Kiss The Girls Part 28

Woof-something, someone, struck her square in the back. The blow knocked all the breath out of her. struck her square in the back. The blow knocked all the breath out of her.

She couldn't believe she'd been blindsided. Pain rushed through her body as if she'd been shot.

Woof It happened again.

There were two two of them in her bedroom. of them in her bedroom.

Chapter 94.

KATE WAS in shocking pain, but she stayed on her feet, and finally she saw the second man in her bedroom. He swung hard and struck her in the forehead. She heard a metallic ring, ring, and felt herself falling, toppling. Felt herself vaporizing, actually. Then her body bounced off the wooden floorboards. and felt herself falling, toppling. Felt herself vaporizing, actually. Then her body bounced off the wooden floorboards.

Two voices were floating above her. Two monsters inside her bedroom. Stereo nightmares.

"You shouldn't be here." She recognized Casanova's voice. He was talking to the second intruder. The demon behind door number two. Dr. Will Rudolph?

"Yes, I'm the one who should should be here. I'm not involved with this stupid b.i.t.c.h, am I? I couldn't care less about her. Think it through. Be smart." be here. I'm not involved with this stupid b.i.t.c.h, am I? I couldn't care less about her. Think it through. Be smart."

"All right, all right, Will. What do you want to do with her?" Casanova spoke again. "This is your show. Isn't that what you want?"

"Personally, I'd like to eat her, a nibble at a time," said Dr. Will Rudolph. "Is that too extreme?"

They kept laughing like two buddies talking at a sports bar. Kate felt herself fading away from the scene. She was leaving. Where was she going? She was leaving. Where was she going?

Will Rudolph said that he bought her flowers. flowers. They both began to laugh at the joke. They were hunting together again. No one could stop them. Kate could smell their body odor, a strong male musk that seemed to combine into an overpowering presence. They both began to laugh at the joke. They were hunting together again. No one could stop them. Kate could smell their body odor, a strong male musk that seemed to combine into an overpowering presence.

She stayed conscious for a long time. She fought with all her strength. She was stubborn, willful, proud as h.e.l.l. The light finally went out for her like a tube in an old-fashioned TV set. A blurry picture, then a small dot of light, then blackness. It was that simple, that prosaic.

They turned on the bedroom lights when they were finished, so that all of Kate McTiernan's admirers could have a last good look at her.

Murdered beyond beyond cold blood. cold blood.

Chapter 95.

MY ARMS and legs were shaking uncontrollably as I tried to drive the five miles or so from Durham to Chapel Hill. Even my teeth were chattering, hitting together hard.

I finally had to pull off Chapel Hill-Durham Boulevard, or I thought I would probably crash the car.

I sat slumped in the front seat with the car headlamps shining across dancing dust motes and light-crazed insects that hovered in the early-morning air.

I took deep breath after deep breath, trying to suck in some sanity. It was past five in the morning and the birds were already singing away. I put my hands over my ears to shut out their songs. Sampson was still asleep back at the hotel. I'd forgotten that he was there.

Kate had never been afraid of Casanova. She trusted in her ability to take care of herself, even after her abduction.

I knew that it was irrational and crazy to blame myself, but I did. Somewhere, at some time during the past few years, I had stopped behaving like a professional police detective. There was some good in that, but, in a way, it was bad. There was too much pain on The Job, if you let yourself feel it. That was the surest, fastest way to burnout.

I eventually eased the car back onto the road. About fifteen minutes later, I was at the familiar clapboard house in Chapel Hill.

"Old Ladies Lane," Kate had dubbed the street. I could see her face, her sweet, easy smile, her enthusiasm and conviction about things that mattered to her. I could still hear her voice.

Sampson and I had been at this house less than three hours ago. My eyes were tearing, my brain screaming. I was losing control.

I rembered one of the last things she'd said to me. I could hear Kate's voice. "He comes back, we tangle."

Black-and-white police cruisers, somber-looking EMS vans, and TV trucks were already parked everywhere on the narrow two-lane blacktop street. They were filling every available s.p.a.ce. I was sick to death of the sight of crime scenes. It looked as if half the town of Chapel Hill was congregated outside Kate's apartment.

In the early-morning light all the faces looked pale and grim. They were shocked and angry. This was supposed to be a gentle college town, liberal-thinking, a safe haven from the whirling chaos and madness of the rest of the world. That was why most people chose to live here, but it wasn't like that anymore. Casanova had changed that forever.

I fumbled on a pair of dusty and stained sungla.s.ses that had been sitting on the dash of the car for months. They were Sampson's shades, originally. He'd given them to Damon, so he could look as tough as Sampson whenever I gave him any trouble. I needed to look tough right now.

Chapter 96.

