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I am embarrassed to say that this is the first James Patterson book I have read excluding his book shot series. Although I was unfamiliar with his work- I think everyone who likes fiction has heard of Alex Cross.
He was one of many standout characters in this novel. Alex Cross, detective, doctor of psychology, hypnotiser, friends of the poor people when he helps out at a food shelter, respected by the black people I am honestly speechless after reading that. Alex Cross, detective, doctor of psychology, hypnotiser, friends of the poor people when he helps out at a food shelter, respected by the black people for never leaving the 'hood following his glittering career, great family man and a bit of genius who cannot give up a case.
Although hard and rough when he needs to be, practical as they come - the crimes he sees sometimes upset him - such as deaths of young children. Tortured past. Horrid present. One was the son of the Secretary of State. One was the daughter of this fictional world's equivalent of Angelina Jolie. There are also a few brutal murders that have been lurking around the suburbs that are a bit too grim to describe here.
The book talks a lot about cruelty to children - and we have seen both sides Cross, right? He was white, baby-faced, growing a little mustache to compensate for it.
He was probably twenty-three or twenty-four, frightened that morning. No sign of forced entry. It was unlocked, sir.
There was a cheap Formica breakfast table with matching lime green vinyl chairs. A black Bart Simpson clock was on one wall. The smells of Lysol and burnt grease melded into something strange to the nose, though not entirely unpleasant. There were a lot worse smells in homicide cases. Sampson and I hesitated, taking it all in the way the murderer might have just a few hours earlier. Creep me out. He filled us in on who the victims were. A family named Sanders.
Two women and a small boy.
His name was Butchie Dykes. The four of us entered the death house together. We each took a deep breath. Sampson patted my shoulder.
He knew that child homicide had me shook. The three bodies were upstairs in the front bedroom, just off the top of the stairs.
Even in death, her face was haunting. She had big brown eyes, high cheekbones, full lips that had already turned purplish. Her mouth was stretched open in a scream.
She was just a young girl but had been prettier than her mother. She wore a mauve ribbon in her braided hair and a tiny nose earring to prove she was older than her years. Suzette was gagged with dark blue panty hose. A baby son, Mustaf Sanders, three years old, was lying faceup, and his little cheeks seemed stained with tears.
Just as Nana Mama had said, it was a bad part of what somebody had let become a bad city. In this big bad country of ours. The mother and the daughter were bound to an imitation brass bedpost.
Satin underwear, black and red mesh stockings, and flowery bed sheets had been used to tie them up. I took out the pocket recorder I carry and began to put down my first observations.
A mother, teenage daughter, little boy. The women have been slashed with something extremely sharp. A straight razor, possibly. The breasts are nowhere to be found. The pubic hair of the women has been shaved. I believe the two women, both the mother and daughter, were prostitutes.
Mustaf Sanders has on hand- me- down pajamas that are covered with Care Bears. Alex Cross: You're not my partner. Vickie: It's time you forgave yourself. Alex Cross: Vickie, you know that forgiving yourself is the one thing a person cannot do.
Gary Soneji: No bargaining Alex, no cheap interrogation techniques. It's transparent and it's clumsy. This is between me and you. I want you to see. I'm a gift to you, Alex. I'm a gift to you. And you are beyond pitiful if you cannot understand that. I'm living proof that a mind - the mind is a terrible thing. Megan Rose: Who are you?
Alex Cross: I'm a policeman. My name is Alex Cross. I'm a friend of your parents. Megan Rose: Can you take me to them? Alex Cross: Nothing would give me greater pleasure.