The People vs. Alex Cross (Alex Cross 25) - Page 68

“Two weeks? I read somewhere that it’s virtually impossible for teenage girls to get off their smartphones.”

“Alert Mark Zuckerberg. I’m going to be the first.”

I laughed. “Good for you.”

“I’m sorry for the way I’ve been acting. I guess I could only see what the trial was doing to my life.”

“And I’m sorry you’ve had to suffer for my actions. It’s not fair to you or to your brothers.”

We drove on in silence for a while. “Dad?”

I looked over and saw tears dripping down her cheeks. “What’s the matter, sweetie?”

“I love you, Dad, and I believe in you, but I’m also really scared for you.”

A big ball of emotion surged in my throat. “I love you too, Jannie, and don’t be scared for me. We’re going to be all right.”

But the closer we got to DC and home, the less I believed it.

CHAPTER

64

ALI CROSS HEARD Jannie come through the front door, and the excitement in her voice and then in Nana Mama’s, but it wasn’t enough to get him up from the desk in his father’s attic office or make him take his eyes off the computer screen showing a YouTube video of his father shooting three people.

Ali had heard about the videos on Facebook and had wa

tched them nearly twenty times by then. The first playing had been the most difficult. He’d jerked back and shut them off when his dad pulled the trigger, killing Virginia Winslow. It reminded him so much of seeing his debate teacher shot during the kidnapping of Gretchen Lindel that he almost got sick.

Deciding not to finish the tape, he almost shut down the browser. But then he remembered Ms. Marley, his dad’s attorney, quoted in the Washington Post the day before, saying that there was something wrong with the videos, that they had been altered somehow. And he saw the comments people had posted on YouTube, most of them saying that Alex Cross was guilty as hell and deserved to spend life in prison or worse.

Ali had fought off the urge to cry reading the posts and forced himself to play the videos to the end, and then again and again, freezing the screen whenever one of the victims’ hands was visible.

No gun. No gun. No gun.

But his dad said they’d all had guns, so he’d watched the videos over and over and over again. It wasn’t until the fifteenth or sixteenth time that Ali noticed that the lighting seemed to change in the moments before each of the victims appeared, going dimmer but not dark enough that you couldn’t see them and then brightening so you could see their empty hands just before the shot.

Ali had looked at those parts of the videos in detail at least three times and could not figure out what the change in lighting meant. He reached for the computer mouse and was about to play the videos yet again when he heard someone climbing the stairs.

Heart pounding, Ali clicked off the browser, revealing a Microsoft Word file that he pretended to be scanning when his dad came in.

“Nana Mama says you’ve been up here all morning,” he said.

“I have a paper due on Monday,” Ali said, still not looking up.

“Really? What’s your topic?”

“Magic,” he said, lifting his head. “Like Harry Houdini magic.”

“The best there ever was,” his dad said. “How’s it going?”

The truth was Ali had finished writing the paper two days before, but he said, “Pretty good. I should be done on time if I work hard.”

“Good for you,” his dad said, looking around at the stacks of boxes that crowded the little office. “I’ve got to do something about this. I can’t move in here half the time.”

“Bree said it’s evidence stuff and not to touch it.”

“Too much evidence stuff,” his dad said, distracted. “Don’t stay up here all day. Go ride your bike at some point, or maybe we can go shoot a few hoops.”

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