I, Alex Cross by James Patterson Read Free Book Online Page B

did.
    Disposal
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    The thing he didn’t like was surprises — like the bright headlights that raked back and forth over his cabin window just after darkness fell that night.
    In a few seconds, he was out the back door with one of the three Remington 870 shotguns he kept around for exactly this reason — uninvited visitors. He hustled over to the side of the cabin and took up a position with a perfect view of the dark-colored sedan that was just coming to a stop out front.
    He saw that the vehicle was a Pontiac sedan, either black or dark blue.
    Two men got out. "Anybody home?" one of them called. The voice was familiar, but Remy kept the Remington on his hip anyway.
    "What are you doing out here?" he yelled to them. "Nobody called ahead."
    Their shadows turned toward him in the dark. "Relax, Remy. We found him."
    "Alive?"
    "At the moment."
    Remy slowly came around to the porch and traded the shotgun for a battery-powered lantern, which he lit.
    "What about the other one? The girl who run off?"
    "Still working on it," said the cocky one, the white guy. Remy didn’t know either of their names and didn’t want to. He knew the spic was the smart one, though, and the most dangerous. Silent but deadly all the way.
    He walked to the back of the car and thumped on the trunk with his lantern.
    "Pop it."

Chapter 20

    THE YOUNG PUNK inside was naked as a newborn, half-wrapped in a soiled bedsheet with a double dose of duct tape twisted across his mouth. As soon he as laid eyes on Remy, he started scrambling around like there was somewhere inside that trunk he could go and hide.
    "Why in hell’s he not wearing anything? What’s the point in that?"
    "He was banging some girl when we found him."
    "And she’s —?"
    "Been taken care of."
    "Awww, you should have brought her to me for safekeeping too."
    Remy turned back to the kid, who’d gone still again — - except for the eyes. Those never stopped moving.
    "He’s a funny little gerbil, isn’t he?"
    He reached down and pulled the boy up, then spun him around so the punk could see the twenty-year-old wood chipper in the car’s headlights.
    "Now, you know why you’re here, so I won’t quibble on the details," he said. "I just need to know one thing from you, and I want you to think real careful about this. You ever tell anyone about this place? Anyone
a
’tall?"
    The kid shook his head way more than he needed to —
no, no, no, no, no
.
    "You’re real sure about that, son? You wouldn’t lie to me? ’Specially now?"
    The head changed direction and went
yes, yes, yes
.
    Remy laughed out loud. "You see that? He looks like one of those stupid bobbleheads. For your dashboard?" He bent his knees to be face-to-face with the kid, and palmed his skull. Then he started rocking it up and down and side to side, laughing the whole time.
    "Yes, yes, yes… no, no, no… yes, yes, yes…"
    Then, just as fast, he twisted the head halfway around with a crisp snap and let the boy fall to the ground like a broken toy.
    "That’s it? Break his neck?" one of the other two asked. "That’s what we wanted him alive for?"
    "Oh, it’s jus’ fine," Remy told them, pushing the accent a little. "I got an intuition about this stuff." They both shook their heads like he was some ignorant redneck, which Remy took as a compliment to his acting abilities.
    "Hey, you fellas want to stick around for a drink? I’ve got some good stuff out back."
    "We’ve got to keep moving," said the dark-skinned ghost. "Thanks for the offer. Maybe some other time, Remy."
    "Suit yourself. No problema."
    In truth, there wasn’t a drop of alcohol anywhere on the property. The only thing Remy drank besides bottled water, which he bought by the case, was the sun-brewed iced tea he sometimes made from it. Alcohol was poison to the system. He just liked letting these sanctimonious pricks think what they wanted to think about him anyway.
    They were typical government issue, those two, the way they saw everything and nothing at