I spent the next day interviewing the three women who’d filed suit againstDr. Patrick Hauser. Individually, they came across vulnerable. As a group theywere calmly credible1.
Time for Hauser’s insurance company to settle and cut its losses.
The following morning, I got to work on my report, was still in the thinkingphase when Milo called.
“How’s it going, big guy?”
“It’s going nowhere at warp2 speed. Still haven’t gotten into Michaela’splace, landlord doesn’t like leaving La Jolla.If he doesn’t get here soon, I’m popping the lock. I talked to the Reno detective who nabbedReynold Peaty for peeping. The story was Peaty was in an alley3 behind anapartment building, drunk as a skunk4, looking through the drapes of a rear unitbedroom. The objects of his affliction were three college girls. Some guywalking his dog saw Peaty wagging his weenie and yelled. Peaty ran, the guygave chase, knocked Peaty to the ground, called the cops.”
“Brave citizen.”
“Defensive tackle on the U. Nevada football team,” he said, “Studentneighborhood.”
“Ground-floor rear unit?” I said.
“Just like Michaela’s. The girls were a little younger than Michaela but youcould make a case for victim similarity. What got Peaty off light was thatthese three had a history of being less than careful about the drapes. Also,the prosecutors5 never got word of Peaty’s burglary conviction years before.That was a daylight break-in, cash and ladies’ undies.”
“Voyeur meets up with exhibitionists and everyone goes home happy?”
“Because the exhibitionists didn’t want to testify. The girls’ exuberanceextended to getting creative with videotape. Their main concern was theirparents finding out. Peaty’s a definite creep and I’ve promoted him to thepenthouse of the high-priority bin6.”
“Time for a second interview.”
“I tried. No sign of him or anyone else at the PlayHouse this morning, dittofor his apartment. Mrs. Stadlbraun wanted to have tea again. I drank enough toconstipate a rhino7 and she talked about her grandkids and her godkids and thelamentable state of modern morality. She said she’d started watching Peaty moreclosely but he’s gone most of the day. I’m gonna have Binchy tail him.”
“Any decent phone tips?”
“Mostly the usual Martians and maniacs8 and morons9, but there was one I’mfollowing up on. That’s why I called. Wire service picked up the Times story andsome guy in New Yorkphoned me yesterday. Couple of years ago his daughter went missing out here.What got me interested was she was going to acting10 school, too.”
“The PlayHouse?”
“Father has no idea. There seems to be lots he doesn’t know. An MP reportwas filed on this girl—Tori Giacomo—but it doesn’t look like anyone pursued it.No surprise, given her age and no sign of foul11 play. The guy insisted on flyingout so I figure I can spare him some time. We’re scheduled at three p.m., hopehe likes Indian food. If you’ve got time, I could use some supplementaryintuition.”
“About what?”
“Ruling his daughter out. Listen to him but don’t tell me what I want tohear.”
“Do I ever?”
“No,” he said. “That’s why you’re my pal12.”
--- oOo ---
Pink madras curtains separate Café Moghul’s interior from the traffic andlight of Santa Monica Boulevard.The shadowy storefront is walking distance from the station and when Milo needs to bolt the confines of his office, he uses itas an alternative work site.
The owners are convinced the presence of a large, menacing-looking detectiveserves the same purpose as a well-trained rottweiler. Once in a while Milo obliges them by handling homeless schizophrenics whowander in and try to sample the all-you-can-eat lunch buffet13.
The buffet’s a recent introduction. I’m not convinced it wasn’t put in placefor Milo.
When I got there at three p.m., he was seated behind three plates heapedwith vegetables, rice, curried14 lobster15, and some kind of tandoori meat. Abasket of onion naan was half full. A pitcher16 of clove-flavored tea sat at hisright elbow. Napkin tied around his neck. Only a few sauce specks17.
Off-hour for lunch and he was the only diner. The smiling, bespectacledwoman who runs the place said, “He’s here, sir,” and led me to his usual tableat the rear.
He chewed and swallowed. “Try the lamb.”
“A little early for me.”
“Chai tea?” said the bespectacled woman.
I pointed18 to the pitcher. “Just a glass.”
“Very good.”
Last time I’d seen her, she’d been trying out contact lenses.
