I, Alex Cross

what was at stake. Her family.
    A moment later, there was a soft knock. "Esther?" It was her mother’s voice, and all at once, more than she could take. Her right hand flew up and clawed the tape off her mouth.
    "Run, Mummy! Man has a gun! Run!"
    Instead, the door to the bedroom flew open. For a moment, Esther saw the wide shape of her mother shadowed against the light from the hall.
    There was a soft popping sound, nothing like a regular gunshot, but Miranda Walcott clutched her chest and collapsed to the floor without another word.
    Now Esther was screaming — and couldn’t have stopped if she’d wanted to. Next she heard her father’s voice, coming closer. He was running!
    "
Esther? Miranda
?" he called out.
    The intruder left her side, heading for the door, and she threw herself after him, if only to catch his ankles, make him fall somehow.
    Instead, she hit the floor hard and again heard the awful popping sound.
    Something shattered in the hall, and her poor Bap crashed against the wall.
    Sparks of white light played at the edges of Esther’s vision, and the room swam even as she scrambled up onto the bed again. With both fists, she pushed and clawed through the screen mesh in the window.
    It wasn’t far to a patch of black sage bushes below, and she was more outside than in when strong hands latched onto her ankles and started to pull. Her body scraped hard over the wooden sill as she reversed direction.
    One more time, Esther screamed, knowing that the neighbors would hear, but also that it was too late to matter.
    They were going to kill everyone who knew anything.
    And anyone else in the way.

Chapter 81

    DAMON HAD COME home for the weekend, which was a great thing for everybody. I’d bought him a ticket and asked him to make the trip, partly because of Nana, partly because all of this upset was making us miss him more than ever.
    Anyway, I wanted the kids together in one place, even if it was only for a couple days.
    We started with a welcome home dinner for Day, including a lot of his favorites: Caesar salad for everyone, with anchovies for me; Nana’s sloppy joes in sourdough bowls that the younger two had hollowed out; and Jannie’s monkey bread for dessert. It was the first time she’d ever made the bread by herself, without Nana’s help. Everything about Day’s visit was happy and sad at the same time.
    It was interesting to see the changes around the house through Damon’s eyes. Jannie, Ali, and I had gotten used to Bree coordinating schedules, helping with homework, and putting meals on the table. For Damon, though, it was all new. Mostly, he didn’t comment other than a lot of "thank yous," which were much appreciated by Bree.
    I waited until we’d heard about life at Cushing Academy and had enjoyed our meal together before I steered the conversation around to Nana Mama.
    "Let’s talk about it," I finally said.
    Jannie gave a sigh. She was the one who kept the most informed, but emotionally, I think this was harder for her than anyone. She and Nana were incredibly close; they did everything together, and had since Jannie was a baby.
    "What do you mean, Dad?" Damon asked. "We all know what’s going on. Don’t we?"
    "Just what I said — we should talk. Nana could get better soon. That’s what we’re hoping for. Or she could be in a coma for a while. It’s also possible… that she won’t wake up again."
    "She could
die,
" Jannie said, a little rudely. "We get it, Dad. Even Ali does."
    I looked over at Ali, but he seemed all right so far. In his way, he was older than his age. Both Nana and I had talked to him like an adult, respected his intelligence, since he was around four years old. One of my theories, and Nana’s, about raising kids is that you cannot give them too much love, but that the environment inside your house has to bear a relationship to what they will face on the outside. So no excess coddling or making excuses for unacceptable behavior.
    I nodded Janelle’s way. "We all get it. We’re all sad and we’re angry. C’mere, everybody. Maybe I’m the only one who needs a little help right now."
    We gathered close for a group hug, and it was better that way, thinking about Nana without speaking.
    Bree was the first to break down, and then everybody was in tears. No shame in that, nothing but love on display. That may not work for all families, but it sure does for us.

Chapter 82

    BY MONDAY, I was ready to make my next move on the case. Her name was Wylie