I finally made it up to my office in the attic, and I sat at my desk, looking down on the street, wondering if there was anyone out there watching me.
Had the interrogators believed me? Did it matter? It struck me that I didn't really know that much about the world, the larger picture, anyway. But who did these days?
None of us, maybe. That's what made it so daunting and scary-and took away hope too. That's what gave us a feeling that everything was out of our control. So who was in control? Somebody had to be-but who? Somebody had to have some answers. Somebody had just imprisoned and tortured me.
I continued to wander around the house. I needed to call people - Damon, who I hoped was still safely stashed away, and Bree and Sampson. But I couldn't make the calls yet. I didn't know what to tell any of them, or how to face them.
No, that wasn't it exactly. The truth was, I didn't want to put them in danger. Somebody out there might still think that I knew something, something dangerous and important, or maybe just embarrassing to them.
And the really scary part?
They were right.
Cross Country
Chapter 154
I HAD TOLD my interrogators about the possible CIA and Tiger connection, but that wasn't important to them. They'd let me go, hadn't they? They could deny all that-and besides, the Tiger was dead. I had cleaned up that particular mess for them.
But the thing I hadn't told them was the real subject of Adanne's story: The Americans, the French, the Dutch, the English, and several very important corporations were working with the Chinese in the Delta. China needed oil even more than we did. China was cutting corners. They were ready to pay top dollar for oil and willing to make deals, whatever it took. And because of these business ventures, thousands of Africans had died-men, women, and children. That was the one thing that I knew for certain. It was what Adanne had been researching and writing about.
It was what she had contacted Ellie Cox about; she had talked to Ellie about her research. That was what got her family murdered in Georgetown.
Adanne had told me horror stories during our time together, especially about life and death in Sudan. Rape was the weapon of war there, and girls of age five and up were abused, sometimes by “peacekeepers.” Hundreds and hundreds of mass graves had been discovered but were rarely reported on. Police corruption and brutality, some of which I'd witnessed myself, were rampant-an epidemic, really, and kidnappers were working in the Delta area, especially around Port Harcourt.
On the couch that had been in Nana's living room since I was a boy, I slept, finally. But not like a baby. That kind of sleep would never come to me again. The truth was, I had accepted that my family was gone, just like so many other families that had been murdered before them. Nothing would ever be the same for me again.
Cross Country
Chapter 155
I WAS WOKEN up early in the morning. Somebody was coming into the house!
I could tell that it was more than one person.
I jumped up from the couch, trying to collect my thoughts in a hurry, to focus on how to get to my gun in the den, when two men burst into the living room!
I was surprised-no, I was shocked-to see Steven Millard and Merrill Snyder from the CIA. Millard spoke first.
“Detective Cross, we didn't know you were here. We-”
Someone else walked into the living room behind Millard and Snyder. My God, it was Ali.
And he looked all right to me-unharmed.
He looked just incredible-safe, alive, home.
“Ali!” I called and went forward to him. “Ali”
“Daddy! Daddy!” he shrieked as he ran and threw himself into my outstretched arms. My little boy was crying and shaking uncontrollably.
No, no-I was the one crying and shaking. Ali was just holding on to me incredibly tightly. He kept repeating, “Daddy, Daddy, Daddy!” I couldn't hear the words enough times.
What was happening here? I wondered, looking to the CIA men for answers. Now I saw that Eric Dana and my friend Al Tunney had come to the house as well.
Then I heard, “Alex? Is that you in there? Alex, is that you?”
The voice was Nana's, but the next person entering the living room was Jannie.
She had her arms stretched out, and she was sobbing as she ran and crashed into my chest. “Oh, my sweet girl, my darling girl,” I whispered as she pressed into me. “Oh, Jannie, sweetheart. Oh, my baby, my baby.”
'I'm okay, we're okay,“ Jannie said. ”They kept us in a room. They asked us so many questions. We didn't know why, Daddy, we didn't know anything."
“No, of course you didn't.”
Then Nana slouched into the living room, and she looked terrible and wonderful all at the same time. She came to us, and then we were all group hugging. The CIA agents just looked on, warmly, it seemed to me, but they said nothing.
“They didn't harm us,” said Nana. “Thank God, we're all here together. We're all safe.”