She said, “I had allergies19 to the cleaning solution. My nephew’s anophthalmologist, he says LASIK’s safe.”
Milo tried to hide his wince20 but I caughtit. He lives with a surgeon but blanches21 at the thought of doctor visits.
“Good luck,” I said.
The woman said, “I’m still not sure,” and left to get my glass.
Milo wiped his mouth and pulled a bluefolder from his attaché. “Copy of Tori Giacomo’s missing person file. Feel freeto read but I can summarize in a minute.”
“Go ahead.”
“She was living in North Hollywood, alone in a single, working as a waitressat a seafood23 place in Burbank.She told her parents she was coming out to be a star but no one’s aware of anyparts she got and she had no agent. When she disappeared, the landlord storedher junk for thirty days then dumped it. By the time MP got around to checking,there was nothing left.”
“The parents weren’t notified when she skipped?”
“She was twenty-seven, didn’t leave their number on her rental24 application.”
“Who did she give as a reference?”
“File doesn’t say. We’re talking two years ago.” He consulted his Timex.“Her father phoned from the airport an hour ago. Unless there was some disasteron the freeway, he shoulda been here already.”
He squinted25 at numbers he’d scrawled26 on the cover of the folder22, punched hiscell phone. “Mr. Giacomo? Lieutenant27 Sturgis. I’m ready for you…where? What’sthe cross street? No, sir, that’s Little Santa Monica, it’s a short street thatstarts in Beverly Hills,which is where you are…three miles east of here…yes, there are two of them.Little and Big…I agree, it doesn’t make…yeah, L.A. can be a little strange…justturn around and go north to Big Santa Monica…there’s some construction but youcan get through…see you, sir.”
He hung up. “Poor guy thinks he’s confused now.”
Twenty minutes later a compact, dark-haired man in his fifties pushed therestaurant door open, sniffed29 the air, and walked straight toward us as if hehad a score to settle.
Short legs but big strides. Racewalking to what?
He wore a brown tweed sportcoat that fit around the shoulders but was tooroomy everywhere else, a faded blue plaid shirt, navy chinos, bubble-toed workshoes. The dark hair was flat-black with reddish tints30 that betrayed the use ofdye. Dense31 at the sides but sparse32 on top—just a few strands33 over a shiny dome34.His chin was oversized and cleft35, his nose fleshy and flattened36. Brooding eyeslooked us over as he approached. No taller than five nine but his hands werehuge, sausage-fingered, furred at the knuckles37 with more black hair.
In one hand was a cheap red suitcase. The other shot out. “Lou Giacomo.”
Choosing me first. I introduced myself, minus the doctorate38, and he shiftedquickly to Milo.
“Lieutenant.” Going for rank. Military experience or plain old logic39.
“Good to meet you, Mr. Giacomo. Hungry?”
Giacomo’s nose wrinkled. “They got beer?”
“All kinds.” Milo summoned the bespectacledwoman.
Lou Giacomo told her, “Bud. Regular, not Light.” Removing his jacket, hedraped it over the back of his seat, tweaked the arms and the shoulders and thelapel until it hung straight. The plaid shirt was short-sleeved. His forearmswere muscled, hirsute40 cudgels. Producing a billfold, he withdrew a pale bluebusiness card and handed it to Milo.
Milo passed it over.
LOUISA. GIACOMO,JR.
Appliance and Small Engine Repair
You Smash ’Em, We Patch ’Em
Red wrench41 logo in the center. Address and phone number in Bayside, Queens.
Giacomo’s beer arrived in a tall, chilled glass. He looked at it but didn’tdrink. When the bespectacled woman left, he wiped the rim42 of the glass with hisnapkin, squinted, swabbed some more.
“Appreciate you meeting with me, Lieutenant. Learn anything about Tori?”
“Not yet, sir. Why don’t you fill me in?”
Giacomo’s hands clenched43. He bared teeth too even and white to be anythingbut porcelain44. “First thing you gotta know: No one looked for Tori. I calledyour department a bunch of times, talked to all these different people, finallyI reached some detective—some guy named Mortensen. He told me nothing but Ikept calling. He got sick of hearing from me, made it real clear Tori wasn’thigh-priority, it was missing kids he was into. Then he stopped answering mycalls, so I flew out but by that time he’d retired45 and moved to Oregon or somewhere. Ilost my patience, said something to the detective they transferred me to, tothe effect of what’s wrong with you, you care more about traffic tickets thanpeople? He had nothing to say.”
