Nothing ever starts where we think it does. I kept remembering that Kyle had done nearly all of the TV and print interviews after the capture of Peter Westin in the foothills outside Santa Cruz. He’d wanted the praise. He’d wanted to be the star, the only one. In a way, that’s what he was now: the brightest star of all. I had one decent idea about what to do next, something proactive that might bother Kyle. I contacted the FBI and discussed it with Director Burns. He liked it too.
At four o’clock that afternoon, a press conference was called in the lobby of the FBI building. Director Burns was there to speak briefly1 and then to introduce me. Burns stated in no uncertain terms that I would be involved in the manhunt until Kyle Craig was brought to justice, and that Kyle would definitely be caught. I was wearing a black leather car coat and I buttoned it up as I stepped up to the mikes. I was playing this for all it was worth. I wanted to look self-important. I wanted to look like the star. Not Kyle. This was my manhunt. Not his. He was the prey2. There was the usual mechanical buzz and hum of cameras, the incessant3 flashes, and all those inquiring minds of the press, those cynical4 eyes staring up at me, waiting for answers that I couldn’t give them. It set my nerves on edge.
My voice was as grave and important-sounding as I could make it.
‘My name is Alex Cross. I’m a homicide detective in DC. I’ve worked closely with Special Agent In Charge Kyle Craig over the past five years. I know him extremely well.’ I went into some detail on our past together. I tried to sound like a pompous5 know-it-all. The doctor detective.
‘Kyle has been helpful in solving a few murders. He was a competent number two, excellent support for me. He was an overachiever type, but a tireless worker.
‘We will capture him soon, but Kyle, if you can hear me, wherever you are, I urge you to listen closely. Give yourself up. I can help you. I’ve always been able to help. Give yourself up to me. It’s the only chance you have.’
I paused and stared into the TV cameras, then I stepped back slowly from the microphones. The camera flashes were everywhere. They were treating me like the star now. Just as I had hoped they would.
Director Burns said a few more words about his concern for public safety and the extent of the FBI manhunt. He thanked me profusely6 for being there.
As I stood beside Director Burns, I continued to stare out into the TV cameras. I knew that Kyle would be looking right at me. I was sure that he’d see this segment, and that it would infuriate him. I was sending Kyle a clear message, a challenge. Come and get me, if you can. You’re not the Mastermind anymore - I am.
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