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I, Alex Cross (Alex Cross 16)

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“I don’t know, Bree,” I said. “Maybe the office. Try and get something done. You should go back to sleep.”

“I haven’t been asleep.” She sat up behind me and put her arms around my shoulders. “You’re not alone on this. Whatever’s happening to you is happening to me.”

I let my head hang and just listened to her soothing voice. She was right—we were in this together. It had been like that ever since we’d met, and that was a good thing.

“I’m going to do anything it takes for you and for this whole family to get through this,” she said. “And tomorrow, you and I are going to go out there and we’re going to start to find out who did this terrible thing. You hear me?”

For the first time since Davies’s phone call, I felt a warm spot in my chest—nothing like happiness or even relief, but gratitude, anyway. Something to be glad for. I’d lived most of my life without Bree, and now I couldn’t imagine how.

“How did I find you?” I asked her. “How did I get so lucky?”

“It’s not luck.” She held on to me even tighter. “It’s love, Alex.”

Chapter 5

IT SEEMED BOTH appropriate and ironic to Gabriel Reese that this odd, almost unprecedented middle-of-the-night meeting take place in a building originally built for the State, Navy, and War Departments. Reese lived by a deep sense of the historic in everything he did. Washington, you could say, was in his blood, in his family’s blood for three generations.

The vice president himself had called Reese, sounding more than a little tense, and Walter Tillman had run two Fortune 100 companies, so he knew a thing or two about pressure. He hadn’t give

n details, just told Reese to be at the Eisenhower Executive Office Building, now. Technically, this was the VP’s ceremonial office, the same one where veeps from Johnson through Cheney had welcomed leaders from every quadrant of the globe.

More apt and to the point, it was away from the West Wing and whatever eyes and ears this secret meeting was clearly designed to avoid.

The doors to the inner office were closed when Reese got there. Dan Cormorant, head of the White House’s Secret Service detail, was stationed outside with two other agents farther down the hall in either direction.

Reese let himself in. Cormorant followed and closed the heavy wood doors behind them.

“Sir?” said Reese.

Vice President Tillman stood with his back to them at the far end of the room. A row of windows reflected the glow of half-lit globes on an elaborate gasolier overhead, a reproduction. Several glass-encased ship models gave a more specific reference to the building’s history. This office had been General Pershing’s during World War I.

Tillman turned and spoke. “We’ve got a situation, Gabe. Come and sit down. This is not good. Hard to imagine how it could be much worse.”

Chapter 6

AGENT CORMORANT WALKED forward and took a standing position next to the vice president. It was an odd move, and Reese’s gut tightened another notch. He was chief of staff—there was very little that the Secret Service should know about ahead of him. But they clearly did in this case. What in the name of God had happened? To whom had it happened?

The vice president nodded for Cormorant to go ahead and speak.

“Thank you, sir. Gabe, keeping what I’m about to tell you to yourself probably constitutes a felony. You need to know that before I—”

“Just spit it out, Dan.”

Gabe Reese liked Cormorant well enough, just not the way he pushed the bounds of his position. Tillman had brought both of them along, all the way up from the old days of Philadelphia politics, so there was some leeway to be expected here. It was just that Cormorant always seemed to make a little more of it than Reese thought he should. Then again, Cormorant probably thought Reese lived with a stick up his ass.

“Have you ever heard the name Zeus mentioned in any work-related context?” the agent asked. “Zeus, as in the Greek god.”

Reese thought for a moment. Secret Service had revolving code names for all protectees, but that certainly wasn’t a familiar one, and, of course, it would have to be a higher-up. He shook his head. “I don’t think so. Should I have?”

Cormorant didn’t answer the question, merely continued. “Over the past six months, there have been a series of missing-persons cases all over the mid-Atlantic region. Mostly women, but a few men too, and all of them in a certain profession, if you follow me, which I’m sure you do. So far, nothing’s connected them.”

“Until now,” Reese inferred aloud. “What the hell is going on?”

“Our intel division has three separate communications intercepts linking this tag, Zeus, to three separate cases. Last night, it came up again, but on a known homicide this time.” He paused for emphasis. “All of this is classified, of course.”

Reese felt his patience slipping fast. “What does this have to do with the vice president? Or the president—since you’ve called me in? I’m not even sure we should be having this conversation.”

Tillman spoke up then, cutting through the bullshit as usual. “This Zeus, whoever it is, has some kind of connection to the White House, Gabe.”



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