I had to say goodbye to Jamilla Hughes again, and each time it was a little harder. We’d been through so much together in such a short time. I made her promise to be extremely careful, even paranoid, for the next few days. She promised. Finally I got on another plane out of San Francisco International.
The mysterious phone calls had stopped, but that was scary and unsettling too. I didn’t know where Kyle was, or what he was doing. Was he still watching me? Had he somehow followed me back to Washington? I shouldn’t be having thoughts like that, but I was, and I couldn’t stop them from coming.
Did he have binoculars1 focused on me as I walked up the sidewalk to myAuntTia’s house in Chapel2 Gate, Maryland, about fifteen miles from Baltimore? How could he know I was here? Why, because that’s what he did for a living. Could he get past Sampson and me? I didn’t think so. But how could I know with complete certainty. The kids were enjoying their short vacation with AuntTia. She had always spoiled them, just as she had spoiled me as a kid. ‘Same old, same old’ she liked to say when she served you a piece of hot pie in the middle of the afternoon, or gave you an unexpected present. Nana was more understanding than I thought she would be. I think she liked being with her ‘little sister’. Tia was younger than Nana, ‘only seventy-eight’, but she was spry, very contemporary in her outlook, and she was a fabulous3 cook. That night, she and Nana made penne with gorgonzola cheese, broccoli4 rabe, and sock-it tome cake. I ate as if it were my last meal.
Then the kids and I played and talked until the outrageous5 hour of eleven o’clock, way past their usual bedtime. They are by no means perfect, but the good times with them certainly outweigh6 the bad. I tend to talk more about the good, and why not. I’m a father and I love Damon, Jannie and little Alex more than life itself. Maybe that says something, too.
I went back to Washington the following morning. A team of FBI agents had been assigned to my family. It was the kind of attention I’d hoped we would never need. Frankly7, it scared the hell out of me. That afternoon, I attended a meeting at the FBI building and learned that more than four hundred agents were assigned to finding and capturing Kyle Craig. So far, nothing had gotten out to the press, and Director Burns wanted to keep it that way. So did I. More than that, I wanted to catch Kyle quickly, hopefully before he killed again. But who would he kill? Who might Kyle go after next?
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