Giacomo frowned into his beer. “Sometimes I lose my patience. Not that itwoulda made a difference. I coulda been the nicest guy in the world, no one wasgonna do anything to find Tori. So I have to go back and tell my wife I gotnothing and she goes and has a nervous breakdown46 on me.”
He pinged a thumbnail on the side of his glass.
Milo said, “Sorry.”
“She got over it,” said Giacomo. “Doctors gave her antidepressants,counseling, whatever. Plus, she had five other kids to deal with—the baby’sthirteen, still in the house. Keeping busy, that’s the best thing. Helps hernot think about Tori.”
Milo nodded and drank tea. Giacomo finallylifted his glass and drank.
“Tastes like Bud,” he said. “What is this place, Pakistani?”
“Indian.”
“We got those where I come from.”
“Indians?”
“Them and their restaurants. I never been.”
“Bayside,” said Milo.
“Grew up there, stayed there. Hasn’t changed that bad except now on top ofyour Italians and your Jews you get Chinese and other Orientals and Indians. Ifixed a coupla their washing machines. Ever been to Bayside?”
Milo shook his head.
Giacomo looked at me.
I said, “Been to Manhattan,that’s it.”
“That’s the city. The city’s for the filthy47 rich people and homeless poorpeople, you got no room for the normal people in between.” He took a generousswallow of beer. “Definitely Bud.” Rolling a fist on the table, he flexed48 hisforearms. Tendons jumped. The big, white teeth again. Eager to bite something.
“Tori wanted to be noticed. Since she was a little girl, my wife told hershe was special. Taking her to these baby beauty contests, sometime she won aribbon, it made the wife happy. Dancing and singing lessons, all these schoolplays. Problem was, Tori’s grades weren’t so great, one semester theythreatened her she’d have to drop out of theater arts unless she passed math.She passed with a D, but that’s what it took, threats.”
I said, “Acting was her main thing.”
“Her mother was always telling her she could be this big movie star.Encouraging her, for the whatchmacallit, the self-esteem. Sounds good but italso put ideas in Tori’s head.”
“Ambitions,” I said.
Giacomo pushed his glass away. “Tori shoulda never come out here, what didshe know about being on her own? It was the first time she was ever on a plane.This is a crazy place, right? You guys tell me if I’m wrong.”
Milo said, “It can be rough.”
“Crazy,” Giacomo repeated. “Tori never worked a day in her life before shecame out here. Until the baby came along she was the only girl, it’s not likeshe’s gonna work with me. Right?”
“Did she live at home before she came out here?”
“Always, with her mother doing everything for her. She never made her ownbed. That’s why it was crazy, picking up out of the blue.”
“Was it a sudden decision?” I said.
Giacomo frowned. “Her mother was putting it in her head for years, but,yeah, when she announced it, it was sudden. Tori was nine years outta highschool but she done nothing except for getting married and that didn’t last.”
“When’d she get married?” said Milo.
“When she was nineteen. A kid she dated in high school, not a bad guy butnot too bright.” Giacomo tapped his head. “At first, Mikey worked for me, I wastrying to help out. Kid couldn’t figure out how to use a frickin’ Allen wrench.So he went to work with his uncle instead.”
“Doing what?”
“Sanitation Department, like the rest of his family. Good pay and benefits,you get in the union, it’s all about who you know. Used to do it myself but youcome home stinkin’ and I got tired of that. Tori said Mikey stunk49 when he camehome, it wouldn’t wash off. Maybe that’s why she got it annulled50, I dunno.”
“How long did the marriage last?” said Milo.
“Three years. Then she’s back at home sitting around, doing nothing for fiveyears except going out on auditions51 for commercials, modeling, whatever.”
“She ever get anything?”
Giacomo shook his head. Bending, he unzipped a compartment52 of the redsuitcase and drew out two head-shots.
Tori Giacomo’s face was millimeters longer than the perfect oval. Huge darkeyes were topped by feathery, fake lashes53. Too-dark eye shadow from anotherera. Same cleft chin as her father. Pretty, maybe borderline beautiful. It hadtaken me a few seconds to come to that conclusion, and in a world of flashimpressions that wouldn’t be enough.
