He checked the closet for false sides. “Nothing. Just the sleazy porn collection. He's not the husband and daddy of the year, but I guess we knew that already.”

I kept looking, but I didn't think I'd find anything incriminating. “He must keep the good stuff somewhere else. I guess we should go. Leave everything the way it is. I want Starkey to know we were here.”

“Might get Tom in some trouble with the missus,” Sampson said, and winked.

“Good deal. He should be in trouble with somebody.”

Sampson and I walked back through the house and out the side door again. Birds were chirping in the trees. How sweet. The sun was a brilliant white-gold orb in blue skies. Nice town, Rocky Mount.

A blue CMC Suburban was parked out front. Starkey, Harris and Griffin were waiting for us.

Three Blind Mice.

Also, three against two.

Alex Cross 8 - Four Blind Mice

Chapter Eighty-Four

No point in being subtle. Sampson and I took our guns out. We held them with the barrels down, not pointed at anyone. The three of them didn't appear to be armed. Just a friendly little game, right.

“Nothing's going to happen here,” Starkey called to us. “This is where my wife and children live. It's a good neighborhood. Decent people in all these houses up and down the street.”

“And it's also where you keep your porn collection,” I said. “S&M, bondage. Memories of your sweethearts from the war.”

He smiled thinly, nodded. “That too. You're detectives, right? DC? Friends of Sergeant Ellis Cooper. Seems to me that you're a long ways from home. Why don't you go back to Washington? It's safer there than here in Rocky Mount. Believe it or not.”

“We know what you've done,” I told him. “Most of it anyway. We don't know why yet. That'll come. We're getting close. The An Lao Valley in Vietnam? What happened there, Colonel Starkey? It was real bad, right? Things got out of control. Why is Three Blind Mice still working?”

Starkey didn't deny the murders or anything else I said. “There's nothing you can do to us. Like I said, I think you should go home now. Consider this a friendly warning. We're not bad guys. We're just doing our job.”

“What if we don't go?” Sampson asked. “What if we continue the investigation here in Rocky Mount? You killed a friend of mine.”

Starkey clasped his hands together, then he looked at Harris and Griffin. I could tell they weren't into friendly warnings.

“Don't come near any of our houses again,” Starkey said. His eyes were cold and hard. The assassin. We're not bad guys. We're a whole lot worse than that.

Brownley Harris pushed himself away from the hood of the Suburban. “You hear what the man said? You two niggers listening? You oughtta be. Now clear the fuck out of here and don't ever come back. You don't come to a man's house with this shit. Not the way it's done, you hear? You fucking hear me?”