Get down, get down! Get below the windows!’ I yelled at Vj Jamilla.
I was afraid she might be hit by rifle fire. Kyle could be out there, and I knew that he could shoot. She went down and lay facing me, and also the man I had tackled coming in the door. He looked as confused as I felt. Who the hell was he? What had just happened? And where was Kyle?
Jamilla had her service revolver pointed1 at his chest. Her hand was amazingly steady. His nose was bleeding badly from where I’d hit him. He was well-built, probably early thirties, short-haired, a light-skinned black man.
Everything was complete chaos2 in my brain.
‘Who the hell are you? Who are you?’ I yelled at the dazed, bleeding man on the floor.
‘FBI,’ he panted. ‘I’m a Federal agent. Put down the gun. Put it down now.’
Jamilla was yelling too. ‘I’m San Francisco PD, and I’m definitely not putting down my gun, mister. What are you doing in my apartment?’ she shouted. I could almost see her mind working and she wasn’t thinking nice thoughts.’Talk to us!’ He shook his head. ‘I don’t have to answer your questions. Wallet’s in the rear left pocket. Badge and ID. I’m FBI, goddamnit!’ ‘Stay down,’I yelled.’There could be someone outside with a gun.
Did Kyle Craig send you here?’ I asked.
The look on the agent’s face answered the question for me, but he refused to confirm or deny. T told you, I don’t have to answer questions.’
‘You sure as hell do.’Jamilla got in the last word. I did the only thing I could under the circumstances - I called the FBI.
Four agents from the San Francisco office got to the apartment at a little past five in the morning. We were wary3 of the windows, though I doubted that Kyle was still nearby. Or even in San Francisco. The Mastermind was a step ahead. I should have known, and in a way I had known that he wouldn’t do the expected.
During the next couple of hours, exasperated4 agents from the Bureau tried to reach Kyle Craig. They couldn’t and it shook them up. They began to give some credence5 to my story that Kyle might be the man behind murders going back several years. Kyle had sent the agent to Jamilla’s apartment and ordered him to break in. He’d told the agent that someone had murdered an SFPD Inspector6 and Alex Cross inside.
Then things started to get really hot.
I was the one who heated them up.
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