By James Patterson
It's Christmas Eve and Detective Alex move has been known as out to trap anyone who's robbing his church's terrible field. That undertaking in the back of him, Alex returns domestic to have a good time with Bree, Nana, and his teenagers. The tree adorning is only underway ahead of his cell jewelry again--a bad hostage scenario is instantly spiraling uncontrolled. clear of his circle of relatives at the most dear of days, Alex calls upon each ounce of his education, creativity, and bold to avoid wasting one other kin. Alex hazards everything--and he won't make it again alive in this so much sacred of kin days.
Alex move is a hero for our time, and not extra so than during this tale of kinfolk, motion, and the private ethical offerings. Merry Christmas, Alex Cross could be a vacation vintage for years yet to come.
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The scent of nachos teased me. My fingers itched to pick up a ball, to send it flying down the lane. I loved bowling. I just hadn’t done it in weeks…because of him. Of Aaron. This was where we had our first date. Where we were supposed to be having a date. Right now. A sharp pang stabbed my heart and each thud was like a hammer against my chest. How had things gotten so messed up? Before we started dating—and even during—I used to think of him as Heart Stopper; I’d see his smile and my heart would give one solid thump and then poof, stop.
Are you getting a divorce? Are we becoming a statistic? ” My father let out a startled laugh, erasing the seriousness from his face for at least two full seconds. ” He quickly waved his hands. ” I let out a deep breath and sat back down, eyeing them warily. I wasn’t ready to relax just yet. The ‘nothing like that’ left a lot of ground uncovered. For instance, they could tell me I had been adopted or something. ” I asked. I shouldn’t have. As soon as the words left my mouth, I knew it’d been a mistake.
And then I burst into hysterics, laughing and crying at the same time. It was a silver necklace with a pendent. The pendent was…I couldn’t fathom the words. It was a small silver heart. Shooting through the heart was a single arrow, the tip made of a black stone. Onyx. My heart leaped and I wasn’t sure my ribs could contain it long. “I’m sorry,” I sobbed, the word bubbling out of nowhere. ” It was beautiful and ironic. And I didn’t deserve it. ” The words, spoken so softly, hit me like a lead fist and went straight through my chest to my heart.