In one photo, her hair was long, dark, and wavy54. In the other, she’dswitched to a shoulder-length, feathery platinum55 cut.
“She’s always been a gorgeous kid,” said Lou Giacomo. “But that ain’tenough, right? You gotta do immoral56 stuff to get ahead. Tori’s a good girl,never missed mass on Sunday and that’s not ’cause we forced her. My oldestsister became a nun57 and Tori was always close to Mary Agnes. Mary Agnes pulledstrings with the monsignor to get the annulment58 through.”
“Tori had a spiritual side,” I said.
“Very, very spiritual. When I was out here I found out where the churcheswere near her apartment and went to all of them.” Giacomo’s eyes narrowed. “Noone knew her, not the priests, the secretaries, no one. So right away I knewsomething was wrong.”
His expression said he meant that on more than one level.
I said, “Tori’d stopped going to church.”
Giacomo sat up straighter. “Some of those churches, they weren’t much tolook at, not like St. Robert Bellarmine, where my wife goes, that’s a church.So maybe Tori wanted a nice church, like she was used to, I dunno. I went tothe biggest one you guys got, downtown. Talked to an assistant to the assistantto the cardinal59 or whatever. Thinking maybe they had some records. No one knewa damn thing there, either.”
He sat back. “That’s it. Ask me whatever you want.”
Milo began with the usual questions,starting with Tori’s ex-husband, the not-too-bright, odiferous Mikey.
Lou Giacomo said, “Mortensen wanted to know the same thing. So I’ll tell youwhat I told him: No way. First off, I know the family and they’re good people.Second, Mikey’s a good kid, the soft type, you know? Third, he and Tori stayedfriendly, there was no problem, they were just too young. Fourth, he never beenout of New York.”
He huffed, glanced over his shoulder. “Not much business in this place. Thefood got a problem?”
“How often did Tori call home?”
“Coupla times a week she talked to her mother. She knew I wasn’t real happyabout her picking up and leaving. She thought I didn’t understand nothing.”
“What’d she tell her mother?”
“That she was making a living on tips and learning how to act.”
“Learning where?”
Giacomo frowned. “She never said. I double-checked with the wife after Italked to you. You can call her and ask any questions you like, but all she’sgonna do is cry, believe me.”
“Give me Mikey’s last name,” said Milo.“For the record.”
“Michael Caravanza. Works at the Forest Hillsbranch. He and Tori looked happier split up than at the wedding. Like both ofthem were free, or something.” He snorted. “Like you can ever be free. Goahead, ask me more.”
Ten more minutes of questioning revealed a sad truth: Louis Giacomo Juniorknew precious little about his daughter’s life since she’d come out to L.A.
Milo said, “The article on Michaela Brandcaught your attention.”
“The acting thing, you know.” Giacomo’s shoulders dropped. “I read it, gotsick in the stomach. I don’t wanna think the worst but it’s been two years. Nomatter what her mother says, Tori woulda called.”
“What does her mother say?”
“Arlene gets crazy theories in her head. Tori met some billionaire and she’soff on some yacht. Stupid stuff like that.” The whites of Giacomo’s eyes hadpinkened around the edges. He choked back a surge of emotion with a furiousgrowl.
“So what do you think?” he demanded of Milo.“This dead girl have something to do with Tori?”
“I don’t know enough to think anything yet, sir.”
“But you figure Tori’s dead, right?”
“I couldn’t say that either, Mr. Giacomo.”
“You couldn’t say but you know it and I know it. Two years. No way shewouldn’t call her mother.”
Milo didn’t answer.
“The other girl,” said Giacomo. “Who killed her?”
“The investigation60 just opened.”
“You get a lot of those? Girls wanna be movie stars getting into bigtrouble?”
“It happens—”
“Bet it happens plenty. What’s the name of the acting school the other girlwent to?”
Milo rubbed his face. “Sir, it reallywouldn’t be a good idea for you to go over there—”
“Why not?”
“Like I said, it’s a new investigation—”
“All I wanna do is ask if they knew Tori.”
“I’ll ask for you, sir. If I learn something, I’ll call you. That’s apromise.”
“Promises, promises,” said Giacomo. “It’s a free country. Nothing illegalabout going over there.”
