I finally walked into the living room and asked the question that was beating against theinside of my head. “It's nice to see everyone Charles, Cilia, Aunt Tia but would someoneplease tell me what's going on here?”
They all stared at me.
I still had Jannie cradled in my arms. Sampson had Damon tucked like a hairy football underhis massive right arm.
Nana spoke for the assembled group. Her almost inaudible words sent the sharpest pain rightthrough me.
“It's Naomi,” she said quietly. “Scootchie is missing, Alex.” Then Nana Mama started to weepfor the first time in years.
Alex Cross 2 - Kiss the Girls
CHAPTER 6.
CASANOVA screamed, and the loud sound coming from deep inside his throat turned into a raspyhowl.
He was crashing through the deep woods, thinking about the girl he had abandoned back there.
The horror of what he had done. Again.
Part of him wanted to go back for the girl save her an act of mercy.
He was experiencing spasms of guilt now, and he began to run faster and faster. His thick neckand chest were covered with perspiration. He felt weak, and his legs were rubbery andundependable.
He was fully conscious of what he had done. He just couldn't stop himself.
Anyway, it was better this way. She had seen his face. It was stupid of him to think she wouldever be able to understand him. He had seen the fear and loathing in her eyes.
If only she'd listened when he'd tried to talk to her. After all, he was different from othermass killers he could feel everything he did.
He could feel love ... and suffer loss ... and ... He angrily swept away the death mask. Itwas all her fault. He would have to change personas now. He needed to stop being Casanova.
He needed to be himself. His pitiful other self.