“Alex!” I heard Bree call behind me. I didn't call back to her. I ran ahead and hoped she wouldn't follow, that she couldn't see me in the darkness. I wanted to get to the Tiger first, just me and him.
“Alex!” Bree shouted again. “Don't do it this way. Alex! Alex!”
I continued to track movement, the faint outline of a man running up ahead. Or just noise sometimes, the rustle of branches. I was concentrating on that-when a shadow flew at me out of the brush.
I spun sideways and fired a shot into the chest of a killer in a white tee and white baseball cap. One of the boys! He grunted and fell over in a heap. I kept on running after the Tiger.
He was moving fast, but so was I. Two downhill skiers on a dark slope. I was gaining on him a little but not enough. I didn't call out. I just ran with everything I had in me. There was nothing in my mind except catching him. No caution, not anymore. No fear for myself.
I could hear his heavy footfall, and his breathing, which sounded ragged. Still, I didn't call to him. I held my gun out-and I fired twice. I fired low so 1 wouldn't kill him by mistake. I needed to keep him alive so I could find out where my family was.
I didn't think I hit him, but he turned his body, and that caused him to stumble. I put on an extra burst of speed. I was gaining on him now. I could make out more details, see him clearly.
Then I dove for his legs!
I nearly missed, but I caught him around the ankles and he crashed down on his chest and face and hit his head hard on a rock.
I crawled over him on my hands and knees. Then I went up on my haunches and punched down with all my strength.
My fist connected with his jaw. Sweat and blood flew out to the sides.
“Fucker! Traitor!” he yelled at me, growling like a jungle cat under attack.
“My family-where are they? What happened to them?” I shouted.
Then I punched him again, with everything I had, all the anger and rage living inside. This time he lost a tooth, but he was strong, even hurt like this, and he finally threw me off.
Then he was on me! I shielded my head with my arms and he struck my wrist, perhaps breaking it, I thought. But I didn't make a sound. I arched my body several inches. I managed to grab him around the neck and hold on. I didn't know where the strength was coming from, or how long it would last.
I tried to head-butt him, and because of the odd angle I was at, I connected with his Adam's apple. He gagged, then spit phlegm and blood.
“My family!” I yelled again.
“Fuck your family!” he cursed. “Fuck your kids! Fuck you!”
Then he got to the hunting knife. I was still thinking that I had to keep him alive-not that I had to survive this, but that he did. I held his knife hand at the wrist, but I was losing my grip. The fight was turning his way. This was it; this was how I died. I would never know about Nana, Ali, Jannie. That was the worst part, not knowing.
A shot rang in the night.
The Tiger straightened up, but then he came back down at me with the knife. “Die!” he yelled. “Like your family died!”
A second shot struck where his right eye had been glaring at me a second before.
“Where are they?” I yelled again. “Where is my family?”
He didn't say another word. His good eye was all hatred. The rest of his face was a bloody mess. The Tiger couldn't answer. He collapsed on me, dead.
“Where are they?” I whispered.
Cross Country
Chapter 145
BREE CAME RUNNING up as I pushed the massive corpse away from me. Even now that he was dead, I still hated the bastard with all my heart and soul. Bree knelt on the ground and hugged me. “I'm sorry, Alex. I'm so sorry. All I saw was the knife. I had to shoot him.”
I kept holding on to her and rocking. “Not your fault. Not your fault.” But then I began to shudder and shake. I knew what I had lost here, knew that the Tiger had been my last chance to find my family.
We left the body and trudged back to the farmhouse. Police cars from the neighboring towns were arriving, and the trees were lit with a crimson-and-blue glare from their domes.
Sampson came out of the farmhouse as we approached. “I've gone through every room. There's no one here. I don't see any sign of them either, Alex. No blood anywhere, nothing obvious anyway. I don't think they were ever here.”
I nodded, trying to register crime scene facts and to comprehend their meaning. “1 want to look again anyway. I need to look for myself. What about Flaherty?” I suddenly thought to ask.
“The state police have him for now. He showed them he was CIA. I don't know what happens next. I don't think they can hold him.”
Cross Country
Chapter 146
WE SEARCHED THE house and a nearby work shed, and a barn-until first light of day.
Then we began to comb the surrounding grounds. At this point there were more than thirty police officers and FBI agents searching at the scene, but it still didn't seem like enough manpower to me.