“Interfering with an investigation’s illegal, sir. Please don’t complicateyour life.”
“That a kinda threat?”
“It’s a request not to interfere61. If I learn anything about Tori, I’ll tellyou.” Milo put money on the table and stood.
Lou Giacomo got up, too. Picked up his red suitcase and fished in a rearpants pocket. “I’ll pay for my own beer.”
“Don’t worry about it.”
“I don’t worry, worrying’s a waste of time. I’ll pay for my own beer. ”Giacomo pulled out a wallet stuffed so thick it was nearly round. Taking out afive, he tossed it near Milo’s cash.
“If I call your medical examiners, ask about unclaimed bodies, what’re theygonna tell me?”
“What makes you think that happened to Tori, Mr. Giacomo?”
“I was watching this show on cable. Forensics detectives, something likethat. They said bodies don’t get claimed, sometimes you do a DNA63, solve an oldcase. So what would they tell me if I asked?”
“If a decedent is identified and someone offers proof of familyrelationship, they’re given forms to fill out and the body can be released.”
“Is it one of those long pain-in-the-ass red-tape things?”
“It can usually be done in two, three days.”
“How long do they keep ’em around?” said Giacomo. “Unclaimed bodies.”
Milo didn’t answer.
“How long, Lieutenant?”
“Legally, the maximum’s a year but it’s usually sooner.”
“How much sooner?”
“It can be thirty to ninety days.”
“Whoa. In and out, huh?” said Giacomo. “What, you got a dead body trafficjam?”
Milo was impassive.
“Even if it’s a murder?” pressed Giacomo. “For a murder they got to keep itaround, right?”
“No, sir.”
“Don’t they need to hold on to it for all that forensic62 stuff?”
“Evidence is collected and stored. What’s not…necessary isn’t kept.”
“What, some union flunky’s getting paid off to ditch bodies?” said Giacomo.
“There’s a space issue.”
“Same deal even with murder?”
“Same deal,” said Milo.
“Okay, then what? Where does the body go if nobody claims it?”
“Sir—”
“Just tell me.” Giacomo buttoned his jacket. “I’m one of those people, meetscrap face-to-face, don’t do no running away. I never fought in no wars but themarines trained me to deal. What’s the next step?”
“The county crematorium.”
“They burn it…okay, what happens to the ashes?”
“They’re placed in an urn28 and kept for two years. If a verified relativesteps forward and pays $541 to cover transportation costs, they get the urn. Ifno one claims the urn, the ashes are scattered64 in a mass grave at the Evergreen65 MemorialCemetery in BoyleHeights—that’s East L.A., near the coroner’s office. The graves are marked withnumbers. It’s a group scattering66, no individual identification is possible. Notall the unclaimed bodies are kept at the main crypt. Some are out in Sylmar,which is a suburb north of L.A., and others are even farther out in Lancaster,which is a city in the Antelope67 Valley—the high desert, maybe seventy mileseast.”
Rattling68 off the facts in the low, emotionless voice of a reluctantpenitent.
Giacomo took it without flinching69. Seemed almost to revel70 in the details. Ithought about the cheap plastic urns71 the county used. Bundles stacked in roomafter room of the cold-storage basement on Mission Road, bound by sturdy white rope.The inevitable72 rot that sets in because refrigeration slows decomposition73 butdoesn’t stop it.
During my first visit to the crypt, I hadn’t thought that through andexpressed surprise to Milo at the greenishpatches mottling a corpse74 lying on a gurney in the basement hallway.
Middle-aged75 man with a John Doe designation, awaiting transfer to thecrematorium. Paperwork laid across his decaying torso, listing the meagerdetails known.
Milo’s answer had been painfully glib:“What happens to steak when you leave it in the fridge too long, Alex?”
Now he told Lou Giacomo: “I’m really sorry for your situation, sir. Ifthere’s anything else you want to tell us about Tori, I’d like to hear it.”
“Like what?”
“Anything that would help find her.”
“The restaurant she worked, her mother thinks it had something with‘Lobster’ in it.”
“The Lobster Pot,” said Milo. “Riverside Drive, inBurbank. Itwent out of business eighteen months ago.”
“You checked it out,” said Giacomo, surprised. “You’re looking for Toribecause you do think it had something to do with the other girl.”
