WE PULLED UP to the curb1 at the same time Conklin’s car arrived. His passenger-side door swung open before he’d come to a full halt and a young woman sprang out, dashed across the lawn toward the remains2 of the Malone house.
Conklin called out to her, but she didn’t stop. For a second she turned her face into our headlights and I saw her clearly. She was a whip-slim thirty-year-old in tights, a tiny skirt, a brown leather jacket. Her hair was copper-red, worn in a braid down her back long enough to sit on. Wisps of hair had escaped the braid, haloing her face in our headlights. Halo was the right word.
Kelly Malone had the face of a Madonna.
Conklin ran to catch up to her, and by the time Jacobi and I reached them, Conklin had opened the fire department lock on the front door. With dusky light filtering in through the caved-in roof, we walked Kelly Malone through the skeleton of her parents’ house. It was a wrenching3 tour, Conklin staying close to Kelly’s side as she cried out, “Oh, God, oh, God. Richie, no one could have hated them this much. I just don’t believe it.”
Kelly avoided the library where her parents had died. Instead she walked upstairs into a smoky cone4 of light. Conklin was beside Kelly when she crossed the threshold into what remained of the master suite5. The ceiling had been punched out with pike poles. Soot6 and water had destroyed the furnishings, the carpeting, and the photos on the walls.
Kelly lifted a wedding portrait of her parents from the floor, wiped it with her sleeve. The glass hadn’t broken, but water had seeped7 in along the edges.
“I think this can be restored,” she said, tears cracking her voice.
“Sure. Sure, that can be done,” Conklin said.
He showed Kelly the open safe in the closet, asked her if she knew what her parents had kept there.
“My mom had some antique pieces that my grandmother left her. I guess the insurance company will have a list.”
Jacobi asked, “Miss Malone. Anyone you can think of who might have had a grudge8 against your parents?”
“I haven’t lived here since I was eighteen,” she said. “My dad could throw his weight around at the dealership9, but if there’d been any serious threats, my mom would’ve told me.
“Are you sure this wasn’t an accident?” she asked, turning pleading eyes on my partner.
Conklin said, “I’m sorry, Kelly. This was no accident.”
He put his arms around her and Kelly sobbed10 against his chest. Her pain was breaking my own heart. Still, I had to ask. “Kelly, who stands to benefit the most from your parents’ death?”
The young woman recoiled11 as if I’d struck her.
“Me,” she shouted. “I do. And my brother. You got us. We hired a hit man to kill our parents and torch the house so that we could inherit our parents’ money.”
I said, “Kelly, I’m sorry. I wasn’t implying that you had anything to do with this.” But she talked only to Conklin after that.
As I stood downstairs with Jacobi, I overheard Rich tell Kelly about the note in Latin written on the flyleaf of a book.
“Latin? I don’t know anything about that. If Mom or Dad wrote anything in Latin, it would have been the first and only time,” said Kelly Malone.
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n.场外证券市场,场外交易;vt.制止,抑制 | |
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n.修截苗根,苗木铲根(铲根时苗木不起土或部分起土)v.(猛力地)扭( wrench的现在分词 );扭伤;使感到痛苦;使悲痛 | |
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v.(液体)渗( seep的过去式和过去分词 );渗透;渗出;漏出 | |
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10 sobbed | |
哭泣,啜泣( sob的过去式和过去分词 ); 哭诉,呜咽地说 | |
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v.畏缩( recoil的过去式和过去分词 );退缩;报应;返回 | |
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