Patterson, James - Alex Cross 1 - Along Came A Spider
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“Are you saying the world isn't ready for us?” I asked her. “Or aren't we ready for the world?”
“I don't know which of those is fight. Does it matter that it's just so hard?”
We walked along the beach after dinner, down toward a ship-wrecked galleon. The picturesque wreck was about a quarter of a mile from the main pavilion restaurant. The beach appeared to be deserted.
There was some moonlight, but it got darker as we approached the fallen ship. Shredded pieces of clouds streamed across the sky. Finally, Jezzie was little more than a dark shape beside me. Everything about the moment made me extremely uncomfortable. I had left my gun in the room.
“Alex. ” Jezzie had stopped walking. At first, I thought she'd heard something, and I looked over my shoulder. I knew Soneji/Murphy couldn't be down here. Was it possible I could be wrong?
“I was wondering,” Jezzie said, “thinking about something from the investigation, and I don't want to. Not down here.”
“What's bothering you?” I asked her.
“You stopped talking to me about the investigation. How did you wind up with Chakely and Devine?”
“Well, since you brought the subject up,” I said to her, “I'll tell you. You were right all the time about the two of them. Another stone-cold dead end. Now. Let's have a real vacation. We've both earned it.”
Along Came A Spider
CHAPTER 83
TARY SONIFJI/MURPHY watched, and his mind wan dered. His mind traveled all the way back to the rfect Lindbergh kidnapping.
He could still picture Lucky Lindy. The lovely Anne Morrow Lindbergh. Baby Charles Jr. in his crib, up in the second-story nursery of the farmhouse in Hopewell, New Jersey. Those were the days, my friends. Fantasy days at their best.
What was he actually watching in the much more banal here and now?
First, there, was the pair of FBI goonigans in a black Buick Skylark. A male and a female goonie, to be precise, who were on stakeout duty. They were certainly hannless enough. No problem for him there. No challenge whatsoever.
Next, there was the modern high-rise building where agent Mike Devine still lived in Washington. The Hawthome, it was called. After Nathaniel, of the dark, brooding heart? Rooftop pool and sun deck, garage
455 parking, concierge service around the clock. Very nice digs for the ex-agent. And the FBI goons were watching the building as if it might sprout wings and fly away.
A few minutes past ten o'clock that morning, a Federal Express deliveryman entered the chichi apartment building.
Moments later, dressed in the Federal Express uniform and carrying actual packages for two tenants in the Hawthorne, Gary Soneji/Murphy pushed the buzzer for 17J. Avon calling!
When Mike Devine opened the door, Soneji sprayed him with the same strong chloroform potion he'd used on Michael Goldberg and Maggie IZose Dunne. Fair is fair.
Just like the two children, Devine crumpled onto the wall-to-wall carpeting in his foyer. Rock music played from inside the apartment. The inimitable Bonnie Raitt. “Let's Give Them Something to Talk About.”
Agent Devine woke up after several minutes. He was woozy and had double vision. All of his clothes had been stripped off. He was totally confused and disoriented.
He was propped up in the bathtub, with cold water halfway to the fim. His ankles were handcuffed to the faucet handles.
“What the fuck is this?” His first words came out slurred and sloppy. He felt as if he'd had about a dozen highballs.
“This is an extremely sharp knife.” Gary Soneji/ Murphy bent over and showed off his Bowie hunting knife. “Watch this graphic demonstration. Focus those big blurry blue eyes of yours now. Fo-cus, Michael.”
Gary Soneji/Murphy barely nicked the former agent's upper arm with the knife. Devine cried out. A dangerouslooking three-inch cut opened up instantly. Blood flowed into the cold, swirling bathwater.
“Not another peep,” Soneji warned. He brandished the knife, threatening Devine with another nick. “This isn't exactly the Sensor razor from Gillette or the Schick Tracer. More like scratch and bleed. So please, be careful. ”
“Who are you?” Devine attempted to speak again. He was still slurring badly. “Whoreyou?” he said.
“Please allow me to introduce myself, I am a man of wealth and taste,” Soneji said. All right, yes, he was giddy with success. The prospects for his future were shining so bright again.
Devine was even more confused now.
"That's from 'Sympathy for the Devil.' The Stones? I'm Gary Soneji/Murphy. Excuse the tacky deliveryboy uniform, the rather crude disguise. But I'm in sort of a hurry, don't you know. It's a pity, because I've been wanting to meet you for months. You rascal, you.
“What the hell do you want?” Devine struggled to maintain some of his authority, in spite of the very dicey circumstances.
“Cut to the chase, hmmmm. Okay, good. Because I am seriously rushed. Now. You have two very clear choices. ONE-I'll have to cut off your penis here and now, put it in your mouth as a convenient gag, and then torture you with little flesh cuts, hundreds of cuts, starting with the face and neck, until you tell me what I need to know. All fight so far? Am I being clear? repeat-choice number one: painful torture leading vitably to exsanguination. ”
Devine's head involuntarily leaned back away from the looming madman. His vision was clearing, unfortunately. His eyes, in fact, were wide open. Gary Soneji/ Murphy? In his apartment? With a hunting knife?
“SECOND OP'FION,” the madman continued to rant in his face. “I am going to get the truth from you right now. Then I'll go get my money, wherever you've stashed it. I'll come back and kill you, but nicely-no theatrics. Who knows, you might even manage to escape while I'm gone. That's doubtful, but hope springs eternal. I have to tell you, Michael, that's the option I'd choose. ”
Mike Devine was clearheaded enough to make the correct choice, too. He told Soneji/Murphy where his share of the ransom money was. It was fight there in Washington. Gary Soneji/Murphy believed him, but then, who could really tell about these things. He was dealing with a police officer, after all.
Gary paused at the apartment door on his way out. In his best Arnold Schwarzenegger/Tenninator voice, he said, “I'll be back!”
Actually, he was feeling exceptionally good about things today. He was solving the goddamned kidnapping himself. He was playing policeman, and it was kind of neat. The plan was going to work. Just like he'd always known it would.
Cool beans.
Along Came A Spider
CHAPTER 84
SLEPT RESTLESSLY, waking just about every hour on the hour. There was no piano to go pound out on the porch. No Jannie and Damon to go wake. Only the murderer peacefully sleeping at my side. Only the plan I was there to execute.
When the sun finally rose, the hotel kitchen staff fixed us a fancy box lunch to go. They packed a wicker basket with fine wines, French bottled water, expensive gourmet goodies. There were also snorkeling gear, fluffy towels, a striped yellow-and-white beach umbrella.
Everything was already loaded onto a speedboat when we arrived on the dock, at just past eight. It took the boat about thirty minutes to get to our island-a beautiful, secluded spot. Paradise regained.
We would be out there alone all day. Other couples from the hotel had their own private islands to visit. A coral reef encircled our beach, stretching out about seventy to a hundred yards from shore.
The water was the clearest bottle green. When I looked straight down, I could see the texture of the sand on the bottom. I could have counted grains of sand. Angel and warrior fish darted around my legs in small spirited schools. A smiling pair of five-foot-long barracuda had followed our boat almost to the shoreline, then lost interest.
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