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" Cross and Sampson are walking in to the courthouse to hear the verdict for the case. There are reporters and photographers everywhere, trying to talk to anyone and everyone connected with the case.
"Dr. Cross! Dr. Cross, please," one of them called out. I recognized the shrill voice. It belonged to a local TV news anchorwoman.
We had to stop. They were behind us, and up ahead. Sampson hummed a little Martha and the Vandellas, "Nowhere to Run."
"Dr. Cross, do you feel that your testimony might actually help to get Gary Murphy off the hook for murder one? That you may have inadvertently helped him to get away with murder?"
Something finally snapped inside me. "We're just happy to be in the Super Bowl," I said straight-faced into the glare of several minicam lenses. "Alex Cross is going to concentrate on his game. The rest will take care of itself. Alex Cross just thanks Almighty God for the opportunity to play at this level." I leaned in toward the reporter who'd ask the question. "You understand what I'm saying? You're clear now?"
Sampson smiled and said, "As for me, I'm still open for lucrative endorsements in the sneaker and the soft-drink categories. "
― James Patterson , Along Came a Spider (Alex Cross, #1)
