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anyway had been fingerprinted. I thought they d probably show up somewhere, in
somebody s files, maybe even in Kyle Craig s old notes from his FBI days.
I finally sent the family home, and Bree and I went to look in on our
captive. We watched Anthony through a window while a post-op medical team
got him stabilized for transfer. He was handcuffed to a hospital bed and lay
there the whole time, staring at the ceiling. I d seen this stillness in him
earlier that day. It was impossible to read.Was it defeat? Calculation?
Boredom ? The answers would help us know whether he was headed for a
penitentiary or a psych ward.
The names are Aaron and Sarah Dennison.
I turned to see Ramon Davies standing behind us. IAFIS turned Aaron up. He s
wanted in two states that we know of so far. California and Nevada. Aaron was
a suspect in two murder cases, one in each state. His sister Sarah s record
was clean. They did some acting in Vegas, Tahoe, Sacramento mostly regional
theater.
Where were they right before DC? Do we know that? I asked the
superintendent.
In and out of LA. Why?
I shook my head and looked back through the window at him Aaron, not Anthony.
Just curious if any of it was the truth, the things he told me. LA would be
where he followed the case with Michael Bell. The Mary, Mary case. He must
have been in touch with Kyle Craig from there too.
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What about the Webcast? Bree asked. We have any idea how many people saw
it?
Davies looked from her face to mine. Let s just say if you ever wanted to
sell your story, now would be a good time. We laughed but only because there
was nothing we could do about the reach and popularity of the Webcast.
He basically got what he wanted, didn t he? Bree said. He got famous,
anyway. She ll be famous now too. As disciples of Kyle Craig, at the least.
I turned away from the window, suddenly done looking at him, and done with
this case. Hope it was worth it,Anthony .
I heard a shout that was muffled by the observation window. I looked back.
Dead man walking! Aaron yelled. That s what you are, Cross.
Epilogue
LAST DAYS
IDIDN T HEAR anything from Kyle Craig, which didn t completely surprise me.
He d made terrible threats, but if he had wanted me dead, he would have done
it. He had his chance in the alleyway. So the next few days passed quickly for
me, but probably slowly for Damon. My boy was leaving home.
By the time we were packing the car to send him off to his first semester at
Cushing Academy, he was showing his emotions on a fairly regular basis. Cool
just didn t cut it for him anymore.
He and I spent the final couple of days driving up to Massachusetts together.
We stopped to see our cousin Jimmy at the Red Hat in Irvington, and had a fine
meal and listened to some jazz, then continued on our way. I noticed thatI was
showing my emotions on a regular basis now too. I figured that was a good
thing, growth maybe. I was troubled by my life, though. I wondered if I had a
soul anymore. All these killings, understanding the killers . . .
So you know when Family Weekend is? Damon asked me as we got close to
Sturbridge, Massachusetts.
Don t worry, it s already on my calendar. I ll be there with bells on.
Well, if you have a case or whatever, I understand.
Damon. I waited for him to look at me. I ll be there. No matter what.
Dad. He gave me a grown-up stare and a little frown he d inherited from
Nana Mama. It s okay. I know you ll come if you can. It wasn t quite like
looking at myself across the front seat, but there was no closer copy in the
world.
You re going to have a great year, Day. In school and on the basketball
court. I m really proud of you. One hundred percent.
Thanks. I think you re going to have a great year too. Keep an eye on Bree.
She s good for you. Everybody thinks so. Your decision, though. Of course.
Just then, my cell phone rang.What now ? I had a crazy thought to throw the
damn thing right out the car window.
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And that s what I did.
And Damon clapped, and we laughed as if it were the funniest thing I d ever
done. Maybe it was too.
We arrived at the school in Ashburnham, Massachusetts, and it was so
gorgeous, such an eyeful, that I wished I could spend the next four years
there myself, relive my youth, or something like that.
A message was waiting for me at the admin building. It was from
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