The People vs. Alex Cross (Alex Cross 25)

“And good for your brain,” he said. “I saw a thing about it online. That’s why I told Jannie I wanted to start running with her.”

“So you could regenerate your brain cells?” I said. “C’mon, bud, you’re nine. You’re still growing brain cells and will be for a long time.”

Ali looked at me with mild indignation. “I’ll grow more by running.”

I raised my hands in surrender. “I’ll trust you on this.”

He smiled and said, “But not too much running, otherwise my brain will get too big, and my head will explode, won’t it, Dad?”

There was my nine-year-old boy.

“Dad?”

“No, your brain won’t explode from running too much.”

“You’re sure?”

“You think Jannie’s head’s going to explode?”

I glanced over and saw he was alarmed by that idea. “No one’s head is exploding from being fit,” I said as we neared the arboretum. “Next subject.”

Ali didn’t say anything until we’d reached the park, reversed direction toward home, and were jogging down South Carolina Avenue.

Then he said, “Dad, do some police in our country hate some people so much they’ll just shoot them for no reason?”

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THAT ONE SHOCKED me, and I slowed to a stop, hands on my hips and sweat dripping down my no

se. “Why would you say that, son?”

Ali heard the tone of my voice, looked uncertain, and said, “I saw some people on TV say that black kids get shot just ’cause they’re black and that you shot those Soneji people just because you hated that dead guy they worship.”

My stomach felt hollow. A caustic taste came up my throat and made the back of my tongue burn.

At last, I said, “Let’s start with the first part. Are you scared a police officer might shoot you because of the color of your skin?”

“Should I be scared?” Ali asked, crossing his arms. “They said it happens all the time.”

“First off, being a police officer is a very difficult job. You understand that, right?”

“I guess. Yes.”

“Second, too many black men are getting shot,” I said. “And some of them by racists. But, on the whole, I think it’s more a question of police officers who aren’t trained correctly, who don’t follow the rules and the most up-to-date methods of law enforcement.”

Rather than getting calmer, Ali became more upset and started to run away. I ran after him, stopped him, and saw he was in tears.

Before I could ask him what the matter was, he blubbered, “You don’t follow the rules, Dad. That’s what the people on TV said. They said you were out of control and represented everything wrong with the police in America today.”

That felt like a kick to the head. “Do you think that?”

Wiping at his tears, Ali sniffled. “But that’s what people are saying, Dad. Even at school.”

I put one knee down on the sidewalk and looked up at my son, who was searching my face for answers.

“I wasn’t out of control that night, Ali,” I said. “I shot those people because they were trying to shoot me.”