that flowed down to a pair of black European work boots She flowed when she moved as well.
She was drinking champagne by the glass.
I hadn't spotted agents Cosgrove or Asaro yet, which was making me a little nervous, a little nuts.
“She's beautiful, isn't she? She's just perfect,” Kate whispered at my side. “We can't let him hurt her, Alex. We can't let anything happen to that poor woman.” “We won't,” I said, “but we have to catch him in the act, nail him for kidnapping, if nothing else. We need evidence that he is the Gentleman Caller.” I finally spotted John Asaro at the crowded main bar. He had on a bright yellow Nike T-shirt and fit in okay. I didn't spot Ray Cosgrove or any of the other agents which was actually a good sign.
Rudolph and the young blond woman seemed to have hit it off immediately. She appeared to be gregarious and fun-loving. She had perfect white teeth and her smile was dazzling. She couldn't help but make an impression across the crowded room. My brain was sliding into overload. We were watching the Gentleman Caller at work, weren't we?
“He's hunting ... and just like that” Kate snapped her fingers 'he picks them up. Gets almost any woman he wants. That's how he does it.
So simple ... “It's the way he looks that gets them, Alex,” Kate continued. “He has a rebellious look about him and he's very handsome. That combination is irresistible to some women. She let him think it was his line of small talk that won her over, but it's because he's such a hunk.” “So, she just picked him up?” I asked. “Our killer hunk?” Kate nodded. She wouldn't take her eyes off the two of them. “She just picked up the Gentleman Caller. He wanted her to, of course. I'll bet that's how he gets them, and why he never gets caught.” “It's not how Casanova works, though. Is it?” “Maybe Casanova isn't good-looking.” Kate turned and looked at me.
“That might explain the masks he wears. Maybe he's ugly, or disfigured, and ashamed of how he looks.” I had another thought, another theory, about Casanova and his masks, but I didn't want to say anything just yet.
The Gentleman and his new girlfriend ordered ambro-siaburgers, the house specialty. So did Kate and I. When in paradise ... They hung around the cafe until around seven o'clock and then got up to leave.
Kate and I rose from our table, too. Actually, I was half enjoying myself, considering the eerie circumstances. We had a table that overlooked the water. Down below, the Pacific crashed against a black wall of slippery rocks, and we could hear sea lions barking loudly.
I noted that there was no touching between the two of them as they walked out to the parking lot. It suggested to me that one of them was secretly shy.
Dr. Will Rudolph politely held open the door of his Range Rover, and the blond woman was laughing as she hopped in. He performed a tiny, elegant bow at the car door. The Gentleman.
She chose him, I was thinking. It wasn't kidnapping yet. She was still making choices for herself.
We had nothing to go after him for, nothing to hold him on.
Perfect crimes.
On both coasts.
Alex Cross 2 - Kiss the Girls
CHAPTER 69.
WE TRAILED the Range Rover at a discreet distance, straight back to the cabin. I parked about a quarter of a mile up the road. My heart was hammering hard and loud. This was the moment of truth, the real deal was going down now.
Kate and I ran back through the woods and found a safe spot that was well hidden from view. It was less than fifty yards from Dr. Rudolph's hideaway, and we could still hear the musical tinkle of the wind chimes as they moved gently. The cold, damp sea mist was inching in, and I could feel a chill right up through my shoes.
The Gentleman Caller was inside that cabin up ahead. Getting ready to do what?
My stomach felt hollow and incredibly tight. I wanted to move on him in the worst way. I didn't want to think about how many times Dr. Will Rudolph had done this before. Taken a young woman somewhere. Mutilated her. Taken home feet, eyes, fingers, a human heart. Souvenirs of his kill.
I glanced at my wristwatch. Rudolph had been inside the cabin for only a few minutes with the blond woman from Nepenthe I'd seen movement in the woods on the other side of the house. The FBI was there. It was getting hairy.
“Alex, what if he kills her?” Kate asked. She stood close to me, and I could feel the heat from her body. She knew what it felt like to be a captive in a house of horror. She understood the danger better than anyone.
“He doesn't grab his victims and kill them immediately. The Gentleman Caller has his routine,” I said to Kate. “He's kept every one of the victims for a day. He likes to play. He won't break away from the pattern.” I believed that, but I didn't know it for certain. Maybe Dr. Rudolph knew we were outside ... maybe he wanted to get caught. Maybe, maybe, maybe.
I remembered stalking the madman Gary Soneji/Murphy. It was hard not to rush the cabin. Take our chances right now. We might find physical evidence of other murders inside. Maybe the missing body parts were kept here. Maybe he did the actual killing here in Big Sur. Or maybe he was planning another kind of surprise for us. The drama was unfolding less than fifty yards away.
“I'm going to try to get in a little closer,” I finally said to Kate.
“I have to see what's happening in there.” “I'm glad you said that,” Kate whispered.
