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Darkly dreaming Dexter :: Lindsay Jeffry P.
Страница: 116 из 160“As far as I know, there are more officers assigned to keeping the TV cameras out than to doing any actual work onthis thing.”
“Good,” I said. “If we can find the body parts, we might get a small jump on things.”
“Okay. Where do we look?”
It was a fair question, which naturally put me at a disadvantage. I had no idea where to look. Would the limbs be left in the killing room? I didn't think so-it seemed messy to me, and if he wanted to use that same room again, it would be impossible with that kind of nasty clutter lying around.
All right, then I would assume that the rest of the meat had gone somewhere else. But where?
Or perhaps, it slowly dawned on me, the real question should be: Why? The display of the heads was for a reason. What would be the reason for putting the rest of the bodies somewhere else? Simple concealment? No-nothing was simple with this man, and concealment was evidently not a virtue he prized too highly. Especially right now, when he was showing off a bit. That being the case, where would he leave a stack of leftovers?
“Well?” Deborah demanded. “How about it? Where should we look?”
I shook my head. “I don't know,” I said slowly. “Wherever he left the stuff, it's part of his statement. And we're not really sure what his statement is yet, are we?”
“Goddamn it, Dexter-”
“I know he wants to rub our noses in it. He needs to say that we did something incredibly dumb, and even if we hadn't he's still smarter than we are.”
“So far he's right,” she said, putting on her grouper face.
“So… wherever he dumped the stuff, it has to continue that statement. That we're stupid- No, I'm wrong. That we DID something stupid.”
“Right. Very important difference.”
“Please, Deb, you'll hurt your face like that. It is important, because he's going to comment on the ACT, and not on the ACTORS.”
“Uh-huh. That's really good, Dex. So we should probably head for the nearest dinner theater and look around for an actor with blood up to his elbows, right?”
I shook my head. “No blood, Deb. None at all. That's one of the most important things.”
“How can you be so sure?”
“Because there's been no blood at any of the scenes. That's deliberate, and it's vital to what he's doing. And this time, he'll repeat the important parts, but comment on what he's already done, because we've missed it, don't you see?”
“Sure, I see. Makes perfect sense. So why don't we go check Office Depot Center? He's probably got the bodies stacked up in the net again.”
I opened my mouth to make some wonderfully clever reply.
“Good,” I said. “If we can find the body parts, we might get a small jump on things.”
“Okay. Where do we look?”
It was a fair question, which naturally put me at a disadvantage. I had no idea where to look. Would the limbs be left in the killing room? I didn't think so-it seemed messy to me, and if he wanted to use that same room again, it would be impossible with that kind of nasty clutter lying around.
All right, then I would assume that the rest of the meat had gone somewhere else. But where?
Or perhaps, it slowly dawned on me, the real question should be: Why? The display of the heads was for a reason. What would be the reason for putting the rest of the bodies somewhere else? Simple concealment? No-nothing was simple with this man, and concealment was evidently not a virtue he prized too highly. Especially right now, when he was showing off a bit. That being the case, where would he leave a stack of leftovers?
“Well?” Deborah demanded. “How about it? Where should we look?”
I shook my head. “I don't know,” I said slowly. “Wherever he left the stuff, it's part of his statement. And we're not really sure what his statement is yet, are we?”
“Goddamn it, Dexter-”
“I know he wants to rub our noses in it. He needs to say that we did something incredibly dumb, and even if we hadn't he's still smarter than we are.”
“So far he's right,” she said, putting on her grouper face.
“So… wherever he dumped the stuff, it has to continue that statement. That we're stupid- No, I'm wrong. That we DID something stupid.”
“Right. Very important difference.”
“Please, Deb, you'll hurt your face like that. It is important, because he's going to comment on the ACT, and not on the ACTORS.”
“Uh-huh. That's really good, Dex. So we should probably head for the nearest dinner theater and look around for an actor with blood up to his elbows, right?”
I shook my head. “No blood, Deb. None at all. That's one of the most important things.”
“How can you be so sure?”
“Because there's been no blood at any of the scenes. That's deliberate, and it's vital to what he's doing. And this time, he'll repeat the important parts, but comment on what he's already done, because we've missed it, don't you see?”
“Sure, I see. Makes perfect sense. So why don't we go check Office Depot Center? He's probably got the bodies stacked up in the net again.”
I opened my mouth to make some wonderfully clever reply.