On the couch that had been in Nana's living room since I was a boy, I slept, finally. But not like a baby. That kind of sleep would never come to me again. The truth was, I had accepted that my family was gone, just like so many other families that had been murdered before them. Nothing would ever be the same for me again.

Chapter 155

I WAS WOKEN up early in the morning. Somebody was coming into the house!

I could tell that it was more than one person.

I jumped up from the couch, trying to collect my thoughts in a hurry, to focus on how to get to my gun in the den, when two men burst into the living room!

I was surprised-no, I was shocked-to see Steven Millard and Merrill Snyder from the CIA. Millard spoke first.

“Detective Cross, we didn't know you were here. We-”

Someone else walked into the living room behind Millard and Snyder. My God, it was Ali.

And he looked all right to me-unharmed.

He looked just incredible-safe, alive, home.

“Ali!” I called and went forward to him. “Ali”

“Daddy! Daddy!” he shrieked as he ran and threw himself into my outstretched arms. My little boy was crying and shaking uncontrollably.

No, no-I was the one crying and shaking. Ali was just holding on to me incredibly tightly. He kept repeating, “Daddy, Daddy, Daddy!” I couldn't hear the words enough times.

What was happening here? I wondered, looking to the CIA men for answers. Now I saw that Eric Dana and my friend Al Tunney had come to the house as well.

Then I heard, “Alex? Is that you in there? Alex, is that you?”

The voice was Nana's, but the next person entering the living room was Jannie.

She had her arms stretched out, and she was sobbing as she ran and crashed into my chest. “Oh, my sweet girl, my darling girl,” I whispered as she pressed into me. “Oh, Jannie, sweetheart. Oh, my baby, my baby.”

'I'm okay, we're okay,“ Jannie said. ”They kept us in a room. They asked us so many questions. We didn't know why, Daddy, we didn't know anything."

“No, of course you didn't.”

Then Nana slouched into the living room, and she looked terrible and wonderful all at the same time. She came to us, and then we were all group hugging. The CIA agents just looked on, warmly, it seemed to me, but they said nothing.

“They didn't harm us,” said Nana. “Thank God, we're all here together. We're all safe.”

That was enough for this unbelievable moment, the most emotional one of my life-we were all together, and we were safe.

Chapter 156

THE GOOD MOOD was broken by Steven Millard from the CIA. “Detective Cross, can we have a moment? Whenever you're ready,” he said.