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Son of Lindbergh
Why is he the son of lindbergh
People must have thought the Lakers were in town to play the Miami Heat.
Wow. He’s sooooo humble
I got into a bathing suit, and wandered out to the hotel pool. I’ve come to believe that the key to health is exercising, so I exercise every day, no matter where I am. I also do a lot of stretching, which can be done anytime, anywhere.
Sounds familar
Interesting word choice. Ties in with title of book
her, without getting into how angry it had made me, still made me. “A whole lot of people didn’t want any part of a black shrink. Too many black people couldn’t afford one. There are no liberals on the psychiatrist’s couch.” She
switch. Soneji thought she looked like Aretha Franklin would have, if Aretha couldn’t sing a note and she had to make it in the real, workaday world.
Is soneji black?…
“He does,” I spoke up. “And he’s right. It’s ultimately the family’s call how and when a kidnap ransom gets paid.” The Dunnes had instructed us to pay Soneji—unconditionally. Soneji had probably guessed as much. That was undoubtedly the main reason why he’d chosen Maggie Rose. But why had he chosen me?
It can’t just be about the money. Can it?
I think he gets off on outwitting the smartest people.
He’d been obsessed with the world famous kidnapping for so long. Ever since his stepmother had arrived with her two spoiled bastard kids. Ever since he was first sent down to the cellar. “Where bad boys go to think about what they did wrong.” He knew more than anyone alive about the thirties kidnapping. Baby Lindbergh had eventually been dredged up from a shallow grave only four miles from the New Jersey estate. Ah, but was it really Baby Lindbergh? The corpse they’d found had been too tall—thirty-three inches, to only twenty-nine for Charles Jr.
Is he possibly the son of Lindbergh. The boy who was kidnapped???
Milwaukee. Gary had murdered more than both of them put together. But no one knew who he was, or where he was, or what he planned to do next.
Does that make him mad or glad. I wonder
That was why she had been attracted to him in the first place.
Damn. She’s dumb. But it could happen to anybody
Sampson and I had been put back in our place: Washington Southeast. Everybody had their priorities straight now. The murders of six black people mattered again.
“Piss me off, too,” Damon said with a scowl. He partially understood what was going on.
I want to be somebody!
Maria had been shot. She was in very bad shape was all they would tell me over the phone. I arrived there a little past eight. A friend, a patrolman I knew, sat me down and told me that Maria was dead by the time they got her to the hospital. It had been a ride-by shooting outside the projects. No one knew why, or who could have done the shooting. We never got to say good-bye. There was no preparation, no warning at all, no explanation. The pain inside was like a steel column that extended from the center of my chest all the way up into my forehead. I thought about Maria constantly, day and
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She even wished the old woman would come back and scream at her. She’d
Gary Soneji had been in the bedroom. Soneji was the project killer, too. He was The Thing. And he was back in town.
“Gary is not a violent person. He can’t even bear to discipline Roni,” Missy Murphy was saying to us.
That interested me. It fit a pattern of bell curves I had been studying for years: reports on sociopaths and their children. Sociopaths often had difficulty disciplining their children.
glanced my way. Princeton was near Hopewell, where the Lindbergh kidnapping had taken place in the 1930s. The Son of Lindbergh, Soneji had signed the ransom notes. We still didn’t know why.
there?” “There’s no family left now. There was a fire while Gary was at school. Gary’s stepmom and dad, his stepbrother and stepsister all died in the tragedy.”
“You’re very beautiful,” I whispered as our lips drew apart. The words just came out. Not my best effort, but the truth. Jezzie smiled and shook her head. “My lips are too puffy and big. I look like I was dropped face-first as a kid. You’re the good-looking one. You look like Muhammad Ali.”
Whyyyyy are people so deprecating.
Totally ruined the compliment.
There’s a lot of myth about black men desiring white women; about some white women wanting to experiment with black men. Jezzie
Don’t start anything you can’t finish.
Gary finally decided to let her live. The amazing thing was that she had no idea how close she’d come to being killed.
Damn …. This is some scary shit
greatness. Zig when the world expects you to zag.
He’d been telling himself for months to get his ass back in shape. He
People were always real brave with cops’ lives. You first, officer. You’re the one getting twenty-five hundred a month for this.
“Boom!” Gary Soneji yelled. At the same time, he pulled the trigger.
Damn….
I stayed over that night. So did Jezzie Flanagan. We were together for a second night in a row. Nothing I wanted more. As soon as we got inside a room at the Cheshire Inn, in nearby Millvale, Jezzie said, “Will you just hold me for a minute or two, Alex. I probably look a little more stable than I really feel.” I liked holding her, and being held back. I liked the way she smelled. I liked the way she fit into my arms. Everything
“To be absolutely truthful and frank, I’m a little interested in your body,” I said. The two of us kissed, and it still felt pretty good to me. The fire crackled. The champagne was ice-cold. Fire and ice. Yin and yang. All kinds of opposites attracting. Wildfire in the wilds.
“Oh, Alex,” she whispered against my cheek, “I think this is going to be real trouble.”
Don’t start something you can’t finish, I remembered.
Images from the night before kept flashing by my eyes. I had to remind myself that I was driving a car in midday Metro D.C. traffic, and I was working.
That probably meant most of the damage had happened when he was very young, while his stepmother did the disciplining. “A dark room,” he said. “What happened in the dark room? What kind of room was it?” “She put me there, down in the basement. It was our cellar, and she put me down there almost every day.”
I think his step mother has Maggie rose….
“You’re very welcome. For your breakfast, and this splendid advice: Don’t trust white people.” “Very good breakfast,” I said to her. “How is your new girlfriend?”
😂😂 oh so nana is a clownnnnn
games. For the first time during the entire trip, we talked shop, the dreaded shoptalk. “Do you really think he has a multiple personality, Alex? Does he know what happened to Maggie Rose? Soneji knows. Does Murphy know?”
Damn. What if someone hears their conversation? They saying names and shit
People turned to stare at us as they passed. They looked. They judged. Almost every person who passed us looked.
Bc they were a mixed race couple?
her. I could still vividly remember being sent “up North” to live with my grandmother; the very day I’d arrived in Union Station on the train from Winston-Salem. My mother had just died of lung cancer; my father had died the year before.
I was just wondering about his parents .. damn
What matters is that you are guilty. You are giving up everything for a relationship that just can’t work.”
Was I giving up everything to be with Jezzie? Was it a relationship that could never work? I had no way of knowing yet. I had to find that out for myself.
JEZZIE AND I spent the day at her lake cottage.
So she didn’t get kidnapped?.. was it Mikey or whatever the secret service dudes name was at the beach that night?..
Was she sleeping with cross to distract him ?.. nah
There are so many educated failures in that country.
A cross was burning very brightly on Jezzie’s lawn.
Kkk? Mixed race relationship
Symbol: his name is cross. The cross could represent him?
😂😂😂
omnipotence.” “Do you still believe in your omnipotence?”
They were the ones who followed me. They took precious Maggie Rose! They got the ransom in Florida. You should have been looking for cops all this time. Two cops murdered the little girl.”
Omg.
“There’s another complication,” Weithas said to me. He was seated with Scorse on a dark leather sofa. Both FBI men were leaning over a glass coffee table. An IBM computer and printer sat off to one side. “I’m sure there are a lot of complications,” I said to the deputy director. Leave it to the FBI to keep most of them to themselves. They could have helped me along the way. Maybe we would have found Maggie Rose if we’d worked together. Weithas glanced at Agent Scorse, then he looked back at me. “Jezzie Flanagan is the complication,” Weithas said.
Oh shit…,
Not almost two years after the kidnapping!
