I told Burns almost everything I knew about the night before. As always, he was a good listener. I appreciated that more and more. And I was beginning to think that I trusted him.

“You know who killed the three West Pointers?” he finally asked.

I thought about that for a moment, then I said that I didn't. Technically, that was true. Burns asked a few more questions, but he accepted what I'd told him. I liked that. It meant that he accepted my judgment. I made another judgment then and there about the FBI director.

“I'll come and work for you,”I told him. “I'll join the FBI. Like you said, it'll be fun.”

“Who says the offer is still open?” Burns said, and laughed. I liked that, too.

Alex Cross 8 - Four Blind Mice

EPILOGUE

THE GARTER

Alex Cross 8 - Four Blind Mice

Chapter One Hundred and Fifteen

The last thing I expected this year was a big, joyful wedding. I stood holding Jamilla's hand and looking out over the beautiful grounds in Church Falls, Virginia.

The setting was a sprawling meadow behind a small restaurant-inn. Yellow and white lights had been strung in the elm trees and along the patio rails. Everywhere I looked there were roses, and marigolds, and simple but quite beautiful English daisies.

The bride was absolutely gorgeous in a simple white satin gown, with no fussy train or veils. The dress was in the Empire style and draped elegantly on Billie's small frame. She wore a necklace and earrings made from brightly colored courie shells to celebrate her African -American heritage. Her hair was swept back in a chignon with sprigs of baby breath tucked in just so. Billie couldn't have looked happier. Her smile was radiant all through the day.

Sampson never stopped smiling either. He was dressed in a dove gray suit, and I swear he looked like a prince. A

friend of ours, Reverend Jeffrey Campbell, had agreed to perform the ceremony in front of nearly a hundred of us who loved John and Billie with all our hearts.

Reverend Campbell asked if we would do everything in our power to support this new family in the community? “We will!” everyone answered with great enthusiasm and warmth.

The reception followed and I got to say a few words in a champagne toast.

"I have known this large man since we were both small boys. At least I was a boy. He has always been a part of our family, and always will be. John is loyal to his friends, his word is the truth, he's honorable, kind, generous, sweet believe it or not which is why he is my best friend in all the world. I have not known Billie quite as long. But I already like her a lot better than John.

To a long, happy life together. I love you, John and Billie. Now let's hear some music. Let's dance until tomorrow."

John and his wife danced to' Let Stay Together'. Then Jamilla and I joined in with several other couples. “Nice wedding,” she said. “I like John and Billie as a couple. They're great.” Folks started to stack their plates with food coconut chicken, and cornbread stuffing, dumplings, dirty rice, greens. Everybody was snapping pictures with the single-use cameras left on each table. Billie's best friend from nursing school sang' Our Love Is Here to Stay and it was good. John and I got together on "Sexual Healing and it was pretty bad, which was why it was so good. The children were underfoot at all times. And