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

The two of them headed for Fishenauer's car. The Firebird was parked close to the front gate. Fishenauer had left the sports-car door unlocked.

They were inside the car in a flash.

“Very nice wheels, Bobby,” said Gary Soneji/Murphy. “Now you'll be able to buy a Lamborghini. Two or three, if you want to make a statement.” Soneji lay down across the backseat. He slid under a blanket that Fishenauer's collie usually slept on. It smelled strongly of dog.

“Now let's get out of this rattrap,” Soneji/Murphy said from the back. Robert Fishenauer started up the Firebird.

Less than a mile from the prison, they changed cars. A Bronco was parked on the street and they quickly jumped inside.

A few minutes later, they were on the highway. Light traffic, but more than enough for them to get lost in. A little less than ninety minutes later, the Bronco turned onto the overgrown driveway of the old farm in rural Maryland. During the ride, Soneji/Murphy had allowed himself the small, but exquisite, pleasure of savoring his original master plan. He loved the idea that years before, he'd actually thought to leave some sh hidden in the garage. Not the ransom money, of course. Justfor this moment in time. How prescient of him. “Are we there yet?” Gary Soneji/Murphy finally spoke up from under the blanket.

Fishenauer didn't answer right away, but Gary knew that they were there by the bumps in the road. He sat up in the cramped backseat of the Bronco. He was almost home free home. He was invincible.

“It's time to get rich,” he said and laughed out loud. “Do you plan to take off these matching cuffs at some point?”

Robert Fishenauer didn't bother to turn around. As far as he was concerned, this was still a keeper/keepee relationship. “Just as soon as I have my part of the ransom money,” he spoke out of the corner of his mouth. “Then, and only then, you're free!”

Soneji/Murphy talked to the back of Fishenauer's head. “You sure you have the keys to these cuffs, Robert?”

“Don't worry about it. You sure you know where the rest of the ransom money is hidden?”

4 'I'm sure."

Soneji/Murphy was also sure that Fishenauer had the keys on him. Gary had been extremely claustrophobic during the past hour and a half. That was one of the reasons he'd put his mind elsewhere: into his master plan. Memories of the basement back home had been flashing before him during the whole trip. He'd seen his stepmother. Seen her two spoiled bastard kids. He'd played himself as a boy again-the glorious adventure of the Bad Boy. His fantasy life had taken over for a while.

As the Bronco very slowly bumped along down memory lane, Gary Soneji/Murphy brought both his hands down over Fishenauer's head and viciously around his throat. Element of surprise in that. He forced the metal of the cuffs straight back into the prison guard's Adam's apple.

“What can I tell you, Bobby-I am a psychopathic liar, after all.”

Fishenauer began to thrash and struggle fiercely. He couldn't breathe. It was as if he were drowning.

His knees cracked up hard under the dashboard and the steering wheel. The night was filled with the loud, animalistic growls coming from both men.

Fishenauer managed to get his legs all the way over to the passenger side of the front seat. His work boot kicked the ceiling of the Bronco. His torso was twisted sideways, as if it were hinged. He gasped, and made the strangest noise. It sounded like metal burning, crackling on a stove.

Fishenauer's struggling eased off and finally stopped, except for some twitching of his limbs.

Gary was free. Just as he had known from the very beginning he would be-Gary Soneji/Murphy was on the loose again.

Along Came A Spider

CHAPTER 79

EZZIE FLANAGAN walked down the hall to room 427 inside the Marbury Hotel in Georgetown. She was feeling compulsive again. Driven. She wasn't happy about this secretive meeting and wondered what it was about. Jezzie thought that she knew, and hoped she was wrong. She wasn't wrong too often.

Jezzie rapped her knuckles against the door. She peered around behind her. It wasn't paranoia on her part. She knew half the people in Washington were busy watching the other half.

“It's open. C'mon in,” she heard from inside.

Jezzie opened the door and saw him lounging on the couch. He'd gotten a suite, which was a bad sign. He wanted to burn money.

“Suites for the sweet.” Mike Devine smiled from the couch. He was watching the Redskins on TV. Cool as could be. In a lot of ways, he reminded Jezzie of her father. Maybe that was why she"d gotten involved with him. The perversity of it had been a tum-on.

“Michael, this is very dangerous right now.” Jezzie stepped into the hotel room and shut the door. Bolted it. She made her voice seem concerned, rather than angry at him. Sweet, nice Jezzie.

“Dangerous or not, we have to talk. You know, your boyfriend came to see me recently. He was parked outside my building this morning.”

“He's not my boyfriend. I've been pumping him for information that we've needed.”

Mike Devine smiled. “You pump him, he pumps you. Is every-body happy? I'm not.”

Jezzie sat down next to Devine on the couch. He was definitely sexy and he knew it. He had Paul Newman's looks, minus the unbearably beautiful blue eyes. He also liked women, and it showed.

“I shouldn't be here, Michael. We shouldn't be together now. ” Jezzie rubbed her head against his shoulder. She gently kissed his cheek, his nose. She felt like doing anything but cuddling up with him now. But she could do it if she had to. She could do whatever it took.

"Yeah, you should be here, Jezzie. What good is all this money if we can't spend it, and we can't be together.

“I seem to remember a few days down at the lake recently. Did I imagine that?” "To hell with stolen moments. Come to Florida with me. Jezzie kissed his throat. He was clean-shaven and he always smelled nice. She unbuttoned his shirt and slid her hand in. Then she let her fingers graze the lump in his trousers. She was on automatic control now. Whatever it took.

“We might have to get rid of Alex Cross. I'm serious,” he said in a whisper. “You hear me, Jezzie?”

She knew he was testing her, trying to get a reaction. “It's a serious thing to say. Let me work on it a little. I'll find out what Alex knows. Be patient.”

"You're fucking him, Jezzie. Thait's why you're patient.

“No, I'm not.”

She was undoing his belt, being a little clumsy with her left hand. She needed to keep him in line for a while longer.

“How do I know you haven't fallen for Alex Cross?” he persisted.

“Because, Michael, I'm in love with you.” She pushed closer to Devine and held him. He was easy to fool. They all were. All she had to do now was wait out the FBI, and they were home free. Perfect. The crime of the century.

Along Came A Spider

CHAPTER 80

WAS ASLEEP when I got the call at four in the morning. A devastated Wallace Hart was on the line. He was calling from Fallston, where he had a serious problem on his hands.

An hour later I was at the prison. I was one of four privileged insiders secreted in Wallace's cramped, overheated office.

The press hadn't been told about the sensational escape yet. They had to be alerted soon-there was no getting around that. They'd have a field day with the news flash that Soneji/Murphy was back on the loose.

Wallace Hart was slumped over his paper-littered desk as if he'd been gut-shot. The others in the office were the prison warden and the prison's attorney.

“What do you know about this missing guard?” I asked, Wallace at the first opportunity. “His name's Fishenauer. Thirty-six years old. He's been at the prison eleven years with a good service record,” said Hart. "Until today, he did his job.