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In his calm voice, Fowler said, “There goes your precious Ming vase and your cute little Swarovski crystal cigarette box, Diana. I just want you to fully understand the reality now: this room, your life, they are nothing but a great big shooting gallery to— ” Dr. Nicholson’s voice cut him off. “What’s wrong with you, Fowler? You’re nothing but— ” Another gunshot. Sweat was pouring off my brow. Children crying, but no other sounds. Then Fowler returned to his crazy screaming voice. “Listen, you pathetic quack! You’re the one I most want to put in the grave. Do you understand that? You’re the one I want to kill. Do you understand that?” There was no answer from the doctor. Then Fowler screamed, “Do you understand that, Barry?” “Listen to him, Barry. Please listen,” Diana begged. “I’m listening,” said the doctor, barely audibly. “And of course I understand.” Now Fowler spoke with quiet and controlled rage. “No one in this room should have anything to say, not anything. Not a word. But that’s especially true of you, quackster. So listen to me very carefully. If you say one more word, just one . . . more . . . word —if you make any sound at all, even a cough or a hiccup — I’m going to kill you. Nod your head yes if you understand the rules.” I assumed that Dr. Nicholson nodded, because Fowler’s voice came back to me as if he were returning to a business call he’d put on hold. “Hey, Cross. Sorry to keep you like that. You know how tough a courtroom can be.” 55

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Merry Christmas, Alex Cross: The First 18 Chapters  

It's Christmas Eve and Detective Alex Cross has been called out to catch someone who's robbing his church's poor box. That mission behind hi...

Merry Christmas, Alex Cross: The First 18 Chapters  

It's Christmas Eve and Detective Alex Cross has been called out to catch someone who's robbing his church's poor box. That mission behind hi...