Violets Are Blue

thought about Casanova, the Gentleman Caller, about Kate Mc Tiernan, who’d been abducted in North Carolina. Why was
that
on my mind now? What was the connection? I couldn’t get the lurid and devastating murder scenes out of my head.
    Not Jamilla. Don’t let this happen again. Don’t let her get hurt.
    As I sat there worrying, my phone rang. I answered immediately.
    It was him. He was playing his cruel games. He seemed so close.
    “Where are you, Dr. Cross? I thought you were heading home to kith and kin. Maybe it’s time that you did. Your work is done out here. There’s nothing more you can do. Nothing at all. We wouldn’t want anything to happen to Nana Mama and the kids, would we? That would be the worst thing, wouldn’t it?
The absolute worst
.”

Chapter 95

    I IMMEDIATELY called Nana in Washington. Either she wasn’t there or she was still mad at me and wasn’t picking up the phone.
Damn it. Answer the phone, Nana
.
    I frantically called home again, but there was still no answer.
Pick up, pick up! Damn it — pick up the phone
!
    Sweat had begun to coat my neck and forehead. This was my darkest nightmare, my worst fear come true. What could I do from out here?
    I called Sampson and told him to rush over to my house, then get back to me immediately. He didn’t question me for a second.
    “I’m sending a squad car now. It will be there in minutes. I’ll be right behind it. I’ll get back to you, Alex,” he said.
    I sat in the car and anxiously waited for Sampson’s call. My head was spinning with all kinds of terrible thoughts and images. There was nothing I could do — not for Jamilla if she was in trouble, not for my own family back in Washington.
    I thought about the Mastermind and the way he’d operated in the past. There were always dramatic taunts and barbs — and then, when I least expected it, he would act, he would make a strike to the heart.
    When I least expected it.
    Action, not words.
    Horrible murders.
    He knew I hadn’t returned to Washington; did he know for sure that I was in San Francisco?
    I couldn’t focus as much as I needed to. Was it possible that he was right here on Jamilla’s street? Was the killer watching me now? He had shown that he was smart enough to follow me and not be seen. Did he want a showdown?
    The cell phone rang again. My heart jumped in my chest. I fumbled with the buttons.
    “Cross,” I said.
    “Everybody’s okay, Alex. I’m at the house with Nana and the kids. They’re safe and sound. They’re with me now.”
    I shut my eyes and sighed in relief. “Put her on,” I told Sampson. “Don’t take no for an answer from her. I need to talk to Nana about what we’re going to do next.”

Chapter 96

    SAMPSON PROMISED to stay with Nana and the kids until I could get home. There was no one that I trusted more, no one in the world they would be safer with. Still, I couldn’t be sure, and that was a terrible weight to carry. I didn’t feel I could leave California until I had at least located Jamilla and knew she was safe.
    Finally, I called Tim Bradley at the
Examiner
. He didn’t know where she was, or even that she’d taken a day off from work. Maybe she had needed to get away from town — to get away from being a homicide detective?
    I was beginning to feel that maybe I had made a mistake by stopping in San Francisco. The longer I sat on the street outside her house, the more convinced I was of it. Maybe the job was finally getting to me. The instincts go first.
    Every time I considered leaving, I remembered the night I arrived at Betsey Cavalierre’s house, saw her dead body.
    And besides, instincts had gotten me here in my career.
    Feelings, gut reactions, experiences from the past.
    Maybe just plain stubbornness.
    I stayed on surveillance, stayed at my post. I got out of the car a couple of times, walked a little up and down the block. Climbed back in the car. Waited some more. I felt more than a little ridiculous, but I wouldn’t give in to it. I checked in with Sampson again. Everything was okay at home. Another homicide detective I know, Jerome Thurman, had arrived at the house too. Double duty against the Mastermind. Was that enough protection?
    Then I saw Jamilla coming up the street in her Saab. I actually clapped my hands together. I smacked the dashboard with my palm.
Yes. Thank God she was safe. There she was
!
    She parked about half a block from her house on Texas Street and got out, pulling a University of San Francisco