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Another few seconds. Then Fowler said, very quietly, very calmly, “I will frisk you when you come in, Cross. If I find you’re carrying a gun, I’m going to kill you. And then I’ll kill a hostage or two. Starting with the good Dr. Quack N. Cash.” “I don’t need a gun to have a conversation,” I said, and I handed my Glock to McGoey. Fifteen seconds passed. Then Fowler’s voice came again. “Jeremy, go open the front door for Mr. Cross. I’m going to be right behind you, buddy. So don’t even think about running out of the house. Understand? Okay, get going.” I guess the boy didn’t go fast enough, because I heard this father, on Christmas Eve, shout at his elevenyear-old-son, “Move, Jeremy, or I will kick your fucking obscenely obese ass until you do!” I looked at my watch. It was almost midnight when I got my jacket and hat and headed toward the Nicholsons’ house. I walked through the now empty shelter and out into the falling snow thinking that I should have been with my family right then, at St. Anthony’s, singing “O Little Town of Bethlehem” to start Midnight Mass.

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Merry Christmas Alex Cross F1

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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...