I arrived at Betseys house in Woodbridge, Virginia, in the middle of the night. I’d never been there before, but I didn’t have any trouble rinding it. The FBI and EMS were already there. There were flashing red and yellow lights everywhere, seeming to paint the lawn and front porch with bright, dangerous streaks1.I took a deep breath and walked inside. My sense of balance was off. I was reeling. I acknowledged a tall, blonde FBI agent I knew named Sandy Hammonds. I could see that Sandy had been crying. She was a friend of Betsey’s.
On a hallway table I saw Betsey’s service revolver. Beside it was a printed reminder2 for her next shooting qualifier at the FBI range. The irony3 stung.
I forced myself to walk down a long hallway that led from the living room to the back of the house, which looked to be close to a hundred years old. It was filled with the kind of country clutter4 that she’d loved when she was alive. The master bedroom was situated5 at the end of the hall.
I knew instantly that the murder had happened in there. The FBI techs and the local police were swarming6 at the open door like angry wasps7 around a threatened hive. The house was strangely, eerily8 quiet. This was as bad as it gets, worse than anything else. Ever.
Another one of my partners was dead.
The second one brutally9 murdered in two years.
And Betsey had been much more than just a partner.
How could this have happened? What did it mean? I saw Betsey’s small body sprawled10 on the hardwood floor and I went cold. My hand flew to my face, a reflex over which I had no control.
The killer11 had stripped off her nightclothes. I didn’t see them anywhere in the bedroom. The lower body was coated with blood. He’d used a knife. He’d punished Betsey with it. I desperately12 wanted to cover her, but I knew I couldn’t.
Betsey’s brown eyes were staring up at me, but they saw nothing. I remembered kissing those eyes, and that sweet face. I remembered her laugh, high-pitched and musical. I stood there for a long time, mourning Betsey, missing her terribly. I wanted to turn away, but I didn’t. I just couldn’t leave her like this.
As I stood in the bedroom, trying to figure out something coherent about Betsey’s murder, the cell phone in my jacket pocket went off. I jumped. I grabbed it, but then hesitated. I didn’t want to answer. ‘Alex Cross,’ I finally spoke14 into the receiver. I heard a machine-filtered voice and it cut right through me. I shuddered15 against my will.
‘I know who this is and I even know where you are. At poor, dear, butchered Betsey’s. Do you feel a little bit like a puppet on a string, Detective?You should/said the Mastermind,’because that’s what you are. You’re my favorite puppet, in fact.’
‘Why did you kill her?’I asked the monster on the other end of the phone line. ‘You didn’t have to do this.’
He laughed a mechanical laugh and the hairs on the back of my neck stood up.’You ought to be able to figure that out, no? You’re the famous Detective Alex Cross. You have all those big, important cases notched16 on your belt. You caught Gary Soneji, Casanova. You solved Jack13 and Jill. Christ, you’re impressive.’
I spoke in a low voice. ‘Why don’t you come after me right now?
How about tonight? As you say, you know where I am.’
The Mastermind laughed again, quietly, almost under his breath. ‘How about I kill your grandmother and your three kids tonight? I know where they are, too. You left your partner with them, didn’t you?You think he can stop me? John Sampson doesn’t have a chance against me.’
I hung up and sprinted17 out of the house in Woodbridge. I called Sampson in Washington and he picked up on the second ring. ‘Everything okay there?’ I gasped18.
‘Everything’s fine, Alex. No problems here. You don’t sound too good, though. What’s up? What happened?’
‘He said he’s coming for you and Nana and the kids,’ I told John.
‘The Mastermind.’
‘Not going to happen, sugar. Nobody will get past me. I hope to hell he tries.’
‘Be careful, John. I’m on my way back to Washington right now.
Please be careful. He’s crazy. He didn’t just kill Betsey, he defiled19 her.’ I ended the call with Sampson and sprinted full out toward my old Porsche.
The cell phone rang again before I got to the car. ‘Cross,’ I answered, still running as I spoke, trying to steady the receiver against my chin and ear.
It was him again. He was laughing maniacally20. ‘You can relax, Dr Cross. I can hear your labored21 breathing. I’m not going to hurt them tonight. I was just rucking with you. Having some fun at your expense.
‘You’re running, aren’t you? Keep running, Dr Cross. But you won’t be fast enough. You can’t get away from me. It’s you I want. You’re next, Dr Cross.
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n.(与周围有所不同的)条纹( streak的名词复数 );(通常指不好的)特征(倾向);(不断经历成功或失败的)一段时期v.快速移动( streak的第三人称单数 );使布满条纹 | |
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n.提醒物,纪念品;暗示,提示 | |
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n.反语,冷嘲;具有讽刺意味的事,嘲弄 | |
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密集( swarm的现在分词 ); 云集; 成群地移动; 蜜蜂或其他飞行昆虫成群地飞来飞去 | |
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黄蜂( wasp的名词复数 ); 胡蜂; 易动怒的人; 刻毒的人 | |
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v.伸开四肢坐[躺]( sprawl的过去式和过去分词);蔓延;杂乱无序地拓展;四肢伸展坐着(或躺着) | |
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n.(车轮的)辐条;轮辐;破坏某人的计划;阻挠某人的行动 v.讲,谈(speak的过去式);说;演说;从某种观点来说 | |
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v.喘气( gasp的过去式和过去分词 );喘息;倒抽气;很想要 | |
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v.玷污( defile的过去式和过去分词 );污染;弄脏;纵列行进 | |
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adj.吃力的,谨慎的v.努力争取(for)( labor的过去式和过去分词 );苦干;详细分析;(指引擎)缓慢而困难地运转 | |
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