Chapter 120
I WAS WRONG. I didn’t die that night outside the Butcher’s house, though I can’t exactly say that I dodged another bullet.
I got shot up pretty bad, and I spent the next month at Massachusetts General Hospital in Boston . Michael Sullivan took his bow, but then Sampson shot him twice in the chest. He died right there at the house.
I don’t regret it. I don’t have sympathy for the Butcher. And that probably means I haven’t changed as much as I wanted to, that I’m still the Dragon Slayer at least.
Nearly every morning these days, after I see patients, I have a session with Adele Finaly She handles me as well as anybody could. One day, I tell her about the final shootout at the Sullivan house, and how I wanted the satisfaction of revenge, and justice, but I didn’t get it. Adele says she understands, but she doesn’t have any sympathy, not for Sullivan and not for me, either. We both see the obvious connections between Sullivan and me. Then one of us dies in front of his family.
“He told me that he didn’t kill Maria,” I tell Adele during the session.
“So what, Alex? You know he was a liar. A psychopath. Killer. Sadist. Piece of dog shit.”
“Yes, all of that and more. But I think I believe him. I do. I just don’t understand what it means yet. Another mystery to solve.”
In another session, we talk about a road trip I made to Wake Forest, North Carolina, which is north of Raleigh. I took the new R350, the family car, the crossover vehicle. I went down there to visit Kayla Coles, to talk to her, to stare into her eyes when she talked to me.
Kayla was in great shape, mentally and physically, and said that she liked her life down there more than she’d expected. She told me that she was staying in Raleigh. “Lots of people to help down here in North Carolina, Alex,” she said. “And the quality of life, for me anyway, is better than in Washington. Stay around awhile and check it out.”
“Was that an invitation Kayla was giving you?” Adele asks after a silence between us.
“Could have been. An invitation she knew I wouldn’t accept.”
“Because?”
“Because? Because
I’m Alex Cross,” I say.
“And that isn’t going to change, is it? I’m just asking. Not as a therapist, Alex, as your friend.”
“I don’t know if it is. I want to change some things about my life. That’s why I’m here. Besides the fact that I kind of enjoy shooting the breeze with you. All right, the answer is no, I’m not going to change all that much.”
“Because you’re Alex Cross?”
“Yes.”
“Good,” says Adele. “That’s a start. And Alex ?”
“Yeah?”
“I enjoy shooting the breeze with you too. You’re one of a kind.”