“I’m exploring all the possibilities, sir.”
Giacomo stared at him. “You got something you’re not telling me?”
“No, sir. When are you going back home?”
“Who knows?”
“Where are you staying?”
“Same answer,” said Giacomo. “I’ll find something.”
“There’s a Holiday Inn on Pico past Sepulveda,” said Milo.“Not far from here.”
“Why would I wanna be close to here?” said Giacomo.
“No reason.”
“What, you wanna keep tabs on me?”
“No, sir. Got plenty to do.” Milo motionedto me. The two of us headed for the door.
The bespectacled woman said, “Was everything tasty, Lieutenant?”
Milo said, “Great.”
Lou Giacomo said, “Yeah, everything’s fantastic.”
收听单词发音 |
1
credible
|
|
| adj.可信任的，可靠的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
2
warp
|
|
| vt.弄歪，使翘曲，使不正常，歪曲，使有偏见 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
3
alley
|
|
| n.小巷，胡同；小径，小路 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
4
skunk
|
|
| n.臭鼬，黄鼠狼；v.使惨败，使得零分；烂醉如泥 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
5
prosecutors
|
|
| 检举人( prosecutor的名词复数 )； 告发人； 起诉人； 公诉人 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
6
bin
|
|
| n.箱柜；vt.放入箱内；[计算机] DOS文件名:二进制目标文件 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
7
rhino
|
|
| n.犀牛，钱, 现金 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
8
maniacs
|
|
| n.疯子（maniac的复数形式） | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
9
morons
|
|
| 傻子( moron的名词复数 )； 痴愚者（指心理年龄在8至12岁的成年人） | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
10
acting
|
|
| n.演戏，行为，假装；adj.代理的，临时的，演出用的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
11
foul
|
|
| adj.污秽的；邪恶的；v.弄脏；妨害；犯规；n.犯规 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
12
pal
|
|
| n.朋友，伙伴，同志；vi.结为友 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
13
buffet
|
|
| n.自助餐；饮食柜台；餐台 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
14
curried
|
|
| adj.加了咖喱（或咖喱粉的），用咖哩粉调理的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
15
lobster
|
|
| n.龙虾，龙虾肉 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
16
pitcher
|
|
| n.(有嘴和柄的)大水罐；(棒球)投手 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
17
specks
|
|
| n.眼镜；斑点，微粒，污点( speck的名词复数 ) | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
18
pointed
|
|
| adj.尖的，直截了当的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
19
allergies
|
|
| n.[医]过敏症；[口]厌恶，反感；（对食物、花粉、虫咬等的）过敏症( allergy的名词复数 )；变态反应，变应性 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
20
wince
|
|
| n.畏缩，退避，（因痛苦，苦恼等)面部肌肉抽动；v.畏缩，退缩，退避 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
21
blanches
|
|
| v.使变白( blanch的第三人称单数 )；使（植物）不见阳光而变白；酸洗（金属）使有光泽；用沸水烫（杏仁等）以便去皮 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
|
22
folder
|
|
| n.纸夹，文件夹 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
23
seafood
|
|
| n.海产食品，海味，海鲜 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
24
rental
|
|
| n.租赁，出租，出租业 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
25
squinted
|
|
| 斜视( squint的过去式和过去分词 )； 眯着眼睛； 瞟； 从小孔或缝隙里看 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
26
scrawled
|
|
| 乱涂，潦草地写( scrawl的过去式和过去分词 ) | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
27
lieutenant
|
|
| n.陆军中尉，海军上尉；代理官员，副职官员 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
28
urn
|
|
| n.（有座脚的）瓮；坟墓；骨灰瓮 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
29
sniffed
|
|
| v.以鼻吸气，嗅，闻( sniff的过去式和过去分词 )；抽鼻子（尤指哭泣、患感冒等时出声地用鼻子吸气）；抱怨，不以为然地说 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
30
tints
|
|
| 色彩( tint的名词复数 )； 带白的颜色； （淡色）染发剂； 痕迹 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
31
dense
|
|
| a.密集的，稠密的，浓密的；密度大的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
32
sparse
|
|
| adj.稀疏的，稀稀落落的，薄的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
33
strands
|
|
| n.（线、绳、金属线、毛发等的）股( strand的名词复数 )；缕；海洋、湖或河的)岸；（观点、计划、故事等的）部份v.使滞留，使搁浅( strand的第三人称单数 ) | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
34
dome
|
|
| n.圆屋顶，拱顶 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
