked their way up to mine.
"Come here often?" she asked.
"Once in a while, yeah. You?"
She sipped her beer and casually cocked her head. "Want to get out of here?"
"Sure thing." I jerked my thumb toward the kitchen door. "Just as soon as I get rid of those pesky, um -"
"Beloved family members?"
I couldn't help thinking that this birthday was getting better and better. Now I had two big surprises coming up.
Make that three.
The phone rang in the hall. It was our home line, not my cell, which everyone knew to use for work. I also had a pager up on the dresser where I could hear it. So it seemed safe to go ahead and answer. I even thought it might be some friendly soul calling to wish me a happy birthday, or at the very worst, someone trying to sell me a satellite dish.
Will I ever learn? Probably not in this lifetime.