Jack & Jill (Alex Cross)
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A controversial U.S. Senator is found murdered in his Georgetown bed. On the other side of town, a beautiful little girl is found dead, savagely beaten. Washington, D.C. homicide detective Alex Cross is brought in to try to find a connection between the two murders--even as the killer strikes again. No one in Washington is safe--not children, not politicians, not even the President of the United States. Cross has impressive skills and the courage to match, but can he discover the truth in time?.
unusually shy this morning, which isn’t really like her. “They’re white men.” I was starting to wake up in a hurry. “I see. You happen to catch the names?” Suddenly, I thought I knew the names. I solved the mystery myself—at least, I thought I had. Jannie said, “Mr. Pittman and Mr. Clouser.” “Very good,” I complimented her. Not good, not good at all, I was thinking about my “guests.” I didn’t want to see the chief of detectives, or the police commissioner—especially not in my house.
in the area of the projects, and we know all the shit flows downhill in D.C. and eventually ends up here. Two, Jack and Jill is sucking up everybody’s time in the department. Rich white people are being killed. They’re scared shitless up on Capitol Hill and such. So of course we drop everything else. Two little black kids don’t matter much, not in the greater scheme, not in the big picture.” “Sampson and I have been working on the Truth School murders.” I picked up his thread, just lowered the
down at the tie clasp and pin for Damon and Jannie and was strangely moved. CHAPTER 37 “SO DID YOU get to meet the royal couple yet?” Nana Mama asked when I entered her kitchen about four that afternoon. She was making something in a big gray stewpot that smelled like the proverbial ambrosia. It was white bean soup, one of my favorites. Rosie the cat was prowling around on the counters, purring contentedly. Rosie in the kitchen. At the same time Nana cooked at the counter, she was doing
irritating wisecrack to hurl my way. His dark eyes narrowed, caught mine, and held on for a second, Contact. Liftoff. “Somebody saw an old man where that little girl got kilt,” Loy blurted out. It was the biggest news we had so far on the Truth School case. It was the only news, and it was what I had been looking for all these days working the street. He had no idea how fast I was, or how strong. I reached out and pulled him close to me. I pulled Loy McCoy very close. So close I could smell the
he would melt into tears whenever they teased him, which was just about all the time. For Danny Boudreaux hell week had lasted the whole school year. No, it had lasted for his entire life so far. Christ, he had enjoyed killing Sumner Moore! It was like killing his whole goddamn school! He smeared gray eye shadow over his face, his neck, and his hands as he waited across from the Cross house. He had on dark jeans and a black shirt, and also a dark camo face mask made by Treebark. He had to fit in