WHILE RICKY MALCOLM SLEPT in a holding cell on the tenth floor at 850 Bryant, I opened the door to his second-floor, one-bedroom apartment over the Shanghai China restaurant on Mission. Then Conklin, McNeil, Chi, and I stepped inside. A faint stink1 of decomposing2 flesh hit me as soon as I crossed the threshold.
“Smell that?” I said to Cappy McNeil. Cappy had been on the force for twenty-five years and had seen more than his share of dead.
He nodded. “Think he left one of those bags of body parts behind?”
“Or maybe he just kept a souvenir. A finger. Or an ear.”
McNeil and his partner, the lean and resourceful Paul Chi, headed for the kitchen while Conklin and I took the bedroom.
There was a pull-shade in the one window. I gave it a yank and it rolled up with a bang, throwing Ricky Malcolm’s boudoir into a dim morning light. The room was a study in filth3. The sheets were bunched to one side of the stained mattress4, and cigarette butts5 floated inside a coffee mug on the nightstand. Dinner plates balanced on the dresser and the television set, forks congealed6 in the remains7 of whatever Malcolm had eaten in the last week or two.
I opened the drawer in the nightstand, found a couple of joints8, assorted9 pharmaceuticals10, a strip of Rough Riders. McNeil came into the room, looked around, said, “I like what he’s done with the place.”
“Find anything?”
“No. And unless Ricky dismembered Campion with a four-inch paring knife, the blade’s not in the kitchen. By the way, the smell is stronger in here.”
Conklin opened the closet, searched pockets and shoes, then went to the dresser. He tossed out T-shirts and porn magazines, but I was the one who found the dead mouse under a steel-toed work boot behind the door.
“Whoaaa. I think I found it.”
“Nice door prize,” McNeil cracked.
Four hours went by, and after turning over every stinking11 thing in Malcolm’s apartment, Conklin sighed his disappointment.
“There’s no weapon here.”
“Okay, then,” I said. “I guess we’re done.”
We stepped out into the street as the flatbed truck pulled up to the curb12. CSIs hooked up Malcolm’s ’97 Ford13 pickup14, and we stood by as the truck rattled15 noisily up the hill on the way to the crime lab. McNeil and Chi took off in their squad16 car, and Conklin and I got into ours.
Conklin said, “I’ll bet you a hundred bucks17, or dinner - your choice, Lindsay -”
I laughed at his girl-magnet smile.
“I’ll bet you Michael Campion’s DNA18 is somewhere inside the bed of that truck.”
“I don’t want to bet,” I said. “I want you to be right.”
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vi.发出恶臭;糟透,招人厌恶;n.恶臭 | |
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腐烂( decompose的现在分词 ); (使)分解; 分解(某物质、光线等) | |
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n.肮脏,污物,污秽;淫猥 | |
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笑柄( butt的名词复数 ); (武器或工具的)粗大的一端; 屁股; 烟蒂 | |
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v.使凝结,冻结( congeal的过去式和过去分词 );(指血)凝结 | |
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n.剩余物,残留物;遗体,遗迹 | |
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接头( joint的名词复数 ); 关节; 公共场所(尤指价格低廉的饮食和娱乐场所) (非正式); 一块烤肉 (英式英语) | |
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adj.臭的,烂醉的,讨厌的v.散发出恶臭( stink的现在分词 );发臭味;名声臭;糟透 | |
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n.班,小队,小团体;vt.把…编成班或小组 | |
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n.雄鹿( buck的名词复数 );钱;(英国十九世纪初的)花花公子;(用于某些表达方式)责任v.(马等)猛然弓背跃起( buck的第三人称单数 );抵制;猛然震荡;马等尥起后蹄跳跃 | |
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(缩)deoxyribonucleic acid 脱氧核糖核酸 | |
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