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legs, which were a little too pale for his liking.
No time for the sun, Kate? Afraid of a little melanoma?
    She carried thick medical volumes against one hip. Looks and brains. She planned to practice back in West Virginia, where
     she was born. Didn’t seem to care about making a lot of money. What for? So she could own
ten
pairs of black high-topped sneakers?
    Kate McTiernan was wearing her usual university garb: a crisp white med-school jacket, khaki shirt, weathered tan trousers,
     her faithful black sneakers. It worked for her. Kate the Character. Slightly off-center. Unexpected. Strangely, powerfully
     alluring.
    On Kate McTiernan, almost anything would have worked, even the most homespun interpretation of cheap chic. He particularly
     loved Kate McTiernan’s irreverence toward university and hospital life, and especially the holier-than-thou medical school.
     It showed in the way she dressed; the casual way she carried herself now; everything about her lifestyle. She seldom wore
     makeup. She seemed very natural, and there was nothing phony or stuck-up about her that he’d noticed yet.
    There was even a little of the unexpected klutz in her. Earlier in the week, he had seen her flush the deepest red after she
     tripped on a guardrail outside Perkins Library and crashed into a bench with her hip. That warmed him tremendously. He
could
be touched, could feel human warmth.
He wanted Kate to love him…. He wanted to love her back.
    That was why he was so special, so different. It was what separated him from all the other one-dimensional killers and butchers
     he had ever heard or read about, and he had read everything on the subject. He could feel everything. He could love. He knew
     that.
    Kate said something amusing to a fortyish-looking professor as she walked past him. Casanova couldn’t hear it from where he
     was watching. Kate turned for some quick repartee, but kept on walking, leaving the professor with her luminous smile to think
     about.
    He saw a little jiggle action as Kate whirled around after her brief interchange with the prof. Her breasts weren’t too large
     or too small. Her long brown hair was thick and wavy, shiny in the early evening light, revealing just a touch of red. Perfect
     in every detail.
    He been watching her for more than four weeks, and he knew she was the one. He could love Dr. Kate McTiernan more than all
     the others. He
believed
it for a moment. He
ached
to believe it. He said her name softly—
Kate….
    Dr. Kate.
    Tick-cock.

Chapter 11
    S AMPSON AND I took shifts at the wheel on the four-hour haul from Washington, down into North Carolina. While I drove, the
     Man Mountain slept. He wore a black T-shirt that bluntly said SECURITY. Economy of words.
    When Sampson was at the controls of my ancient Porsche, I put on a set of old Koss headphones. I listened to Big Joe Williams,
     thought about Scootchie, continued to feel hollowed-out.
    I couldn’t sleep, hadn’t slept more than an hour the night before. I felt like a grief-stricken father whose only daughter
     was missing. Something seemed wrong about this case.
    We entered the South at noon. I had been born around a hundred miles away, in Winston-Salem. I hadn’t been back there since
     I was ten years old, the year my mother died, and my brothers and I were moved to Washington.
    I’d been to Durham before, for Naomi’s graduation. She had finished Duke undergraduate summa cum laude, and she received one
     of the loudest, cheeriest ovations in the history of the ceremony. The Cross family had been there in full force. It was one
     of the happiest, proudest days for all of us.
    Naomi was the only child of my brother Aaron, who died of cirrhosis at thirty-three. Naomi had grown up fast after his death.
     Her mother had to work a sixty-hour week for years to support them, so Naomi was in charge of the house from around the time
     she was ten. She was the littlest general.
    She was a precocious little girl, and read about