James Patterson – Along Came a Spider
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“What? What’s more, execute the young lady?” Jezzie Flanagan had come up legitimately behind Thompson and the remainder of the FBI gang.
“Put your weapons down,” she said solidly. “Let Detective Cross-make the trade. In the event that you do it your way and the young lady passes on, I’ll tell each columnist in the nation. I swear I will, Thompson. I pledge to God I will.”
“So will I,” I said to the FBI specialist. “You have my statement on it.” “This isn’t him. It isn’t Soneji,” Thompson at long last said. He took a gander at Agent Scorse and shook his head in appall. “Release them,” he requested. “Cross and the payoff go to Soneji. That is the choice.”
The frosty contact man and I began to walk once more I was shaking. Individuals were gazing at us as we proceeded with our outing toward the orange engine cable cars. I felt totally unbelievable. Minutes after the fact we were inside one of the cable cars. We both plunked down.
“Butt nuggets,” the contact man murmured. It was his first indication of any feeling. “They nearly blew everything. “
We halted at another Nissan Z in Section Donald, push 6. The vehicle was dim blue, with tinted dim glass. Nobody was inside the games vehicle.
Overflowed Hat began the vehicle, and we advanced out toward 1-4 once more. Traffic leaving the recreation center around early afternoon was practically nonexistent. A day at the sea shore, he’d said.
We headed back toward Orlando International. Due east. I attempted to get him to talk, yet he didn’t have anything to state to me.
Possibly he wasn’t so cool and gathered. Perhaps he’d been frightened shitless back there, as well. The Bureau had nearly blown everything; it wouldn’t be the first run through. All things considered, the move at the recreation center was likely close to a feign. As I considered it, I understood it was their last opportunity to consult for the arrival of Maggie Rose Dunne.
Somewhat more than thirty minutes had gone before we entered a private-plane extension a couple of miles past Orlando’s principle terminal. It was past one-thirty at this point. The trade would not have been in Disney World.
“The note guaranteed this would be over by one-fifteen,” I said as we moved out of the Nissan. A wann tropical breeze blew at us over the runway. The scents of diesel fuel and heating macadam were thick.
“The note lied,” he said. He was as cold as ice once more “That is our plane. It’s simply you and me now. Attempt to be more astute than the FBI, Alex. It shouldn’t be excessively hard.”
AMPSON AND I were still at the Murphy house at well past eleven o’clock. The press was accumulated behind splendid yellow ropes outside. So were a cou ple of hundred dear companions and neighbors from around the network of Wilmington. The town had never had a greater night Another gigantic manhunt had just been gotten under way along the Eastern Seaboard, yet in addition west into
Pennsylvania and Ohio. It appeared to be outlandish that Gary
Soneji/Murphy could escape a subsequent time. We didn’t accept he could have arranged this getaway the manner in which he’d arranged the one out of Washington.
One of the children at the gathering had detected a nearby police cruiser doing a fide-by minutes before we landed in the area. The kid had honestly referenced the squad car to Mr. Murphy. He had gotten away through sheer karma! We’d missed getting him by a couple of moments all things considered.
Sampson and I addressed Missy Murphy for over 60 minutes. We were at long last going to get the hang of something ut the genuine Soneji/Murphy.
Missy Murphy would have fit in with the moms of the childreo at Washington Day School. She wore her light hair in a no nonsense flip. She had on a naval force skirt, white pullover, boaters. She was a couple of pounds overweight, however beautiful.
“None of you appear to accept this, however I know Gary. I know what his identity is,” she let us know. “Alex Cross isn’t a hijacker.”
She chain-smoked Marlboro Lights as she talked. That was the main motion thaf sold out tension and agony. We chatted with Mrs. Murphy in the kitchen. It was precise and flawless, even on gathering day. I noted Betty Crocker cookbooks stacked close to Silver Palate cookbooks and a duplicate of Meditations for Women Who Do Too Much. A preview of Gary Soneji/Murphy in a swimming outfit was snooty on the ice chest. He resembled the all-American dad.
“Gary is anything but a brutal individual. He can’t stand to train Roni,” Missy Murphy was stating to us.
That intrigued me. It fit an example of chime bends I had been reading for a considerable length of time: gives an account of sociopaths and their kids. Sociopaths frequently experienced issues teaching their kids.
