We met with Gloria dos Santos at the police station in the Brentwood section of LA. It was a one-story concrete building, about as non-descript as a post office. Detective Peter Kim joined us in a small interview room, which was about six by five feet, soundproof, with padded walls. Kim was slender, around six feet, in his late twenties. He dressed well, and seemed more like an up-and-coming Los Angeles business executive than a policeman to me. Gloria dos Santos obviously knew Kim, and they didn’t seem too fond of each other. She called him’Detective Fuhrman’, and she used the name over and over, until Kim told her to’can it’or he would lock her the hell up. dos Santos wore a short black dress, high black boots, leather wristbands. There were about a dozen earrings1 in strategic locations on her body. Her frizzy black hair was piled high, but some also cascaded2 down to her shoulders. She was only an inch or two over five feet and had a hard face. Her lashes3 were thick with mascara and she used purple eye shadow. She looked to be in good physical shape - like all the other victims so far.
She stared at Kirn, then at me, and finally at Jamilla Hughes. She shook her head and smirked4. She didn’t like us, which was fine - I didn’t much like her either.
She sneered5. ‘Can I smoke in this rat-trap? I’m going to smoke, like it or not. If you don’t like it, then I’m going the hell home.’
‘So smoke,’ Kim said. ‘But you’re not going home under any fucking circumstances.’ He took out some David’s ranch-style seeds and started to eat them. Kim was a strange boy himself. dos Santos lit up a Camel and blew out a thick stream of smoke in Kirn’s face.
‘Detective Fuhrman knows everything that I know. Why don’t you just get it all from him? He’s brilliant, yknow. Just ask him about it. Graduated with some cumma honors from UCLA.’
‘There are a few things we aren’t clear about,’ I said to her. “That’s why we came all the way from San Francisco to see you. Actually, I came from Washington, DC.’
‘Long trip for nothing. Shaft,’ she said. Gloria dos Santos had a zinger for every occasion. She wiped her hand over her face a few times as if she were trying to wake herself up. ‘You’re obviously high as a kite/Jamilla cut in. “That doesn’t matter to us. Relax, girl. These men who attacked you hurt you pretty bad.’ dos Santos snorted. ‘Pretty bad? They broke two ribs6, broke my arm. They knocked me down ‘bout six times. Fortunately, they knocked me right down a goddamn hill, side of a mountain, actually. I started rolling. Got up. Ran my ass7 off.’
‘The initial report said that you didn’t see either of them very well.
Then you claimed that they were in their forties or fifties.’ She shrugged8. ‘I don’t know. It was foggy. That’s an impression I had. Earlier that night, I went to the Fang9 Club on West Pico. It’s the only place where you can meet real vampires10 and live to tell about it. So they say. I was going to a lot of Goth clubs back then - Stigmata, Coven 13, Vampiricus over in Long Beach. I worked at Necromane. What’s Necromane?’ she asked, as if it were a question we would want answered. She was right. ‘Necromane is a boutique for people who are really into the dead. You can buy real human skulls11 there. Fingers, toes. A full human skeleton if that’s your thing.’ ‘It’s not,’ Jamilla said. ‘But I’ve been to a shop like that in San Francisco. It’s called the Coroner.’
The girl looked at her contemptuously. ‘So I’m fucking impressed?
You must be very cool. You must live right on the edge.’
I spoke12 again. ‘We’re trying to help you. We—‘
She cut me off.’Bullshit, you’re trying to help yourselves. You’ve got another big case. Those kinky murders in San Francisco, right? I can read, man. You couldn’t care less about Gloria dos Santos and her problems. I got lots of them. More than you know. Who gives a shit, right?’
Two people were killed in Golden Gate Park. It was a massacre13. Did you read that? We think it might be the same men who attacked you/1 told her.
‘Yeah, well let me tell you something you better get straight. The two men who attacked me were vampires’. Got that? I know this is impossible for you to wrap your little minds around, but there are vampires. They set themselves apart from the human world. That means - they aren’t like you!
‘Two of them almost killed me. They were hunting in Beverly Hills. They kill people every fucking day in LA! They drink their blood. They call it feeding. They chew on their bones like it’s KFP, that’s Kentucky Fried People, chumps. I can see you don’t believe me. Well, believe me.’
The door to the interview room opened quietly. A uniformed patrolman popped in and whispered something to Detective Kim. Kim frowned and looked at us, then at dos Santos. “There was a killing14 on Sunset Boulevard a short time ago. Someone was bitten and then hanged at one of the better hotels.’
Gloria dos Santos’s face twisted horribly. Her eyes grew small and very angry. She flew into a rage, started to scream at the top of her voice. ‘They followed you here, you assholes! Don’t you get it? They followed you! Oh my God, they know I talked to you. Oh Jesus Christ, they’ll get me. You just got me killed!
1 earrings | |
n.耳环( earring的名词复数 );耳坠子 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
2 cascaded | |
级联的 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
3 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: |
|
|
4 smirked | |
v.傻笑( smirk的过去分词 ) | |
参考例句: |
|
|
5 sneered | |
讥笑,冷笑( sneer的过去式和过去分词 ) | |
参考例句: |
|
|
6 ribs | |
n.肋骨( rib的名词复数 );(船或屋顶等的)肋拱;肋骨状的东西;(织物的)凸条花纹 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
7 ass | |
n.驴;傻瓜,蠢笨的人 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
8 shrugged | |
vt.耸肩(shrug的过去式与过去分词形式) | |
参考例句: |
|
|
9 fang | |
n.尖牙,犬牙 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
10 vampires | |
n.吸血鬼( vampire的名词复数 );吸血蝠;高利贷者;(舞台上的)活板门 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
11 skulls | |
颅骨( skull的名词复数 ); 脑袋; 脑子; 脑瓜 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
12 spoke | |
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 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
13 massacre | |
n.残杀,大屠杀;v.残杀,集体屠杀 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
14 killing | |
n.巨额利润;突然赚大钱,发大财 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
欢迎访问英文小说网 |