“I’m here.” The scene around me came back into focus. Bree was watching intently, wondering what was going on. Then her cell went off, and she took the call.
I had a feeling that we were hearing the same story, just from different sources.
“Davies,” Bree mouthed. The superintendent of detectives was on her line. “Yes, sir, I’m listening.”
“Nana, hold for a second,” I said.
“Sampson went to the gym around lunchtime.” Bree gave me a running commentary on her call from Davies. “They just found his car. But not him. They found some blood in the car, Alex.”
“He’s alive,” I told her. “If he was dead, we’d have heard from DCAK already. He’s going to want an audience again.”
Chapter 111
HE HAD CONTROLLED other killers before, in particular a brilliant boy who called himself Casanova and who had worked in the Research Triangle near the University of North Carolina and Duke. Of course, in those days, he had been with the FBI.
He’d even explained himself to Alex Cross once. “What I do . . . it’s what all men want to do. I live out their secret fantasies, their nasty little daydreams. . . . I don’t live by rules created by my so-called peers.” He claimed he attracted others who thought as he did.
Now Kyle Craig had his own ideas about how things should go. He knew it was time for him to take charge, maybe even past time. The man known as DCAK had contacted him through Wainwright, his lawyer when he was in jail, as had other freaks of his kind. DCAK had claimed to be an admirer and a student—as had Wainwright himself—but now it was time for the teacher to step forward and take control of this game.
X marks the spot. That should be easy enough to figure out, he was thinking. Especially for someone who considered himself so brilliant.
Kyle was in position a few minutes before twelve on Saturday night. As promised. He was interested in what would happen next, from several perspectives. First of all, was DCAK bright enough to get himself to the meeting place? That was a legitimate question, but Kyle figured that the killer would be. DCAK was a clever enough fiend.
Then, would DCAK actually show his face to him? That proposition was a little trickier, and Kyle thought the odds were probably fifty-fifty. It all depended on what kind of a risk taker the killer turned out to be. How truly confident was he?
Or would he show up in one of his theatrical disguises? Maybe he’ll come as me. Kyle smiled as he let the final thought drift across his mind. Then he moved on to other things. He continued to be intrigued with the concept of freedom—to be out here in the world like this. He could feel his heart beating, steady but at an accelerated pace. He was getting better and better at controlling his body and mind.
Then he heard something. Someone was here. A voice coming from behind him.
“In your honor.”
DCAK had arrived, and now he stepped forward from a row of shadowy oak trees. No mask, no disguise. A tall, well-built man who looked to be in his thirties. Rather cocky.
Directly behind him loomed Alex Cross’s house on Fifth Street.
X marks the spot. That would be Cross’s house, of course.
“I’m honored as well,” said Kyle, knowing that they were both lying, wondering if this was as delicious for DCAK as it was for him.
Chapter 112
“IT’S GOOD TO FINALLY meet you in person,” DCAK said, but he seemed a little nervous and stiff. “Everything you said has come true. All of it.”
“Yes. I told you I would get out of ADX, and here I am,” Kyle said. He too seemed a little shy, but it was only an act.
“Is he asleep in there? Does he sleep?” DCAK asked, gesturing toward the Cross house across Fifth. He knew the place well and already had dozens of photos from every angle.
“Top floor. That’s where he usually works, figures out his puzzles,” Kyle said. “He doesn’t seem to be home, does he? No lights up there.”
“Actually, he isn’t. He’s in Montana, chasing me. You think he’s figured this game of ours out. I don’t,” said DCAK.
“There you have it, then. But you should be careful. I wouldn’t ever underestimate Dr. Cross. He has a sixth sense about these things, and he’s obsessive, a very hard worker. He could surprise you.”
DCAK couldn’t hold back a trace of a smile—cruel. “Is that what happened to you? You mind me asking such a blunt question?”
“Not at all. What happened to me was that my worst enemy finally caught up with me—my pride, my ego, my hubris. Near the end, I made it too easy for Cross.”
“You hate him, don’t you? You want to bring him down in a public way.”