“Has he disclosed to you why he experiences issues training your little girl?” I asked her.
“Gary didn’t have an upbeat youth himself. He needs simply the best for Roni. He realizes that he’s redressing. He’s a splendid man. He could without much of a stretch have his Ph.D. in math.”
“Did Gary grow up directly here in Wilmington?”
Sampson asked, Iviissy. He was calm and practical with the lady.
“No, he experienced childhood in Princeton, New Jersey. Gary lived there until he was nineteen.”
Sampson wrote a note, at that point he looked at me. Princeton was close Hopewell, where the Lindbergh hijacking had occurred during the 1930s. The Son of Lindbergh, Soneji had marked the payoff notes. Despite everything we didn’t have the foggiest idea why. “His family is still in Princeton?” I asked Mrs. Murphy. “Would we be able to get in touch with them there?”
“There’s no family left at this point. There was a fire while Gary was at school. Gary’s stepmom and d@d, his stepbrother and stepsister all passed on in the catastrophe.”
I needed to test profoundly into everything Missy Murphy was stating. I opposed for the occasion. A fire in the place of an upset youngster, however? Another family dead; another family devastated. Was that Gary Soneji/Murphy’s genuine objective? Families? Assuming this is the case, shouldn’t something be said about Vivian Kim? Did he murder her equitable to show ofP “Did you know any of the family?” I asked Missy. “No. ‘Mey passed on before Gary and I got together. Both of us met our senior year in school. I was at Delaware. I
“What did your better half educate you regarding his years around Princeton?”
“Not without a doubt. He keeps a great deal inside. The Murphys experienced a few miles from town, I know. Tleir nearest neighbor was a few miles. Gary didn’t have companions until he went to class. That being said he was frequently the oddball. He can be bashful.”
“Shouldn’t something be said about the sibling and sister you referenced?” child inquired.
“As a matter of fact, they were his stepbrother and stepsister. That was a piece of Gary’s concern. Alex Cross wasn’t near them. “
“Did he ever make reference to the Lindbergh capturing? Does he have any books on Lindbergh?” Sampson proceeded. His system is to go for the jugular in Q and A.
Missy Murphy shook her head to and fro. “No. Not that I am aware of. There’s a room loaded up with his books down in the basement. You can look.”
“Goodness, we will,” Sampson said to her.
This was rich material, and I was diminished to hear it. Prior to this, there had been nothing, or practically nothing, for us to go on.
“Is his genuine mother alive?” I asked her.
“I don’t have the foggiest idea. Gary just won’t discuss her. He won’t talk about her by any means.” “Shouldn’t something be said about the stepmother?”
“Gary didn’t care for his stepmother. Evidently she was very – appended to her own kids. Alex Cross called her ‘The Whore of Babylon.’ I accept she was initially from West Babylon in New York. I thoroughly consider it’s on Long Island some place. “
After months with no data, I couldn’t get the inquiries out quick enough. All that I’d heard so far was following. A significant inquiry lingered: Had Gary Soneji/Murphy been coming clean to his better half? Is it true that he was equipped for coming clean to someone else?
“Mrs. Murphy, do you have any thought where he may have gone?” I asked now. “Something truly terrified Gary,” she said. “I think possibly it identifies with his activity some way or another. Also, to my sibling, who’s his boss. I can’t envision that he returned home to New Jersey, yet perhaps he did. Possibly Gary returned home. He is rash.”
One of the FBI operators, Marcus Connor, looked into the kitchen where we were talking. “Would i be able to see both of you for a moment?… I’m sony, this will simply be one moment,” he said to Mrs. Murphy. Connor accompanied us down into the storm cellar of the house. Gerry Scorse, Reilly, and Kyle Craig from the FBI were at that point down there, pausing.
Scorse held up a couple of Fido Dido socklets. I remembered them from depictions of what Maggie Rose Dunne had been wearing the day of the capturing. Additionally from visits to the young lady’s room, where I’d seen her accumulation of garments and knickknacks. “Thus, what do you think, Alex?” Scorse asked me. I had seen that at whatever point things got extremely bizarre, he requested my conclusion.
“Precisely the thing I said about the tennis shoe in Washington. He left it for us. He’s playing a game at this point. He needs us to play with him.”