Alex Cross Page #4

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All right, I got a license here.

It reads:
Fan Yau Lee.

Looks like maybe she's

got eight grand in cash.

The only other item is this very elegant,

but blank swipe card.

Yeah, footprints on the glass. That was

a laptop. He must've made off with it.

- Maybe he came for.

- I don't know, I'm just...

I don't see how one guy

coulda done all this.

He knew her.

Tied her up, gonna have sex,

Then it goes bad, she doesn't scream or the

bodyguards woulda come running in, so...

He must've drugged her

with some sort of date-rape drug.

I'll run a blood-tox, but

answer me this, all right?

How does he get a gun up

here past the bodyguards?

No doubt they gave him a pat-down

before they left him alone with her.

Yeah, you would think.

But, uh...

the entry wounds downstairs are .380s,

or looked like it.

Small gun, woman's model.

So, here's what happened.

Our guy comes here, we got

manicure-man here, hits him, BAM!

He got the shot, he hits him twice.

Tough shot, but if it is one guy, we're

probably talking about a professional.

A real professional, 'cause our Asian

guy comes runnin' through the door...

so he leaves him to crawl while he goes

to his car, gets his tools, comes back,

and he lays a rose right on him,

and he heads upstairs for the encore.

I'm going to ask you a question.

And you are going to get...

nine chances to get it right.

It hurts, doesn't it?

Personally, I'm... I'm fascinated by pain.

But I can make it stop.

Your laptop, tell me what the password is.

He would've needed a password, I get that.

There is no way it takes all ten fingers.

The other nine were for fun.

So, he sat here, cuts her fingers

off and he sits here.

He's drawing.

Take a look at this.

Our killer thinks he's a Picasso.

Charcoal.

That had to take a while.

All right, well, I'll have the lab check it

out, maybe he used some kind of unique type.

Yeah, he's got some formal

training, too, he's pretty good.

All right, we'll follow that as well.

Whoa!

- That's four times our salary, Buddy, right there.

- If she's got that, there's more.

- Safe.

- There is a safe.

Whatdya got?

Looks like some kind of thumb reader.

- Are you thinking what I'm thinkin'?

- I'm always thinkin' what you're thinkin'.

- All right, Man, well, I'll let you have the honor.

- No, go ahead.

No, no, you got it. You're...

- You do it.

- No, no, I'm good.

- It's on you.

- No, Tom, it's totally cool.

- Luck of the Irish, you're doin' it.

- C'mon, you're the doctor.

Well, here we go. Jackpot!

Clever girl.

She had a backup hard drive.

Looks like Picasso didn't

think of everything.

Ya know, just once, I would like

it if you got something wrong,

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