Kill Alex Cross

He’d been to medical school. Of course he was bright.
    “How many times do I have to say this?” he asked, less than a minute into the interview. “I was treating Ryan Townsend for a bloody nose just after Ethan and Zoe went missing. I’ve got Ryan himself, not to mention at least one Secret Service agent, to back me up on this. So can someone please explain what I’m doing here?”
    He had a cocky, almost adolescent quality to him, all the way down to his NBA kicks. Was that part of the act, too? Just another way to get the kids at Branaff to trust him? I also had the impression Glass had taken something, maybe even just a Klonopin, to keep himself loose while he was here. He certainly knew his way around pharmaceuticals.
    “What about just before Ethan and Zoe disappeared?” I asked. “Where were you then?”
    “Isn’t this already in your files, or whatever?” he asked.
    “Humor us,” Lindley said. After our initial argument, Peter and I had agreed on one thing. Now that Glass was here, we needed to hit him with everything we had. And maybe some things we didn’t have.
    “I was in the faculty restroom, okay? Taking a dump, if you really want to know.”
    Lindley scribbled something in his file.
    “And how long does it take to walk from the faculty restroom back to the infirmary?” I asked.
    Glass shook his head and frowned. “I don’t know. A minute and a half? You tell me.”
    “Just about a minute and a half,” I said. “But you weren’t coming back from the restroom, were you?”
    “And that’s not really a question, is it?” he said.
    “It also takes about a minute and a half to get back from the tunnel under the school, if you hurry,” I told him. “I timed it myself.”
    “Yeah, good for you,” he said.
    I hated this guy. I really did. The stakes couldn’t have been higher, and I was feeling edgier by the second. I didn’t care anymore that he’d lost a son. That didn’t excuse what he was doing now.
    “Before that, you were using the phone from Emma Allison’s locker to send Zoe Coyle a text. One that would get her down into that tunnel just after homeroom,” I went on. “I guess the only thing I’m wondering is whether you planned for Ethan to be there, too, or if you had to improvise.”
    Glass actually grinned and looked around at everyone else in the room. There were five of us, including two of Lindley’s agents, recording the interview with a camera and a laptop.
    “Why do I feel like I’m being set up here?” he said right into the camera.
    Lindley put down his pen and closed the file in front of him as if we were just getting started.
    “Mr. Glass, was there some sort of incident, between you and your ex-wife in March of 2007?” he asked.
    Glass did an exaggerated double take, looking back and forth between Lindley and me. “I’m getting whiplash in here. What are you talking about? I’m lost.”
    “She says you drugged her and held her hostage for three days, shortly after the death of your son.”
    “ What? ” His face dropped. For the first time, he actually seemed surprised. “So this is how you want to play it? The dead-kid card? Are you joking?”
    I stood up. I couldn’t sit still for this anymore. “Do we look like we’re joking?” I said.
    Lindley went on in the same monotone. He stayed in his seat. “Would you be willing to show us where you took her?” he asked.
    “ I can’t! ” Glass shouted at him. “I can’t — because it never happened! Did you even bother to check Molly’s medical records? She had a complete breakdown after Zach died. I’m talking clinical. So if she thinks I held her hostage, or whatever, that’s her problem, not mine.”
    “You know, your compassion’s a little underwhelming,” I said.
    “Yeah, so’s your police work,” he shot back. “Jesus. If Ethan and Zoe do wind up dead, at least we’ll all know whose fault it is.”
    That was it. I snapped. The next thing I knew, I was halfway across the table with two handfuls of Glass’s shirt.
    “Where are they?” I yelled.
    “Alex!”
    “ Where are they? ”
    It was a moment of pure adrenaline. If I could have split open his head for the information, I might have done it.
    “Get him out of here!” Lindley shouted behind me.
    “This isn’t going to bring back your son!” I told him. “Give it up, Glass — for God’s sake! Don’t let those kids die!”
    I was still yelling as they pulled me out into the hall. The last thing I saw