It began with President Coyle’s children, Ethan and Zoe, both high-profile personalities since they had arrived in Washington, and probably even before that.
Twelve-year-old Ethan Coyle thought he had gotten used to living under the microscope and in the public eye. So Ethan hardly noticed anymore the news cameramen perpetually camped outside the Branaff School gates, and he didn’t worry the way he used to if some kid he didn’t know tried to snap his picture in the hall, or the gymnasium, or even the boys’ bathroom.
Sometimes, Ethan even pretended he was invisible. It was kind of babyish, kind of b.s., but who cared. It helped. One of the more personable Secret Service guys had actually suggested it. He told Ethan that Chelsea Clinton used to do the same thing. Who knew if that was true?
But when Ethan saw Ryan Townsend headed his way that morning, he only wished he could disappear. Ryan Townsend always had it in for him, and that wasn’t just Ethan’s paranoia talking. He had the purplish and yellowing bruises to prove it — the kind that a good hard punch or muscle squeeze can leave behind.
“Wuzzup, Coyle the Boil? ” Townsend said, charging up on him in the hall with that look on his face. “The Boil havin’ a bad day already?”
Ethan knew better than to answer his tormenter and torturer. He cut a hard left toward the lockers instead — but that was his first mistake. Now there was nowhere to go, and he felt a sharp, nauseating jab to the side of his leg. He’d been kicked! Townsend barely even slowed down as he passed. He called these little incidents “drive-bys.”
The thing Ethan didn’t do was yell out, or stumble in pain. That was the deal he’d made with himself: don’t let anyone see what you’re feeling inside.
Instead, he dropped his books and knelt down to pick them back up again. It was a total wuss move, but at least he could take the weight off his leg for a second without letting the whole world know he was Ryan Townsend’s punching and kicking dummy.
Except this time, someone else did see — and it wasn’t the Secret Service.
Ethan was stuffing graph paper back into his math folder when he heard a familiar voice.
“Hey, Ryan? Wuzzup with you? ”
He looked up just in time to see his fourteen-year-old sister, Zoe, stepping right into Townsend’s path.
“I saw that,” she said. “You thought I wouldn’t?”
Townsend cocked his head of blond curls to the side. “I don’t know what the hell you’re talking about. Why don’t you just mind your own —”
Out of nowhere, a heavy yellow textbook came up fast in both of Zoe’s hands.
She swung hard, and clocked Townsend with it, right across the middle of his face. The bully’s nose spurted red and he stumbled backward. It was great!
Excerpted from the book KILL ALEX CROSS by James Patterson. Copyright ©2011 by James Patterson. Reprinted with permission of Little, Brown and Company, New York, NY. All rights reserved.
When it comes to keeping the tension high, the action fast and the plot thicker than a hot, humid night in Washington, D.C., James Patterson has no peer. In Kill Alex Cross, the “man who can’t miss” (TIME) starts off with a crime that is both heinous and unimaginable: the abduction of the president’s son and daughter. Detective Alex Cross is one of the first on the charged crime scene, taking everything in as he tries to get a handle on the situation. But one thing he has yet to ascertain is that someone very high up is using the FBI, Secret Service and CIA to keep him in the dark.
Meanwhile, a deadly contagion in the water supply has crippled half the capital, and Alex discovers that some fiend may be about to unleash the most horrific attack yet on United States soil. With his window for solving these crimes narrowing by the minute, a rattled Alex is forced to make a decision that goes against everything he’s ever stood for—and doing so puts the fate of the country in his hands. But Patterson fans should have no problem putting their trust in the remarkable author, whose new tour de force is his most tightly wound, white-knuckle thrill ride to date.
Hardcover Book : 384 pages
Publisher: Hachette Book Group Usa ( November 14, 2011 )
Item #: 13-361217
Product Dimensions: 5.5 x 8.25 x 0.86inches
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Eventho the title was misleading the story itself was one of his best.
One of the better Alex Cross books of recent years. This one tells a good story and has a satisfying resolution. I hope the new character, Ava, is NOT going to stick around. She is an addition to a family that is already perfect - please send her off to another family. The character seems contrived to satisfy some sort of social correctness. Otherwise, this is a very satisfying read.