I held his lifeless little hand and thought about the talks the two of us had, the ineffablesadness always in his brown eyes. I remembered a wise, beautiful African proverb: “It takes awhole village to raise a good child.”
Finally, Sampson came and took me away from the boy, took me home.
Where it got much worse.
Alex Cross 2 - Kiss the Girls
CHAPTER 5.
I DIDN'T like what I saw at home. A lot of cars were crowded helter-skelter around my house.
It's a white shingle A-frame; it looks like anybody's house. Most of the cars appearedfamiliar; they were cars of friends and family members.
Sampson pulled in behind a dented ten-year-old Toyota that belonged to the wife of my latebrother Aaron. Cilia Cross was a good friend. She was tough and smart. I had ended up likingher more than my brother.
What was Cilia doing here?
“What the hell is going on at the house?” I asked Sampson again. I was starting to get alittle concerned.
“Invite me in for a cold beer,” he said as he pulled the key from the ignition. “Least you cando.”
Sampson was already up and out of the car. He moves like a slick winter wind when he wants to.
“Let's go inside, Alex.”I had the car door open, but I was still sitting inside. "I live here.
I'll go in when I feel like it." I didn't feel like it suddenly. A sheen of cold sweat was onthe back of my neck. Detective paranoia?
Maybe, maybe not.
“Don't be difficult,” Sampson called back over his shoulder, “for once in your life.”A long icy shiver ran through my body. I took a deep breath. The thought of the human monsterI had recently helped put away still gave me nightmares. I deeply feared he would escape oneday. The mass killer and kidnapper had already been to Fifth Street once.