Patterson, James - Alex Cross 1 - Along Came A Spider
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“It's called post-traumatic stress syndrome,” I said to Nana. “If you're interested in the name.”
Nana smiled at my retreat into jargon. She'd seen that act before. “I would never make any judgments about what happened to you, but it's affected you since you arrived here in Washington. I also noticed that you didn't always fit in with the crowd. Not the way some kids do. You played sports, and you shoplifted with your friend Sampson, and you were always tough. But you read books, and you were moderately sensitive. You follow me? Maybe you got tough on the outside, but not on the inside.”
I didn't always buy into Nana's conclusions anymore, but her raw observations were still pretty good. I hadn't exactly fit in as a boy in Southeast D.C., but I knew I'd gotten a lot better at it. I was accepted okay now. Detective/Doctor Cross.
“I didn't want to hurt you, or disappoint you with this. ” I returned to the subject of the tabloid story.
“I'm not disappointed in you,” my grandmother said to me. “You are my pride, Alex. You bring me tremendous happiness almost every day of my life. When I see you with the kids, and see the work you do here in this neighborhood, and know that you still care enough to humor an old woman-”
“That last one is a chore,” I told her. “About the so-called news story, though. It's going to be impossible for a week or so. Then nobody will care very much.”
Nana shook her head. Her little white helmet of hair turned neatly in place. “No. People will care. Some people will remember this for the rest of your life. What's that saying? 'If you can't do the time, don't do the crime.' ”
I asked her, “What was the crime?”
Nana used the back of her knife to clear away toast crumbs. “You'll have to tell me that yourself. -Why are you and Jezzie Flanagan sneaking around if everything is aboveboard? If you love her, you love her. Do you love her, Alex?”
I didn't answer Nana right away. Of course I loved
Jezzie. But how much? And where was it going? Did it have to be going somewhere?
“I don't know for sure, at least not in the way I think you're asking the question,” I finally said. “That's what we're trying to find out now. We both know the consequences of what we're doing.”
“If you love her for sure, Alex,” my grandmother said to me, “then I love her. I love you, Alex. You just paint on a very large canvas. Sometimes you're too bright for your own good. And you can be very peculiar-by the ways of the white world.” “And that's why you like me so much,” I said to her. She said, “ It's just one of the reasons, sonny boy.” My grandmother and I held each other for a long 1. moment at the breakfast table that morning. I am big and strong; Nana is tiny, frail, but just as strong. It i i seemed like old times, in the sense that you never really i grow up completely, not around your parents or grandparents. Not around Nana Mama, certainly. “Thank you, old woman,” I said to her. “And proud of it.” As usual, she had the last word.
I called Jezzie a few times that morning, but she wasn't home, or she wasn't answering her phone. Her answering machine wasn't on, either. I thought about our night in Arlington. She'd been so wired. Even before the National Star had arrived on the scene.
I thought about driving over to her apartment, but I changed my mind. We didn't need any more tabloid photographs or news stories while the trial was winding down.
Nobody said much to me at work that day. If I'd had any doubts before, that showed me how serious the damage was. I'd taken a hit, all right.
I went to my office and sat there all alone with a container of black coffee and stared at the four walls. They were covered with “clues” from the kidnapping. I was starting to feel guilty, and rebellious, and angry. I wanted to punch glass, which I'd actually done once or twice after Maria was shot.
I was at my govemment-issue, gunmetal desk, facing away from the door. I'd been staring at my work schedule for the week, but I wasn't really seeing anything written on the sheet.
“You're in this one all alone, motherfucker,” I heard Sampson say at my back. “You're all by your lonesome this time. You are meat cooked on a barbecue spit.”
“Don't you think you're understating things a little?” I said without turning to him.
“I figured you'd talk when you wanted to talk about i It,” Sampson said. “You knew that I knew about the two of you.”
A couple of coffee-cup rings on the work schedules held my eye. The Browning effect? What the hell was that? My memory and everything else were deserting me lately. I finally turned around and faced him. He was decked out in leather pants, an old Kangol hat, a black nylon vest. His dark glasses were an effective mask. Actually, he was trying to be charming and softhearted.
“What do you figure is going on now?” I asked him. “What are they saying?” “Nobody's real happy about the way the holy-shit case has gone down. Not enough 'attaboys' down from upstairs. I guess they're lining up potential sacrificial lambs. You're one of them for sure. ”
“And Jezzie?” I asked. But I already knew the answer.
“ She's one, too. Associating with known Negroes,” Sampson said. “I take it you haven't heard the news?”
“Heard what news?”
Sampson let out a short burst of breadi, then he gave me the latest hot-breaking story.
"She took a leave of absence, or maybe she left the Service altogether. Happened about an hour ago, Alex. Nobody knows for sure if she jumped or was pushed.
I called Jezzie's office immediately. The secretary said that she was “gone for the day.” I called Jezzie's apartment. No answer there.
I drove to her apartment, breaking a couple of speeding laws on the way. Derek McGinty was talking over WAMU radio. I like the sound of Derek's voice even if I'm not listening to the words.
Nobody was home at Jezzie's. At least no photographers were lurking around. I thought about driving down to her lake cottage. I called North Carolina from a r)av phone down the street. The local operator told me the number had been disconnected.
“How recently was that?” I asked with surprise in my voice. “I called that number last night.”
“Just this morning,” the operator told me. "The local number was disconnected this very morning.
Jezzie had disappeared.
Along Came A Spider
CHAPTER 66
HE VERDICT in the Soneji/Murphy trial was coming down soon.
The jury went out on the eleventh of November. They returned after three days, amid nonstop rumors that they had been unable to decide either the guilt, or the innocence, of the defendant. The whole world seemed to be waiting.
Sampson picked me up that morning and we rode to the courthouse together. The weather had turned warin, after a brief cool spell that foreshadowed winter.
As we approached Indiana Avenue, I thought about Jezzie. I hadn't seen her in over a week. I wondered if she would show up in court for the verdict. She'd called me. She told me she was down in North Carolina. That was all she'd really said. I was a loner again, and I didn't like it.
I didn't see Jezzie outside the courthouse, but Anthony Nathan was climbing out of a silver Mercedes stretch. This was his big moment. Reporters climbed all
361 over Nathan. They were like city birds on stale bread crumbs. The TV and print people tried to grab a little piece of me and Sampson before we could escape up the courthouse steps. Neither of us was too excited about being interviewed again.
“Dr. Cross! Dr. Cross, please,” one of them called out. I recognized the shrill voice. It belonged to a local TV news anchorwoman.
We had to stop. They were behind us, and up ahead. Sampson hummed a little Martha and the Vandellas, “Nowhere to Run.”
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