know that Mr. Sowande, your Tiger, worked for him.”
“That's all you can tell me?”
Millard shook his head. “No. I can tell you this. Go home to your family, Detective Cross. They're special. You've been away from them too much.”
I nodded at Millard. He wasn't going to level with me, so there was nothing else to say. I turned around and began to walk back to my house.
He was right about one thing: My family was special.
They were waiting for me on the porch, and as I got close, another dark sedan pulled up in front. Damon stepped out, and he looked my way. He half waved, half saluted.
But then Damon came running, and so did I.
The Cross family was back together again. Maybe that was all that mattered.
Epilogue
THE LAST OF THE GOOD GUYS
Cross Country
Chapter 157
I COULDN'T LET it end like that-it just wasn't in me. One night a couple of weeks later, I arrived at the house in Great Falls, Virginia, at a little past three in the morning. Interesting to me, and more than a little creepy, I had received a call from the psychopath Kyle Craig earlier in the week. Cool as ever, Kyle said he was glad I had gotten my family back, and then he hung up before I could say a word to him.
I focused and walked to the front door of a redbrick colonial that was obsessively well kept. I rang the bell a couple of times and waited. I looked at my watch. 3:11. After a few minutes, the overhead porch light flicked on. Then the door slowly opened.
The CIA's Steven Millard stood there wearing a dark blue terrycloth robe, his legs and feet bare. He didn't look so impressive without a suit and tie. I heard a woman's voice call from upstairs, “Steve, is everything all right down there?”
“Go back to sleep, Emma. It's just work,” he called back.
Then Millard's eyes came back to mine. “What do you want at my house at three in the morning, Detective Cross? This better be worth it.”
“Why don't you invite me in and I'll tell you all about it. I could use some coffee. So could you.”
Cross Country
Chapter 158
WE WENT INSIDE and sat in the kitchen, which looked as though it had been refurbished recently. Millard didn't offer coffee or anything else to drink, so I started to tell him why I'd come out to Virginia in the middle of the night.
“I spent some time at Ellie Cox's before I went to Africa. Your people did a good job in there. I found her partial manuscript, of course. Even some notes she made while she was in Nigeria. Everything looked just fine, though. Nothing incriminating.”
Millard listened patiently, nodded, waiting for the punch line.
I stared at him for a while, and I was thinking about the idea of “good guys.” Were there any left? I thought so. I sure hoped so.
“So that's why you're here? To let me know that everything is fine?” Millard spoke again.
“Looked fine. Just like it was supposed to. But last week I went back to the Cox house. At that point I had enough time to be a real detective again. I talked to Elbe's editor at Georgetown University Press. He hadn't gotten the last section of Elbe's manuscript, which surprised him. That was the part that detailed her trip to Nigeria.”
“Maybe she never got to write it,” Millard suggested. “That would make sense, wouldn't it, Detective? It could be why she was targeted and murdered.”
“I guess so. But if that was true, why would I be here at three in the morning, when I could be home sleeping?”
Millard's brow furrowed. He was starting to show some irritation and I couldn't blame him. “Maybe because you never properly thanked me for finding and bringing home your family? You're welcome. Now you can go. Go.”
I hit Steven Millard then. It was a strong right hand that lifted him right out of the kitchen chair, and knocked him onto the pinewood floor. His nose was bleeding, but he didn't go out. I could tell he wasn't sure where he was; his hands were feeling around the floor for some purchase.
“That's for taking my family in the first place,” I said to him.
“Ellie had a typist for her manuscripts,” I went on. 'A woman in DC named Barbara Groszewski. I found that out through some checks Ellie paid every month.
'The good news, the reason I'm here, is that Barbara Groszewski had the last part of Ellie's manuscript, the section where she traveled to Lagos and met Adanne Tansi among others. Ian Flaherty is mentioned several times in the pages.
So are you, Millard. Adanne was aware of what you and Flaherty were up to.