I BEGAN to walk toward Kate's house on unsure, rubbery legs. Maybe I looked like the toughest mother-f.u.c.ker around, but my heart was heavy and incredibly fragile. BEGAN to walk toward Kate's house on unsure, rubbery legs. Maybe I looked like the toughest mother-f.u.c.ker around, but my heart was heavy and incredibly fragile.

News photographers snapped my picture again and again. The camera flashes sounded like hollow, m.u.f.fled gunshots. Reporters approached, but I waved them off.

"Keep back, man," I finally warned a couple of them. Serious warning. "This is not the time. Not now! Not now!"

But I noticed that even the reporters and cameramen looked dazed and confused and shocked.

Both the FBI and the Chapel Hill PD were at the scene of the unspeakable, cowardly attack. I saw a lot of local policemen. Nick Ruskin and Davey Sikes had come down from Durham. Sikes gave me the evil eye-like what did I think I was doing here?

Kyle Craig was already at the scene. He had personally called me at the hotel to give me the terrible news.

Kyle came up to me and he put his arm around my shoulder, spoke to me in a low whisper. "She's very bad, Alex, but she's hanging in somehow. She must want to live very, very much. They should be bringing her out any minute now. Stay out here with me. Don't go inside. Trust me on this, will you?"

I listened to Kyle's words and I was afraid I was going to break down in front of all the cameras, all the strangers, and the few people I knew. My head, my heart-it was all whirling chaos. I finally went inside the house, and I looked at as much as I could bear.

He had come into her bedroom again... he had been right there.

Something was wrong, though... something didn't track in straight lines for me. Something... what was wrong here?

The emergency team from Duke Medical Center put Kate on a stretcher, the kind used for broken backs and severe head injuries. I don't think I've ever seen anyone carried so delicately, under any tragic circ.u.mstances. The doctors looked ashen as they began to carry her out of the house. The crowd became suddenly hushed when the EMS crew appeared outside.

"They're bringing her to the Duke Medical Center. You'll get some arguments from the university people, but that's the best facility in the state," Kyle told me. He was trying to be rea.s.suring in his soothing, mechanical-man way. Actually, he was surprisingly good at it.

Something was wrong... something was all out of kilter.... Think. Focus your thoughts somehow. This could be important... but I couldn't think in straight lines. Not yet, I couldn't.

"What about Wick Sachs?" I asked Kyle.

"He got home before ten o'clock. He's there now.... We don't know that he didn't go out for sure, I suppose. He could could have slipped out past us somehow. Maybe he has a way out of the house. I don't think so, though." have slipped out past us somehow. Maybe he has a way out of the house. I don't think so, though."

I moved away from Kyle Craig and went over to one of the white-coated Duke University doctors near the ambulance. Camera flashes were erupting everywhere around us. Hundreds of "memorable" pictures were being taken by the nightcrawlers at the crime scene.

"Can I ride with her?"

The EMS doctor very gently shook his head at me. "No, sir," he said. He seemed to be talking in slow motion. "No, sir, only the family can ride in the ambulance. I'm sorry, Dr. Cross."

"I'm her family tonight," I said. I pushed past him and climbed into the rear of the ambulance. He didn't try to stop me. He couldn't have, anyway.

I felt numb all over. Kate lay amid the solemn monitoring and resuscitation equipment in the close quarters of the rescue ambulance. I was afraid that she had died as I was getting into the ambulance, or when they were carrying her outside.

I sat beside Kate and held just the tips of her fingers. "It's Alex. I'm here for you," I whispered to her. "Be strong right now. You're so strong, anyway. Be strong now."

The same doctor who had told me I couldn't get into the ambulance came in and sat next to me. He felt obliged to tell me the rules, but he didn't care to enforce them. His name tag said Dr. B. Stringer, Duke University EMS Team. I owed him a big favor.

"Can you tell me anything about Kate's chances?" I asked as the emergency ambulance slowly pulled away from the nightmare scene in Chapel Hill.

"That's a tough question, I'm afraid. She's alive, and that's a miracle in itself." He spoke in a low, respectful voice. "There are multiple fractures and contusions, some with open gashes in them. Both cheekbones are fractured. She may have a sprained neck. She must have played dead on him. Somehow, she had the presence of mind to trick him."

Kate's face was swollen badly and cut. She was almost unrecognizable. I knew the same was true all over her body. I clung gently to Kate's hand as the ambulance sped toward Duke Medical Center. She had the presence of mind to trick him? She had the presence of mind to trick him? That was Kate, all right. I wondered, though. That was Kate, all right. I wondered, though.

I held on to another mind-blowing thought. It had hit me hard outside the house. I thought I knew what had been wrong in Kate's bedroom. I thought I knew what had been wrong in Kate's bedroom.

