Kate slipped silently out of bed. Not a sound. She felt the roughness and coolness of the floorboards under her bare feet. It sent a wake-up call to her brain, and she moved into a fighting stance.
Whap! A gloved hand came down hard over her mouth and nose, and she thought she heard cartilage crack in her nose.
Then a large and very strong male body tackled her. All of his weight was pressing her into the cool, hard floorboards, pinning her down.
Athlete. Her brain was computing every bit of information. She tried to stay clear and focused.
Very powerful. Trained! He was cutting off her air supply. He knew precisely what he was doing. Trained! It wasn't a glove that he was wearing, she realized. It was a cloth.
Thick with dampness. It was suffocating her.
Was he using chloroform? No, it was odorless. Maybe ether? Halothane?
Where would he get anesthetic supplies?
Kate's thinking was getting fuzzy, and she was afraid she was going to black out. She had to get him off of her.
Bracing her legs, she twisted her body hard to the left and threw all of her weight away from her attacker, toward the pale, shadowy bedroom wall. Suddenly, she was out of his grasp, free.
“Bad idea, Kate,” he said in the darkness.
He knew her name!
Alex Cross 2 - Kiss the Girls
CHAPTER 18.
THE STRIKE of a hawk ... timing was everything. Now, timing was survival, Kate understood.
She tried desperately to stay alert, but the powerful drug from the dampened cloth had started to act. Kate managed a three-quarter-speed sidekick, aiming at his groin. She felt something hard. Oh, shit! He was prepared for her. He had on an athlete's cup to protect his mushy genitals. He knew her strengths. Oh, God, no. How did he know so much about her?
“Not nice, Kate,” he whispered. “Definitely not hospitable. I know about your karate. I'm fascinated by you.” Her eyes were wild. Her heart was hammering so loudly she thought he might hear it. He was scaring the living shit out of her. He was strong and fast, and knew about her karate, knew what her next move would be.
“Help me! Somebody, please help!” she shrieked as loudly as she could. Kate was just trying to scare him off with her screams. There was nobody within half a mile of the house on Old Ladies Lane.
Powerful hands like claws grabbed at her and managed to catch her arm just above the wrist. Kate howled as she ripped herself away.
He was more powerful than any of the advanced black belts at her karate school in Chapel Hill. Animal, Kate thought. Savage animal ... very rational and crafty. Professional athlete?
The most important lesson her sensei at the dojo had taught her broke through the numbing fear and chaos of the moment: Avoid all fights.
Whenever possible, run from a fight. There it was the best of hundreds of years of experience in martial arts. Those who never fight, always live to fight another day.
She ran from her bedroom and down the familiar, narrow, twisting hallway. Avoid all fights. Run from a fight, she told herself. Run, run, run.
The apartment seemed darker than usual that night. She realized that he'd closed every curtain and blind. He'd had the presence of mind.
The calmness. The plan of action.
She had to be better than him, better than his plan. A saying of Sun-tzu's hammered through her head: “A victorious army wins its victories before seeking battle.” The intruder thought exactly like Sun-tzu and her sensei. Could it be someone from her karate dojo?
Kate managed to reach the living room. She couldn't see a thing. He had closed the curtains in there, too. Her vision and sense of balance were definitely way off. There were two of just about every shape and shifting shadow in the room. Goddamn him! Goddamn him! ... Floating in the soft, drug-induced haze, she thought of the other women who had disappeared in Orange and Durham counties. She'd heard on the news that another body had been found. A young mother of two children.
She had to get out of the house. Maybe the fresh air would help to revive her. She stumbled to the front door.
Something was blocking her way. He had pushed the sofa against the door! Kate was too weak to shoulder it away.
In desperation she screamed out again. “Peter! Come help me! Help me, Peter!” "Oh, shut up, Kate. You don't even see Peter Mcgrath anymore. You think he's a bloody fool. Besides, his house is seven miles away.
Seven point three miles. I checked." His voice was so calm and rational. Just another day at the office of psycho-pathology. And he definitely knew her, knew all about Peter Mcgrath, knew everything.
He was somewhere close behind her in the electrifying darkness. There was no urgency or panic in his voice. This was a day at the beach for him.
Kate moved quickly to her left, away from the voice, away from the human monster inside her house.
Excruciating pain suddenly shot through her body, and she let out a low groan.
She'd clipped her shin on the too-low, too-dumb-for-words glass table her sister Carole Anne had given her. It was Carole's well-meaning effort to class up the place. Ohhh, Christ, goddammit, how she hated that table. There was a shooting, throbbing pain in her left leg.
“Stub your toe, Kate? Why don't you stop trying to run around in the dark?” He laughed and it was such a normal-sounding laugh almost friendly. He was enjoying himself. This was a big game for him. A boy-girl game, in the dark.
“Who are you?” she screamed at him ... Suddenly, she thought: Could it be Peter? Has Peter gone mad?
Kate was close to passing out. The drug he had given her left her little strength to run anymore. He knew about her karate black belt.
He probably knew she spent time in the weight room, too.
She turned and a bright flashlight shone right in her eyes. Blinding light was beaming at her face.
He moved the flashlight away, but she still saw residual circles of light. She started to blink, and could barely make out the silhouette of a tall man. He was more than six feet tall, and had long hair.
She couldn't see his face, just a glimpse of his profile. Something was wrong with his face. Why was that? What was the matter with him?
Then she saw the gun.
“No, don't,” Kate said. “Please ... don't.” “Yes, do,” he whispered to her intimately, almost like a lover.
Then he calmly shot Kate Mctiernan point-blank in the heart.
Alex Cross 2 - Kiss the Girls
CHAPTER 19.
EARLY ON SUNDAY MORNING it got even worse on the Casanova case. I had to drive Sampson to Raleigh-Durham International Airport. He needed to be back on The Job in Washington that afternoon. Someone had to protect the capital while I was working down here.
The investigation was getting hotter and nastier now that the third woman's body had been found. Not only local police and FBI, but also field-and-game officials had joined in the physical search at the homicide site. Deputy Director Ronald Burns had been here last night.
Why was that?
Sampson gave me a bear hug at the American Airlines security gate. We must have looked like a couple of Washington Redskins linebackers after they won the Super Bowl, or maybe after they didn't even get into the play-offs in 1991.
“I know what Naomi means to you,” he whispered against the side of my skull. “I know some of what you're feeling. You need me again, you call.” We gave each other a quick kiss on the cheek, like Magic Johnson and Isiah Thomas used to before their NBA basketball games. That drew a few stares from the peanut gallery milling around the metal detectors.
Sampson and I love each other, and we're not ashamed to show it.
Unusual for tough-as-nails men of action like the two of us.
"Watch out for the Fed Bureau. Watch your back with the local folk.
Watch your front, too. I don't like Ruskin. I really don't like Sikes,“ Sampson continued to give me instructions. ”You'll find Naomi.
I have confidence in you. Always have. That's my story, and I'm sticking to it."
The Big Man finally walked away, and never once looked back.
I was all alone down South.
Chasing monsters again.