IT WAS AFTER MIDNIGHT by the time Cindy got home. Her eyes were raw, her body numb1, and she wondered if she would ever recover from losing Jill.
She knew she wouldn't be able to sleep. The answering machine was blinking. She'd been out of touch all day. She ought to check her e-mail, maybe just to get Jill off her mind.
She went to her computer and checked out the Chronicle's front page. The story of the day was ricin. Jill's COD2 had got-ten out. Her death, coupled with Bengosian's, had put the city in a panic. How easily could ricin be obtained? What were the symptoms? What if it got into the water supply? Were there antidotes3? How many people could die in San Francisco?
She was about to check her e-mail when an Instant Mes-sage bubbled through. Hotwax1199.
Don't waste your time trying to trace this,
the message began. Cindy froze.
No need to even write it down. It belongs to a sixth-grader in Dublin, Ohio. He doesn't even know it's gone. His name is Marion Delgado, the message continued. Do you know who I am?
Yes, Cindy wrote back. I know who you are. You're the son of a bitch who killed my friend Jill. Why are you contacting me?
There's going to be another strike, the answer appeared.
Tomorrow. Not like before. A lot of innocent people are going to die. Completely innocent people.
Where? Cindy typed. She waited anxiously. Can you tell me where? Please!
This G-8 meeting has to be canceled, the mes-sage returned.
You said you wanted to help, so help, god-damnit! These people, the government, they have to own up to their crimes. Murdering innocent people, just for oil. Multinationals4 on the loose, preying5 on the poor across the world. You said you wanted to get our message across. Here's your chance. Make these thieves and mur-derers stop their crimes now.
There was a silence. Cindy wasn't sure if the messenger was still there. She didn't know what to do next.
More words appeared on her screen.
Get them to acknowledge their crimes. It's the only way to stop these deaths.
This was something else, Cindy was thinking. The writer was reaching out. Maybe a sliver6 of guilt7, or reason, holding back the insanity8.
I can tell you want to stop this insanity,
Cindy wrote.
Please, tell me what's going to happen. No one has to get hurt!
Nothing. No further reply came.
"Shit!" Cindy pounded the keyboard. They were using her, that's all. To get their message out.
She typed:
Why did Jill Bernhardt have to die? What crime did she commit? Stealing oil? Globaliza-tion? What did she do?
A full thirty seconds elapsed. Then a minute. Cindy was sure she had lost the messenger. She shouldn't have gotten mad. This was bigger than her anger or her grief.
She finally rested her head against the monitor. When she looked up, she couldn't believe it. More words had appeared.
Jill Bernhardt didn't have anything to do with G-8. This one wasn't like the others. This one was personal, the message read.
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adj.麻木的,失去感觉的;v.使麻木 | |
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解药( antidote的名词复数 ); 解毒剂; 对抗手段; 除害物 | |
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n.疯狂,精神错乱;极端的愚蠢,荒唐 | |
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