Criss Cross (Alex Cross) - James Patterson Page 0,81
he talked about all day.”
“Cell phone?” I said.
Rawlins turned from his computer and said, “His cell phone was on after school. We picked up his location a block from Fort Totten Metro at three thirty-seven p.m. and then nothing until it surfaced again briefly south of Harrisburg, Pennsylvania, at seven twenty p.m.”
“Which is about the time M texted me,” I said.
“Correct,” Sampson said. “Signal dies completely after that.”
“And nothing since,” Bree said. “Just over three hours since last contact.”
Mahoney said, “I think he’s going to let you hang on the hook a bit, Alex.”
I nodded. I’d anticipated that at a bare minimum.
“How are you holding up?” Bree said.
“You’re all here,” I said. “This isn’t all riding on my shoulders. Have we gotten access to his texts?”
Rawlins said, “Working on it. And that hat.”
“What hat?”
“The one the cowboy was wearing at Union Station.”
“Dad!” Jannie screamed in the kitchen.
I spun and bolted around the table, past the two agents setting up computer equipment, and into the kitchen. Jannie was on the floor, cradling Nana Mama’s head in her lap and crying.
“She had trouble breathing, Dad,” she said, sobbing. “And then she just kind of sagged into me!”
CHAPTER 91
I GOT DOWN ON THE floor next to my grandmother. Her eyes were shut, her breathing rapid and shallow.
“Nana?” I said, checking her pulse. It was elevated but not racing.
“I’m here,” she said weakly, and her eyelids fluttered open. “I … I just got dizzy there all of a sudden.”
Bree said, “Should I call an ambulance?”
“No,” my grandmother moaned. “I am not spending another night in a hospital. I just got anxious thinking about Ali and how scared my sweet boy has to be. Someone bring me my inhaler from my bed stand. I’ll be okay.”
“I’ll get it!” Sampson said, and he rushed off.
“And you take slower breaths, Nana,” I said.
She tried, and once John returned with her inhaler, she got a couple of puffs into her lungs. Ten minutes after she’d sagged into Jannie’s arms, she felt better. Five minutes after that, she sat up on her own.
My grandmother looked around at us all and said, “Note to self: If you want to keep living, you need to keep breathing.”
We all smiled and laughed.
“Write that down,” Jannie said, tears welling as she hugged my grandmother.
Nana Mama got to her feet, and, with me trailing, she climbed the stairs under her own power. At her door, I said, “Do you want Bree or Jannie to come and help you get ready for bed?”
“No,” she said. “I can take care of myself from here.”
But she held my hand for a long moment and gazed sadly into my eyes. “I’ll pray for him before I sleep, and I’ll pray for him when I wake up.”
“I know you will.”
She squeezed my hand. “I’ve seen my share of senseless tragedies, and God knows you have too. But I have faith.”
I kissed her forehead and hugged her, trying not to break down. “I know you do. We both do. Thank you for reminding me.”
She went into her room and shut her door.
I met Jannie on the stairs. She said she was suddenly exhausted and was going to bed.
“I’m going to try to sleep too,” Bree said.
“I’m not there yet,” I said, and I headed to the dining room.
Rawlins looked up from his computer. “We’ll have text access in five minutes. Meantime, this is the clearest image I can get of that cowboy at Union Station.”
He swiveled his laptop so we could all see that he’d come in tight on the front of the crown of the hat, right where it met the brim. Even through the rain-splattered plastic cover, you could see two crossed sabers in scabbards and knotted gold cord below it.
“What’s that insignia?” I asked.
“U.S. Army Cavalry,” Mahoney said. “Like Custer wore.”
That confused me a moment. Rawlins turned his computer around, started typing, said, “Okay, I’m inside Verizon and your account, Dr. Cross, and your data.”
That sickening feeling came back as I walked around the table to stand behind the cybercrime expert, and I didn’t know exactly why. He had the screen split, half of it showing the cowboy hat and insignia, the other a long string of data.
“Tell me what I’m looking for,” Rawlins said.
“Everything Ali texted for the last three days. Calls. Data usage. Browser history. All of it.”
“You got it,” he said, typing.
I was about to turn away but I looked at the insignia again.