Kill Alex Cross

to handle, but that didn’t last long. Within a minute, his limbs started to go slack. Every sound he made got a little weaker, until they’d ebbed into a kind of lazy, constant hum. He shuddered the way we sometimes do at the edge of sleep. He wasn’t completely out, but he was completely useless, for the time being.
    “That’s it,” Ned said. “We’re good to go.”
    We hustled him into some pants and down the stairs, holding him up, dragging his legs. At the door, I threw a jacket over his shoulders to hide the cuffs. Then we walked him out to the car in a tight group.
    As we took off, I had no doubt in my mind that, ultimately, we were doing the right thing. Rodney Glass knew where Ethan and Zoe were. He had to know . But God help us if I was wrong, I thought.
    In fact, God help us, period.
    We were kidnapping Glass.

“ WAKE UP. WAKE up right now!”
    It all happened very fast. Hala hadn’t meant to fall asleep. Now someone was there, shining a bright light in her eyes. By instinct, her hand went straight to the Sig in her lap. Before she could reach it, the point of another pistol came out of the light. It stopped just short of her forehead.
    “Don’t, sister!” the other woman said. “Please. We’re from The Family. We’ve come to get you. We’re only here to help.”
    “Hala?” Tariq was just stirring. The infection in his hand had left him feverish and bleary. “What’s going on?”
    “I don’t know,” she said. “Someone is here. They say they’re from The Family.”
    “We have to hurry,” a man’s voice said. “And I’ll take that weapon.”
    Her finger tensed on the trigger. “I don’t think so,” she said.
    “Sister, listen to me.” The woman took a step back now and lowered the light. Her voice was calm. Sisterly . “You placed an overseas call. One that you meant to be intercepted, isn’t that so?”
    Hala stared up at the two strangers, but it was impossible to gauge their faces in the dark. It was also hard to think clearly. They hadn’t eaten or even had a sip of water in over twenty-four hours. Still, it was hard to argue with the information these people had. And what option was there, anyway?
    “All right,” she said, and put the butt of the Sig into the man’s outstretched hand. “But I’m going to want that back.”
    “Of course,” the man said.
    The Al Dossaris were made to stand and lift their shirts next, to show there were no wires or listening devices of any kind. Then they were each frisked.
    “Just a precaution,” the woman assured them. When her hand passed over the pocket in Hala’s skirt, she took the two cyanide capsules as well. “You won’t be needing these anymore,” she said. “You’re heroes. Both of you. Everyone in The Family honors your name and what you’ve done.”
    For the first time in days, Hala smiled.
    A black Toyota 4Runner was waiting at the top of the alley. In the streetlight, Hala saw that the two strangers both had olive skin and dark eyes. The woman’s hair was bleached blond, and the man’s head was shaved to a rough stubble, his scalp tattooed with an Arabian falcon at the back. In their tailored black clothing, they looked as if they could have just come from one of Washington’s trendier clubs. For all Hala knew, they had. She pushed Tariq into the backseat, then got in beside him.
    “My husband’s been shot in the hand by the American police ,” she said as soon as they’d pulled away. “I’m going to need antibiotics, disinfectant —”
    “Here.” The woman handed a plastic grocery bag over the seat. “This will have to do for the moment. We need to get you out of Washington before we do anything else.”
    When Hala looked inside the bag, she almost wept with relief. There were bottles of water, chocolate bars, a jar of almonds, a first-aid kit, and a small pharmacy bottle of amoxicillin. Two weeks ago, she might have wondered how all of this was even possible, but she’d learned — just like the Americans — never to underestimate the power and resources of The Family.
    She took Tariq’s good hand in hers and gave it a reassuring squeeze. If he’d had his way back in that disgusting alley, she knew, he would have been dead by now.
    “Thank you,” she said to the two in front.
    “No,” the other woman said. “Thank The Family. And thank Allah.”

MAHONEY DROVE. SAMPSON sat in front. I took the backseat with Glass, who was as high as a kite by now. His eyes occasionally rolled up