The irony of what was happening was so deep that I almost couldn’t stand it. I was trying to be the kind of policeman that most people wanted, and this was what I got? A lightning rod for danger? Is that what I was now?
And yet – I knew exactly how I had to act this morning on Fifth Street. For little Alex’s sake. I would abandon all my anger – and focus on what was best for him. I would be supportive during the handover. If it was possible, I wouldn’t let anything frighten the Boy, or upset him. I even had a long printed list of Alex’s likes and dislikes ready for Christine.
Unfortunately, Alex wasn’t buying any of this. He ran behind my legs and hid from Christine and the lawyer; I reached around and gently stroked his head. He was shaking all over, quivering with rage.
Gilda Haranzo said, ‘Maybe you should help Christine take little Alex to the car. Would you please do that?’
I turned and tenderly wrapped my arms around the Big Boy. Then Nana, followed by Damon and Jannie, knelt beside him for a group hug. ‘We love you, Alex. We’ll visit you, Alex. You’ll come see us, Alex. Don’t be scared.’
Nana handed Alex his favorite book, which was Whistle for Willie. Jannie gave him his love-worn plush cow ‘Moo’. Damon hugged his brother and tears started down his cheeks.
‘I’ll be talking to you tonight. You and Moo,’ I whispered and kissed my son’s darling little face. I could feel his heart going fast. ‘Every night. Forever and a day, my sweet boy. Forever and a day.’
And little Alex said, ‘Forever, Daddy.’
Then they took my son away.
Epilogue
Wolves
Chapter One Hundred and Nineteen
Pasha Sorokin was due at the courthouse in Miami at nine o’clock on Monday morning. The van he rode in was escorted from the federal prison by half a dozen cars; the route wasn’t known by any of the drivers until the last possible moment before departure.
The attack took place at a stoplight just before the cars would have gotten on the Florida Turnpike. They hit with automatic weapons, but also rocket launchers, which took out most of the escort cars in under a minute. Suddenly, there were bodies and smoking metal everywhere.
The black van that Pasha Sorokin was riding in was quickly surrounded by six men in dark clothes, no masks. The car doors were yanked opened and the police guards were beaten and then shot dead.
A tall, powerful-looking man strode up to the open door and peered inside. He smiled playfully, as if a small child was in the prison van.
‘Pasha,’ the Wolf spoke, ‘I understand that you were going to turn me in. That’s what my sources say, my very good sources, my incredibly well-paid sources. Talk to me about this.’
‘It’s not true,’ said Pasha, who meanwhile was cowering in the middle seat of the van. He wore an orange jumpsuit and his wrists and ankles were bound by chains. He no longer had his Florida tan.
‘Maybe, maybe not,’ said the Wolf.
Then he fired one of the rocket-launchers point blank at Pasha. He didn’t miss.
‘Zamochit,’ he said and laughed. ‘One can’t be too careful these days.’
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