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Alex Cross 2 - Kiss the Girls

CHAPTER 1.

Washington, D.C.

April 1994I WAS on the sun porch of our house on Fifth Street when it all began.

It was pouring down rain as my little girl Janelle likes to say, and the porch was a fineplace to be. My grandmother had once taught me a prayer that I never forgot: Thank you foreverything just the way it is. It seemed right that day almost.

Stuck up on the porch wall was a Gary Larson Far Side cartoon. It showed theButlers of the World annual banquet. One of the butlers had been murdered. A knife was inhis chest right up to the hilt. A detective on the scene said, God, Collings, I hate to starta Monday with a case like this. The cartoon was there to remind me there was more to lifethan my job as a homicide detective in D.C. A two-year-old drawing of Damon's tacked up nextto the cartoon was inscribed: For the best Daddy ever. That was another reminder.

I played Sarah Vaughan, Billie Holiday, and Bessie Smith tunes on our aging piano. The blueswas having its sneaky-sad way with me lately.

I'd been thinking about Jezzie Flanagan. I could see her beautiful, haunting face sometimes,when I stared off into the distance. I tried not to stare off into the distance too much.

My two kids, Damon and Janelle, were sitting on the trusty, if slightly rickety, piano benchbeside me. Janelle had her small arm wrapped across my back as far as it would stretch, whichwas about one-third of the way.

She had a bag of Gummi Bears in her free hand. As always, she shared with her friends. I wasslow-sucking a red Gummi.

She and Damon were whistling along with my piano playing, though for Jannie, whistling is morelike spitting to a certain preestablished rhythm. A battered copy of Green Eggs and Ham sat ontop of the piano, vibrating to the beat.

Both Jannie and Damon knew I was having some trouble in my life lately, for the past fewmonths, anyway. They were trying to cheer me up. We were playing and whistling the blues,soul, and a little fusion, but we were also laughing and carrying on, as children like uswill.

I loved these times with my kids more than I loved all the rest of my life put together, and Ihad been spending more and more time with them. The Kodak pictures of children always remindme that my babies will be seven and five years old only one time. I didn't plan to miss any ofit.

We were interrupted by the sound of heavy footsteps running up the wooden stairs of our backporch. Then the doorbell rang: one, two, three tinny rings. Whoever was out there was in a bighurry.

Ding-dong the witch is dead. Damon offered his inspirational thought for the moment. He waswearing wraparound shades, his impression of a cool dude. He was a cool little dude, actually.

No, the witch isn't, countered Jannie. I'd recently noticed that she had become a staunchdefender of her gender.

It might not be news about the witch, I said, with just the right timing and delivery. Thekids laughed. They get most of my jokes, which is a frightening thought.

Someone began to pound insistently against the door frame, and my name was shouted in aplaintive and alarming way. Goddamnit, leave us be.

We don't need anything plaintive or alarming in our lives right now.

Dr. Cross, please come! Please! Dr. Cross, the loud shouts continued. I didn't recognize thewoman's voice, but privacy doesn't seem to count when your first name is Doctor.

I held the kids down, my hands fastened onto the tops of their small heads. I'm Dr. Cross,not you two. Just keep on humming and hold my place. I'll be right back. I'll be back! saidDamon in his best Terminator voice. I smiled at his joke. He is a second-grade wise guyalready.

I hurried to the back door, grabbing my service revolver on the way.

This can be a bad neighborhood even for a cop, which I am. I peered out through the foggy andgrimy windowpanes to see who was on our porch steps.

I recognized the young woman. She lived in the Langley projects. Rita Washington was a twenty-three-year-old pipe-head who prowled our streets like a gray ghost. Rita was smart, niceenough, but impressionable and weak. She had taken a very bad turn in her life, lost herlooks, and now was probably doomed.

I opened the door and felt a cold, wet gust of wind slap against my face. There was a lot ofblood on Rita's hands and wrists and on the front of her green fake-leather car coat Rita,what in hell happened to you? I asked. I guessed that she'd been gut-shot or stabbed oversome drugs.

Please, please come with me. Rita Washington started to cough and sob at the same time. Itlittle Marcus Daniels, she said, and cried even louder. He been stabbed! It be real bad! Hecall your name. He ask for you, Dr. Cross.

You stay there kids! I'll be right back! I shouted over Rita Washington's hysterical cries.

Nana, please watch the kids! I yelled even louder. Nana, I have to go out! I grabbed mycoat and followed Rita Washington into the cold, teeming rain.

I tried not to step on the bright red blood dripping like wet paint all over our porch steps.

Alex Cross 2 - Kiss the Girls

CHAPTER 2.

I RAN as fast as I could down Fifth Street. I could feel my heart going whump, whump, whump,and I was sweating profusely in spite of the nasty, steady, cold spring rain. Blood waspounding furiously in my head. Every muscle and tendon in my body was straining, and mystomach clenched real hard.

I held eleven-year-old Marcus Daniels in my arms, clutched tightly against my chest. Thelittle boy was bleeding badly. Rita Washington had found Marcus on the oily, darkened stairwayleading to the basement in his building and had taken me to his crumpled body.

1 ran like the wind, crying inside, holding it back as I've been taught to do on The Job andmost everywhere else.

People who don't normally stare at much in Southeast were staring at me as I rumbled forwardlike a ten-axle semi on the loose in the inner city.

I out paced gypsy cabs, shouting at everybody to get out of my way.

passed ghost store after ghost store boarded up with dark, rotting plywood that was scrawledwith graffiti.

I ran over broken glass and rubble, Irish Rose bottles, and occasional dismal patches of weedsand loose dirt. This was our neighborhood; our share in The Dream; our capital.

I remembered a saying I'd heard about D. C.: Stoop down and you'll get stepped on, stand talland you'll be shot at.

As I ran, poor Marcus was throwing off blood like a soaking-wet puppy dog shedding water. Myneck and arms were on fire, and my muscles continued to strain.

Hold on, baby, I said to the little boy. Hold on, baby, I prayed.

Halfway there, Marcus cried out in a tiny voice, Doctor Alex, man. That was all he said tome. I knew why. I knew a lot about little Marcus.

I raced up the steep, freshly paved asphalt drive of St. Anthony's Hospital, St. Tony'sSpaghetti House as it's sometimes called in the projects. An EMS ambulance rolled past me,heading toward L Street.

The driver wore a Chicago Bulls cap pulled sideways, its brim pointing strangely in mydirection. Loud rap music blared from the van, and it must have been deafening inside. Thedriver and medic didn't stop, didn't seem to consider stopping. Life in Southeast goes likethat sometimes. You can't stop for every murder or mugging that you come across on your dailyrounds.

I knew my way to St. Anthony's emergency room. I'd been there too many times. I shoulderedopen the familiar swinging glass door. It was stenciled EMERGENCY, but the letters werepeeling away and there were nail scratches on the glass.

We're here, Marcus. We're at the hospital, I whispered to the little boy, but he didn't hearme. He was unconscious now.

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