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Darkly dreaming Dexter :: Lindsay Jeffry P.
Страница: 113 из 160Second, this doesn't look like anything I ever saw, does it? 'Cause there's three and they're stacked up all pretty, okay?” Bless her heart, she had noticed.
“Why can't I get my camera guy?” Rick Sangre asked.
“Wasn't there a mirror found at one of the other murders?” Eric the Viking said weakly, trying very hard not to look.
“Have you identified the, uh-” Nick Something said. His head started to turn toward the display and he caught himself, snapped back around to LaGuerta. “Are the victims prostitutes, Detective?”
“Listen,” LaGuerta said. She sounded a little annoyed, and a small trace of Cuban accent showed in her voice for just a second. “Let me esplain something. I don't care if they're prostitutes. I don't care if they got a mirror. I don't care about any of that.” She took a breath and went on, much calmer. “We got the other killer locked up in the jail. We've got a confession. This is a whole new thing, okay? That's the important thing. You can see it-this is different.”
“Then why are you assigned to it?” asked Eric the Viking, very reasonably, I thought.
LaGuerta showed shark teeth. “I solved the other one,” she said.
“But you're sure this is a brand-new killer, Detective?” Rick Sangre asked.
“There's no question. I can't tell you any details, but I got lab work to back me up.” I was sure she meant me. I felt a small thrill of pride.
“But this is kind of close, isn't it? Same area, same general technique-” Eric the Viking started. LaGuerta cut him off.
“Totally different,” she said. “Totally different.”
“So you're completely satisfied that McHale committed all those other murders and this one is different,” Nick Something said.
“One hundred percent,” LaGuerta said. “Besides, I never said McHale did the others.”
For a second, the reporters all forgot the horror of not having pictures. “What?” Nick Something finally said.
LaGuerta blushed, but insisted, “I never said McHale did it. McHale said he did it, okay? So what am I supposed to do? Tell him go away, I don't believe you?”
Eric the Viking and Nick Something exchanged a meaningful glance. I would have, too, if only there had been someone for me to look at. So instead I peeked at the central head on the altar. It didn't actually wink at me, but I'm sure it was just as amazed as I was.
“That's nuts,” Eric muttered, but he was overrun by Rick Sangre.
“Are you willing to let us interview McHale?” Sangre demanded.
“Why can't I get my camera guy?” Rick Sangre asked.
“Wasn't there a mirror found at one of the other murders?” Eric the Viking said weakly, trying very hard not to look.
“Have you identified the, uh-” Nick Something said. His head started to turn toward the display and he caught himself, snapped back around to LaGuerta. “Are the victims prostitutes, Detective?”
“Listen,” LaGuerta said. She sounded a little annoyed, and a small trace of Cuban accent showed in her voice for just a second. “Let me esplain something. I don't care if they're prostitutes. I don't care if they got a mirror. I don't care about any of that.” She took a breath and went on, much calmer. “We got the other killer locked up in the jail. We've got a confession. This is a whole new thing, okay? That's the important thing. You can see it-this is different.”
“Then why are you assigned to it?” asked Eric the Viking, very reasonably, I thought.
LaGuerta showed shark teeth. “I solved the other one,” she said.
“But you're sure this is a brand-new killer, Detective?” Rick Sangre asked.
“There's no question. I can't tell you any details, but I got lab work to back me up.” I was sure she meant me. I felt a small thrill of pride.
“But this is kind of close, isn't it? Same area, same general technique-” Eric the Viking started. LaGuerta cut him off.
“Totally different,” she said. “Totally different.”
“So you're completely satisfied that McHale committed all those other murders and this one is different,” Nick Something said.
“One hundred percent,” LaGuerta said. “Besides, I never said McHale did the others.”
For a second, the reporters all forgot the horror of not having pictures. “What?” Nick Something finally said.
LaGuerta blushed, but insisted, “I never said McHale did it. McHale said he did it, okay? So what am I supposed to do? Tell him go away, I don't believe you?”
Eric the Viking and Nick Something exchanged a meaningful glance. I would have, too, if only there had been someone for me to look at. So instead I peeked at the central head on the altar. It didn't actually wink at me, but I'm sure it was just as amazed as I was.
“That's nuts,” Eric muttered, but he was overrun by Rick Sangre.
“Are you willing to let us interview McHale?” Sangre demanded.