Will Rudolph had been in the bedroom, hadn't he? The Gentleman Caller had been there for the attack. He had to be the one. It was his style. Extreme, graphic violence. Rage. Rage.

There was little evidence of Casanova. No artistic touches. There was such extraordinary violence, though.... They were twinning! Two monsters bonding to make one. They were twinning! Two monsters bonding to make one. Perhaps Rudolph resented Kate because Casanova had loved her. Maybe she had come between them in his twisted perception. Maybe they had left Kate alive on purpose-so she could be a vegetable for the rest of her life. Perhaps Rudolph resented Kate because Casanova had loved her. Maybe she had come between them in his twisted perception. Maybe they had left Kate alive on purpose-so she could be a vegetable for the rest of her life.

They were working together now, weren't they? There were two of them to catch, to stop.

Chapter 97.

THE FBI and Durham police decided to bring Dr. Wick Sachs in for questioning early the next morning. This was a big deal; a pivotal decision in the case.

A special investigator was flown down from Virginia to do the delicate interrogation. He was one of the FBI's best, a man named James Heekin. He questioned Sachs throughout most of the morning.

I sat with Sampson, Kyle Craig, and detectives Nick Ruskin and Davey Sikes. We watched the interrogation through a two-way mirror inside Durham Police Headquarters. I felt like a starving man with his nose pressed against the window of an expensive restaurant. But there was no food being served inside.

The FBI interrogator was good, very patient, and as crafty as a star district attorney. But so was Wick Sachs. He was articulate; extremely cool under verbal fire; even smug.

"This f.u.c.ker is going down," Davey Sikes finally said inside the quiet observation room. It was good to see that he and Ruskin cared at least. In a way, I could empathize with them in their role as local detectives: they had been on the outside looking in for most of the frustrating investigation.

"What do you have on Sachs? Tell me if you're holding anything back," I said to Nick Ruskin at the coffee machine.

"We brought him in because our chief of police is an a.s.shole," Ruskin told me. "We don't have anything on Sachs yet." I wondered if I could believe Ruskin, or anyone else connected with this case.

After nearly two hours of tense parrying back and forth, Agent Heekin's interrogation had established little more than that Sachs was a collector of erotica, and that he'd been promiscuous with consenting students and professors over the last eleven years at the university.

As much as I had wanted to bust Sachs, I couldn't really understand why he'd been brought in at this time. Why now?

"We found out where his money comes from." Kyle told me part of the answer that morning. "Sachs is the owner of an escort service working out of Raleigh and Durham. The service is called Kissmet. Interesting name. They advertise 'lingerie modeling' in the Yellow Pages. At the least, Dr. Sachs will have some serious problems with Internal Revenue. Washington decided we should apply pressure now. They're afraid he's going to run soon."

"I don't agree with your people in Washington," I told Kyle. I knew that some agents called headquarters up there Disneyland East. I could see why. They could be risking the investigation right now, and by remote control.

"Who does agree with Washington?" Kyle said and shrugged his wide, bony shoulders. It was his way of admitting that he wasn't in full control anymore. The case was too big now. "By the way, how is Kate McTiernan doing?" he asked.

I had already been on the phone three times with Duke Medical Center that morning. They had a number for me at the Durham station, in case Kate's condition changed. "She's listed as grave, but she's still hanging in there," I told Kyle.

I got the chance to talk to Wick Sachs just before eleven o'clock that morning. It was Kyle's concession to me.

I tried to put Kate out of my mind before I had to be in the same room with Sachs. Anger thundered and roared inside my body all the same. I didn't know if I could control myself. I wasn't even sure if I wanted to anymore.

"Let me do this one, Alex. Let me go in there with him." Sampson held my arm before I went inside. I broke away from him and went to meet Dr. Wick Sachs.

"I'm going to do him."

Chapter 98.

h.e.l.lO, DR. Sachs."

The lighting in the small, impersonal interrogation room was even brighter and harsher than it had looked from behind the two-way mirror. Sachs was red-eyed, and I could tell he was as tense as I was. His skin looked stretched taut over his skull. But he was as confident and smug with me as he'd been with James Heekin of the FBI.

Was I looking into the eyes of Casanova? I wondered. I wondered. Could he possibly be the human monster? Could he possibly be the human monster?

"My name is Alex Cross," I said as I slumped down on a shopworn metal chair. "Naomi Cross is my niece."

Sachs spoke through gritted teeth. He had a mild drawl. According to Kate, Casanova had no noticeable accent.

"I know who the h.e.l.l you are. I I read read the newspapers, Dr. Cross. I don't know your niece. I the newspapers, Dr. Cross. I don't know your niece. I read read that she was abducted." that she was abducted."