35
cleft
|
|
| n.裂缝；adj.裂开的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
36
flattened
|
|
| [医]（水）平扁的，弄平的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
37
knuckles
|
|
| n.（指人）指关节( knuckle的名词复数 )；（指动物）膝关节，踝v.（指人）指关节( knuckle的第三人称单数 )；（指动物）膝关节，踝 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
38
doctorate
|
|
| n.(大学授予的)博士学位 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
39
logic
|
|
| n.逻辑(学)；逻辑性 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
40
hirsute
|
|
| adj.多毛的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
41
wrench
|
|
| v.猛拧；挣脱；使扭伤；n.扳手；痛苦，难受 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
42
rim
|
|
| n.(圆物的)边，轮缘；边界 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
43
clenched
|
|
| v.紧握，抓紧，咬紧( clench的过去式和过去分词 ) | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
44
porcelain
|
|
| n.瓷；adj.瓷的，瓷制的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
45
retired
|
|
| adj.隐退的，退休的，退役的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
46
breakdown
|
|
| n.垮，衰竭；损坏，故障，倒塌 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
47
filthy
|
|
| adj.卑劣的；恶劣的，肮脏的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
48
flexed
|
|
| adj.[医]曲折的，屈曲v.屈曲( flex的过去式和过去分词 )；弯曲；（为准备大干而）显示实力；摩拳擦掌 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
49
stunk
|
|
| v.散发出恶臭( stink的过去分词 )；发臭味；名声臭；糟透 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
50
annulled
|
|
| v.宣告无效( annul的过去式和过去分词 )；取消；使消失；抹去 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
51
auditions
|
|
| n.（对拟做演员、歌手、乐师等人的）试听，试音( audition的名词复数 ) | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
52
compartment
|
|
| n.卧车包房，隔间；分隔的空间 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
53
lashes
|
|
| n.鞭挞( lash的名词复数 )；鞭子；突然猛烈的一击；急速挥动v.鞭打( lash的第三人称单数 )；煽动；紧系；怒斥 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
54
wavy
|
|
| adj.有波浪的，多浪的，波浪状的，波动的，不稳定的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
55
platinum
|
|
| n.白金 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
56
immoral
|
|
| adj.不道德的，淫荡的，荒淫的，有伤风化的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
57
nun
|
|
| n.修女，尼姑 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
58
annulment
|
|
| n.废除，取消，（法院对婚姻等）判决无效 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
59
cardinal
|
|
| n.(天主教的)红衣主教；adj.首要的，基本的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
60
investigation
|
|
| n.调查，调查研究 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
61
interfere
|
|
| v.(in)干涉，干预；(with)妨碍，打扰 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
62
forensic
|
|
| adj.法庭的，雄辩的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
63
DNA
|
|
| (缩)deoxyribonucleic acid 脱氧核糖核酸 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
64
scattered
|
|
| adj.分散的，稀疏的；散步的；疏疏落落的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
65
evergreen
|
|
| n.常青树；adj.四季常青的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
66
scattering
|
|
| n.[物]散射；散乱，分散；在媒介质中的散播adj.散乱的；分散在不同范围的；广泛扩散的；（选票）数量分散的v.散射(scatter的ing形式)；散布；驱散 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
67
antelope
|
|
| n.羚羊；羚羊皮 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
68
rattling
|
|
| adj. 格格作响的, 活泼的, 很好的 adv. 极其, 很, 非常 动词rattle的现在分词 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
69
flinching
|
|
| v.（因危险和痛苦）退缩，畏惧( flinch的现在分词 ) | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
70
revel
|
|
| vi.狂欢作乐，陶醉；n.作乐，狂欢 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
71
urns
|
|
| n.壶( urn的名词复数 )；瓮；缸；骨灰瓮 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
72
inevitable
|
|
| adj.不可避免的，必然发生的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
73
decomposition
|
|
| n. 分解, 腐烂, 崩溃 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
74
corpse
|
|
| n.尸体，死尸 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
75
middle-aged
|
|
| adj.中年的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
| 欢迎访问英文小说网 |