“You want watch? Or go?” the man asked. His voice was surprisingly calm. “You free to go, Detective.”

I looked into his eyes. “Go,” I said.

The Ghost Shadow helped me to my feet, took off my cuffs, then he led me away. He threw me rags to clean up with. A second man brought my clothes and shoes. They were both respectful.

Then I was brought to the gates of West Point, near 9W, where I was released unharmed. I had no doubt that those were Tran Van Luu's explicit orders.

I ran to get help for General Hutchinson and his men, but I knew I was already too late.

The Foot Soldier had killed them.

Alex Cross 8 - Four Blind Mice

Chapter One Hundred and Fourteen

Ron Burns finally reached me at home the following afternoon. I was up in my office, standing at the bay window looking down on Fifth Street and the rest of the neighborhood.

Jannie was on the front lawn teaching little Alex how to play tag. She was even letting her brother win, but that wouldn't last long.

Burns was saying, “Alex, I just got off the phone with a special agent named Mel Goodes. He called me from a small town in upstate New York called Ellenville.You ever hear of Ellenville?”

“Actually, no. But I think I've been there recently,” I said. "Have

I?"

“Yeah, you have,” Burns said. “That's where they took you from West Point.”

“What was Agent Goodes doing in Ellenville?” I asked.

“We were called in by the local police from up that way. They were puzzled and, frankly, shocked, by a mess some local deer hunters found in the mountains this morning.”

“I'll bet they were. Three murder victims. A grotesque death scene. Ritualistic.”

“Three unidentified males. It really shook up the locals. They blocked off half the mountain. The victims had severe cuts and electrical burns all over their bodies. The initial police report said they'd been ”sodomized slash cauterized. “The faces had been painted.”

“Red, white and blue.”

I was only half listening now. Jannie was teaching little Alex how to lose at tag. He started to cry, and she picked him up and hugged him. She looked up at my window and waved. She had it all under control. That was Jannie. Meanwhile, I was thinking about torture, terrorism, things that happen in the name of war. Jihad. Whatever. When would it stop? Probably never, or not until somebody blew up our beloved planet. How totally insane of us.

“I was wondering if you could shed any more light on the three murders?” Burns asked. “Can you, Alex?”

I waved back to the kids, then I walked over to my desk and sat down. There was a picture of Maria with Jannie and Damon when they were little. I wondered what she would have thought of all this. The kids? Me? Jamilla? Murder victims painted the colors of the American flag?

Two of the victims are probably General Mark Hutchinson and a Colonel named Walker. The third man is a PFC at West Point. I didn't catch his name. Hutchinson was responsible for some atrocities over thirty years ago in Vietnam. It finally caught up with him."