Target: Alex Cross
Target: Alex Cross is the 26th book in the Alex Cross series by author James Patterson. Alex Cross attends the funeral from Capitol Hill to the White House, a leader has fallen. The sniper bullet hit the target in the center of DC. Alex is tasked with leading a large-scale investigation to find the shooter.
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Temperatures that late January morning plunged degrees above zero
And still people came by the hundreds of thousands
Go to the White House
The corner of constitution in Louisiana Avenues family
Freestone my wife and DC Metro Peds chief of detectives stood in front of me wearing her fine
Dress blues
My twenty-year-old son Damon was on my right
Get phone up from North Carolina the night before and how to unlock all underwear and the black down jacket
Nana mama
My 90-something grandmother
I refuse to listen to reason and watch this on TV
Sitting in a folding camp chair to my left
Sion
My 17 year old or just for the Arctic
We asked
I can’t feel my toes
Over the soft and from Capitol Hill
That precede Hail to the Chief
The capital I said
The presidential Anthem soon ended the cold crowd quiet
I heard a man’s voice call out
Right shoulder
Another voice repeated the call
East to west
The soldiers French
The drums began to beat then dislocated sounding muffled in Sombra from that distance
All dressed in Gray
Contingents from the US Naval Air Force and Coast Guard Academy
Precision heads High
Up on the hill
The slow steady beat of the drums continued
Getting louder and coming closer
Color Guard appeared bearing Flags I heard the Clapping of Clues before 7 paled
Following the Seven Dwarfs marching at the head of the column to their left
All seven horses were settled but only the left hand three and the horse at the head of the column
Uniformed members of the US Army’s Old Guard unit
Is information pulled the hundred-year-old black case on that bore the flag-draped coffin of the late
President of the United States
The slow steady clip-clopping of the horses came closer and closer
Behind the caisson
A black riderless horse
Guard
The late president’s personal riding boots
Ali asked in a soft voice
It’s a military tradition
Text signifies the Fallen Commander
He did the same thing as President Kennedy’s funeral
Wiping her eyes with a handkerchief
It was yesterday
Just as tragic as today
I wasn’t alive when JFK was president
Because of its young leader in that hearing of his assassination has felt like a kick in the gut
I felt the same way when
Got7
Leaving behind a husband
Twin ten-year-old daughters
Someone who actually managed to
For the benefit of the country by sheer force of personality
Piercing brilliant and her self-deprecating wit
Belief that the gridlock has ended
That politicians on both sides of the aisle to put their differences aside
For the common good
For 368 days
Seventy-two hours after celebrating her first year in office President Grant have been meeting with her military advisor
When she suddenly complained of dizziness and seems confused
Consulted the floor behind your desk
She died within moments
Her doctors were stunned
Top physical condition
And she had passed a rigorous physical exam with flying colors before
But the pathologist at Bethesda naval hospital
No one could have saved her
As she approached us
Constitution Avenue
Daman health
Bree and I came to attention
And I have to fight
Is Grant’s coffee
Prance
But what really hit me was the site of the limousine
I couldn’t see them
Husband daughters were inside
I remembered how I felt when my first wife died tragically
Leaving me lost
Angry
Those were the worst days of my life
And I thought I’d never be right again
My heart broke for the first family as they passed
Straight ahead
Decadence of the funeral beat never wavering
I can’t feel my knees
Part 1
Chapter one
Snow fell
Gloves
You knew he was leaving tracks in the snow
But didn’t share
Forecast for calling for 6 in Before Dawn
Any plan to be finished and gone long before the storm ended
Beautiful townhouse
Face 35th Street
After work around
He climbed the gate
It was 4:15 in the morning
Half an hour at most
Shut the door quietly behind him
Peace to the moment listening intently
During nothing to disturb him he brushed off snow
Any put blue surgical booties over his boots and walks down a hallway to the kitchen
He pushed aside a chair which made a squeaking noise on the tile floor
There was no one home
The owner spent their Winters in Palm Beach
The other side of the kitchen
Opened it and step down onto a set of steep wooden stairs
Shutting the door left him in Inky Darkness
Closed his eyes and flipped on the light
After waiting again for his chest
Musty basement furniture
Ignored all of it
He Shrugged off the knapsack he carried traded his leather gloves for latex ones
Get the bag
Retrieved for bubble wrap packages which he laid on the bench
Pieces in the past before turning to admire
The voodoo Innovations ultra-lite barreled actions in 5.56
The work of art he thought
He fitted the barreled action to a 5-ounce minimalist rifle stock by Ace precision and then
The Surefire Genesis sound suppressor
Picking up the Zeus 640 Optical sight
Lawler thought
Thing of beauty
He quit the site neatly into place
Overall he was pleased with how the gun it turned out
He had ordered the components from u.s. internet wholesalers and had them shipped to the same
Person at four separate UPS Stores in the District of Columbia
Arrived at Dulles International
Two evenings ago on a flight from Amsterdam
Using a fake British passport
He picked up the components at the UPS Stores yesterday morning
Relying on a state Pennsylvania driver’s license he also bought online
Yesterday afternoon Maryland
It was uncannily accurate
It’s the right tool he told himself
Perfect one for this job
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