Patterson, James - Alex Cross 1 - Along Came A Spider

“Uhm, I'm not sure about that. Let me turn a little this way. And that way. Are you trying to shut me up, by the way?”

“Why would I want to do that? Doctor Detective?”

Along Came A Spider

CHAPTER 70

THREW MYSELF into work again. I had promised myself that I'd solve the kidnapping case somehow. The Black Knight would not be vanquished.

One miserable, cold, rainy night I trudged out by myself to see Nina Cen'sier again. The Cerisier girl was still the only person who'd actually seen Gary Soneji's 1 4accomplice." I was in the neighborhood, anyway. Right.

Why was I in the Langley Terrace projects, at night, in a cold, drizzling rain? Because I had become a nut case who couldn't get enough information about an eighteen-month-old kidnapping. Because I was a perfectionist who had been that way for at least thirty years of my life. Because I needed to know what had really happened to Maggie Rose Dunne. Because I couldn't escape the gaze of Mustaf Sanders. Because I wanted the truth about Soneji/Murphy. Or so I kept telling myself.

Glory Cerisier wasn't real happy to see me camped on her front doorstep. I'd been standing on the porch

380 for ten minutes before she finally opened the door. I'd knocked on the dented aluminum door a half-dozen times.

“Detective Cross, it's late, you know. Can't we be allowed to move on with our lives?” she asked as she finally swung open the door. “It's hard for us to forget the Sanderses. We don't need you to remind us over and over.”

“I know you don't,” I agreed with the tall, latefortyish woman eyeballing me. Almond-shaped eyes. Pretty eyes on a not-very-pretty face. “These are murder cases, though, Mrs. Cerisier, terrible murders. ”

“The killer has been caught,” she said to me. “Do you know that, Detective Cross? Have you heard? Do you read newspapers?”

I felt like crap being out there again. I believe she suspected I was crazy. She was a smart lady.

“Oh, Jesus Christ.” I shook my head and laughed out loud. “You know, you're absolutely right. I'm just fucked up. I'm sorry, I really am.”

That caught her off guard, and Glory Cerisier smiled back at me. It was a kindly, crooked-toothed grin that you see sometimes in the projects.

“Invite this poor nigger in for some coffee,” I said.

"I'm crazy, but at least I know, it. Open the door for me.It

“All right, all right. Why don't you come in then, Detective. We can talk one more time. That's it, though. ” “That's it,” I agreed with her. I had broken through by simply telling her the truth about myself.

We drank bad instant coffee in her tiny kitchen. Actu y, she loved to talk. Glory Cerisier asked me all sorts questions about the trial.

She wanted to know what it was like being on TV. Like many people, she was curious about the actress Katherine Rose. Glory Cerisier even had her own private theory about the kidnapping.

“That man didn't do it. That Gary Soneji, or Murphy, or whoever he is. Somebody set him up, you see,” she said and laughed. I suppose she thought it funny that she was, sharing her crazy ideas with a crazy D.C. policeman.

“Humor me one last time,” I said, finally getting around to what I really wanted to talk to her about. “Run me through what Nina said she saw that night. Tell me what Nina told you. As close as you remember it. ”

“Why you doin' this to yourseIP” Glory wanted to know from me first. “Why you here, ten o'clock at night?”

“I don't know why, Glory I shrugged and sipped the truly bad-tasting coffee. ”Maybe it's because I need to know why I was chosen down in Miami. I don't know for sure, but here I am."

“It's made you crazy, hasn't it? The kidnapping of those children.”

"Yes. It's made me crazy. Tell me again what Nina saw. Tell me about the man in the car with Gary Soneji.11.

“Nina, ever since she been little, she love the window seat on our stairway,” Glory began the story again. "That's Nina's window on the world, always has been.

She curl up there and read a book or just pet one of her cats. Sometimes, she just stare out at nothing. She was at the window seat when she saw that white man, Gary Soneji. We get few white men in the neighborhood. Black, some Hispanic, sometimes. So he caught her eye. The more she watched, the stranger it seemed to her. Like she told you. He was watching the Sanderses' house. Like he was spying on the house or something. And the other man, the one in the car, he was watching him watch the house."

Bingo. My tired, overloaded mind somehow managed to catch the key phrase in what she'd just said.

Glory Cerisier was all set to go on, but I stopped her. “You just said the man in the car was watching Gary Soneji. You said he was watching him.”

“I did say that, didn't I? I forgot all about it. Nina been saying the men was together. Like a salesman team or something. You know, the way they come stake out a street, sometimes. But way back, she told me the man in the car was watching the other one. I believe that what she said. I'm almost sure. Let me get Nina. I'm not so sure anymore.”

Soon, the three of us were sitting together and talking. Mrs. Cerisier helped me with Nina, and Nina finally cooperated. Yes, she was sure the man in the car had been watching Gary Soneji. The man wasn't there with Soneji. Nina Cerisier definitely remembered the man in the car watching the other man.

She didn't know whether it had been a white or a black man watching. She hadn't mentioned it before because it didn't seem important, and the police would asked even more questions. Like most kids in theast, Nina hated the police and was afraid of them. The man in the car had been watching Gary Soneji. Maybe there hadn't been an “accomplice” after all, but someone watching Gary Soneji/Murphy as he staked out potential murder victims? Who could it have been?

Along Came A Spider

CHAPTER 71

WAS ALLOWED to visit Soneji/Murphy, but only in connection with the Sanders and Turner murder in vestigations. I could see him about crimes that would probably never go to trial, but not about one that could possibly remain unsolved. So goes the tale of the red tape.

I had a friend out at Fallston, where Gary was impris oned. I'd known Wallace Hart, the chief of psychiatry at Fallston, since I'd joined the D.C. police force. Wal lace was waiting for me in the lobby of the ancient facility. “I like this kind of personal attention,” I said as

I shook his hand. "First time I've ever got any, of course.

“You're a celebrity now, Alex. I saw you on the tube. ”

Wallace is a small scholarly looking black man who wears round bottle glasses and baggy blue business suits. He reminds people of George Washington Carver,

385 aybe crossed with Woody Allen. He looks as if he black and Jewish.

“What do you think about Gary so far?” I asked Wallace as we took a prison elevator up to the maximumsecurity floor. “Model prisoner?”

“I've always had a soft spot for psychopaths, Alex. They keep shit interesting. Imagine life without the real bad guys. Very boring.”

“You're not buying the possibility of multiple personalities, I take it?”

“I think it's a possibility, but very slim. Either way, the bad boy in him is really bad. I'm surprised he got his ass in a sling, though. I'm surprised he got caught. ”

I said, “Want to hear one off-the-wall theory? Gary Murphy caught Soneji. Gary Murphy couldn't handle Soneji, so he turned him in.”

Wallace grinned at me. He had a big toothy smile for such a little face. “Alex, I do like your crazy mind. But do you really buy that? One side turning in the other?”

“Nope. I just wanted to see if you would. I'm beginning to think he's a psycho all the way. I just need to know how far all the way is. I observed a definite paranoid personality disorder when I was seeing him.”