Roses Are Red (Alex Cross 6)
What in hell was going on?
Chapter 28
THE MASTERMIND — what a quaint, totally absurd name. It was almost perverse. He liked it for just that reason.
He actually watched the scene at the bank manager’s house, and he felt as if he were standing outside of his own body. He remembered an old TV show from his youth: You Are There. He was, wasn’t he?
He found it quite thrilling to see the FBI technicians enter the house with their magic black boxes. He knew all about them, the VCU, or Violent Crime Unit.
He closely observed the somber, serious-faced agents come and go.
Then the Rosslyn police arrived en masse. Half a dozen squad cars with their turret lights blazing. Sort of pretty.
Finally, he saw Detective Alex Cross leave the house. Cross was tall and well built. He was in his early forties, resembled the fighter Muhammad Ali at his best. Cross’s face wasn’t flat, though. His brown eyes sparkled constantly. He was better looking, actually, than Ali had ever been.
Cross was one of his prime opponents, and this was a fight to the death, wasn’t it? It was an intensive battle of wits, but even more than that, a battle of wills.
The Mastermind was confident that he would win against Cross. If anything, this was a mismatch. The Mastermind always won, didn’t he? And yet, he felt a little unsure. Cross exuded confidence, too, and that made him angry. How dare he? Who did the detective think he was?
He watched the house for a while longer, and knew it was perfectly safe for
him to be there.
Perfectly safe.
On a numerical scale of 9.9999 out of 10.
He had a crazy thought then, and he knew where it came from. When he was just a boy, he absolutely loved cowboy-and-Indian movies and TV shows. He always rooted for the Indians. And he particularly loved one extraordinary trick that they had — they would sneak into an enemy’s camp and simply touch the enemy while he slept. It was called, he believed, counting coup.
The Mastermind wanted to count coup on Alex Cross.
Chapter 29
AS SOON AS WE KNEW that everyone in the house was safe, I called St. Anthony’s Hospital to check on Jannie. Guilt, paranoia, and duty were all pulling hard at me. The furies had me in a terrible vise. The bank manager’s family was safe. What about my own?
I was put in contact with the nurses’ station on Jannie’s floor. I spoke to an RN, Julietta Newton, who sometimes stopped by Jannie’s room when I came to visit. Julietta reminded me of an old friend, a nurse who had died the year before, Nina Childs.
“This is Alex Cross. I’m sorry to bother you, Julietta, but I’m trying to reach my grandmother. Or my daughter, Jannie.”
“Nana isn’t on the floor at the moment,” the nurse told me. “Jannie just went down for an MRI. A spot opened up and Dr. Petito wanted her to take it. Your grandmother accompanied her downstairs.”
“I’m on my way. Is Jannie all right?”
The nurse hesitated, then she spoke. “She had another seizure, Detective. She’s stabilized, though.”
I rushed back to the hospital from Rosslyn and got there in about fifteen minutes. I hurried down to B-1 and found an area marked DIAGNOSTIC TESTING. It was late, almost ten o’clock. No one was at the front desk, so I walked right past and down a light blue corridor that looked eerie and forbidding at that time of night.
As I approached a room with COMPUTERIZED TOMOGRAPHY and MRI lettered on the door, a technician appeared from a doorway across the hall. He startled me — I was walking in a fog. Thinking, worrying about Jannie.
“Can I help you? Are you supposed to be down here, sir?”
“I’m Jannie Cross’s father. I’m Detective Cross. She’s having an MRI. She had a seizure tonight.”
The man nodded. “She’s down here. I’ll show you the way. I believe she’s about halfway through the test. Our last patient for the night.”
Chapter 30
THE HOSPITAL TECH showed me into the MRI room, where Nana was sitting vigil. She was trying to keep up a calm exterior, trying to maintain her usual self-control. For once, it wasn’t working. I saw the fear lighting up her eyes, or maybe I was projecting my own feelings.