No one would expect this, and that was why it was so good, so excellent. The end ofAlex Cross.
It was time for it to happen. Maybe it was overdue. Cross had to die.  The Mastermind was inside the Cross house, and it was as exciting and extraordinary an experience as he had imagined it would be.  He’d never felt more powerful than he did standing in the dark living room at a little past three in the morning. He had won the battle. The Mastermind had triumphed. Cross was the loser. Tomorrow, all of Washington would be mourning his death.
He could do anything - so what should he do first?  He wanted to sit and think about it. No need to rush. Where would he choose to sit? Why of course, on Cross’s piano bench on the sun porch. Cross’s favorite spot for relaxation and escape, the place he liked to play with his children, smarmy, sentimental bastard that he was.
The Mastermind was tempted to play something, perhaps a little Gershwin, to show Cross that even his command of the piano was superior. He wanted to announce himself in a dramatic fashion. This was so good, so delicious. He never wanted tonight to end.  But was it the absolute best he could do? It had to be a night he would never forget, something to savor always. A souvenir that would have great meaning to him, only to him.
There were two triangles that explained his complex relationship
with Alex Cross, and he visualized them as he sat on the porch,
biding his time, enjoying himself immensely. Christ, he was smiling like a damn fool. He was in his element, and he was happy, so happy.
It was such a good psychological model, so concise and clear and sound. It explained everything that was going to happen tonight.  Even Dr Cross would approve. It was the perfect dysfunctional family triangle.
Maybe he would explain it to Cross n............