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I, Alex Cross (Alex Cross 16)

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“Gone?” I couldn’t believe what I’d heard. “Please tell me you mean they were transferred.”

“I mean gone, man.” He flipped open a black binder on the desk. “Yep, right here. Eleven hundred hours today. Someone named Miller posted—Jesus—full cash bonds on both of them. A quarter mil each.”

That got the attention of the other two guards, and they came to look over his shoulder. One of them whistled low. “Must be nice,” the other one said.

“Yeah, right?” the kid agreed.

This wasn’t their doing and it wasn’t their fault, but they were the ones standing in front of me.

“What is going on around here?” I said. “Nicholson is a major flight risk. Did anybody bother to check on that? He had plane tickets booked the day he was arrested!”

The young guard was staring at me now. The other two had hands on their batons. “I hear you, man, but you’ve got to step back, right now.”

I felt Sampson pulling on my shoulder. “Don’t waste your breath here, Alex. Let’s go. Nicholson and the girl are gone.”

“This is a disaster, John.”

“I know, and it’s done. Come on.”

I let him pull me away, but I would have paid good money to take a swing at someone. Tony Nicholson, for one. Or that smug lawyer Miller.

Even as we were leaving, I could hear the guards talking about their former prisoners. “Fuckin’ Richie Riches, man. They get their own breaks and everyone else’s too.”

“Yeah, right? It’s like they say, the rich just get richer, and the poor—”

“Work here.”

The last thing I heard was the guards laughing among themselves.

Chapter 86

WHAT AN INCREDIBLE circus! Whether or not it was Nicholson’s own money that got him out, he still would have needed a federal judge to sign the Form 41, and someone else even higher in the food chain to broker the deal.

The cover-up was getting broader and deeper and dirtier every day, wasn’t it? I think I was more awed than shocked by the whole thing, and worse, I suspected it wasn’t close to being over.

John and I went through the motions of running out to Nicholson’s house and then Mara Kelly’s apartment, but we found exactly what we expected.

There was yellow police tape on the doors, but no indication that anyone had been there for at least a couple of days. Even if they had been, they were long gone now. I doubted that we would ever see Nicholson or Kelly again.

Before we got back on the highway, I asked Sampson to pull over at an Exxon station near Mara Kelly’s apartment. I bought a little Nokia prepaid phone for thirty-nine dollars and used it to dial the number I’d gotten the other day.

Wylie Rechler answered on the first ring. “This is Jenna. Talk to me.”

“It’s Detective Alex Cross, Jenna. We met the other day out in Friendship Heights,” I said. “Are you ready to jump into this thing?”

I heard a melodramatic little gasp on the other end. “Honey, I was ready the last time we chatted. What have you got for me now?”

“Ever heard the name Tony Nicholson?”

“I don’t think so. No, definitely not. Should I have?”

“He’s the one with the little black book you’d love to get your hands on, not that any of us ever will. Until eleven o’clock this morning, he was in federal custody. Now he’s out on bail, and if I had to guess, he’s on his way out of the country. With the little black book.”

“What does this mean for me?”

“It could mean a lot, Jenna. If you help me out. I want you to put a bug in Sam Pinkerton’s ear at the Post,” I said. “Could you do that?”

“I suppose I could.” She paused, and then her voice dropped. “Sam covers the White House. You know that, correct?”



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