3 eclipse月食-第44节
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before the time of death; though these conclusions are difficult to be sure of; considering the state of
the evidence。
Another similarity that points to the possibility of a serial: every crime is perfectly clean of evidence;
aside from the remains themselves。 Not a fingerprint; not a tire tread mark nor a foreign hair is left
behind。 There have been no sightings of any suspect in the disappearances。
Then there are the disappearances themselves — hardly low profile by any means。 None of the
victims are what could be viewed as easy targets。 None are runaways or the homeless; who vanish
so easily and are seldom reported missing。 Victims have vanished from their homes; from a fourth…
story apartment; from a health club; from a wedding reception。 Perhaps the most astounding: 30…
year…old amateur boxer Robert Walsh entered a movie theater with a date; a few minutes into the
movie; the woman realized that he was not in his seat。 His body was found only three hours later
when fire fighters were called to the scene of a burning trash Dumpster; twenty miles away。
Another pattern is present in the slayings: all of the victims disappeared at night。
And the most alarming pattern? Acceleration。 Six of the homicides were committed in the first
month; 11 in the second。 Twenty…two have occurred in the last 10 days alone。 And the police are
no closer to finding the responsible party than they were after the first charred body was
discovered。
The evidence is conflicting; the pieces horrifying。 A vicious new gang or a wildly active serial killer?
Or something else the police haven’t yet conceived of?
Only one conclusion is indisputable: something hideous is stalking Seattle。
It took me three tries to read the last sentence; and I realized the problem was my shaking hands。
“Bella?”
Focused as I was; Edward’s voice; though quiet and not totally unexpected; made me gasp and whirl。
He was leaning in the doorway; his eyebrows pulled together。 Then he was suddenly at my side; taking my
hand。
“Did I startle you? I’m sorry。 I did knock。 。 。 。”
“No; no;” I said quickly。 “Have you seen this?” I pointed to the paper。
A frown creased his forehead。
“I hadn’t seen today’s news yet。 But I knew it was getting worse。 We’re going to have to do something 。 。
。 quickly。”
I didn’t like that。 I hated any of them taking chances; and whatever or whoever was in Seattle was truly
beginning to frighten me。 But the idea of the Volturi coming was just as scary。
“What does Alice say?”
“That’s the problem。” His frown hardened。 “She can’t see anything 。 。 。 though we’ve made up our minds
half a dozen times to check it out。 She’s starting to lose confidence。 She feels like she’s missing too much
these days; that something’s wrong。 That maybe her vision is slipping away。”
My eyes were wide。 “Can that happen?”
“Who knows? No one’s ever done a study 。 。 。 but I really doubt it。 These things tend to intensify over
time。 Look at Aro and Jane。”
“Then what’s wrong?”
“Self…fulfilling prophecy; I think。 We keep waiting for Alice to see something so we can go 。 。 。 and she
doesn’t see anything because we won’t really go until she does。 So she can’t see us there。 Maybe we’ll have
to do it blind。”
I shuddered。 “No。”
“Did you have a strong desire to attend class today? We’re only a couple of days from finals; they won’t
be giving us anything new。”
“I think I can live without school for a day。 What are we doing?”
“I want to talk to Jasper。”
Jasper; again。 It was strange。 In the Cullen family; Jasper was always a little on the fringe; part of things
but never the center of them。 It was my unspoken assumption that he was only there for Alice。 I had the sense
that he would follow Alice anywhere; but that this lifestyle was not his first choice。 The fact that he was less
committed to it than the others was probably why he had more difficulty keeping it up。
At any rate; I’d never seen Edward feel dependent on Jasper。 I wondered again what he’d meant about
Jasper’s expertise。 I really didn’t know much about Jasper’s history; just that he had come from somewhere in
the south before Alice found him。 For some reason; Edward had always shied away from any questions about
his newest brother。 And I’d always been too intimidated by the tall; blond vampire who looked like a
brooding movie star to ask him outright。
When we got to the house; we found Carlisle; Esme; and Jasper watching the news intently; though the
sound was so low that it was unintelligible to me。 Alice was perched on the bottom step of the grand staircase;
her face in her hands and her expression discouraged。 As we walked in; Emmett ambled through the kitchen
door; seeming perfectly at ease。 Nothing ever bothered Emmett。
“Hey; Edward。 Ditching; Bella?” He grinned at me。
“We both are;” Edward reminded him。
Emmett laughed。 “Yes; but it’s her first time through high school。 She might miss something。”
Edward rolled his eyes; but otherwise ignored his favorite brother。 He tossed the paper to Carlisle。
“Did you see that they’re considering a serial killer now?” he asked。
Carlisle sighed。 “They’ve had two specialists debating that possibility on CNN all morning。”
“We can’t let this go on。”
“Let’s go now;” Emmett said with sudden enthusiasm。 “I’m dead bored。”
A hiss echoed down the stairway from upstairs。
“She’s such a pessimist;” Emmett muttered to himself。
Edward agreed with Emmett。 “We’ll have to go sometime。”
Rosalie appeared at the top of the stairs and descended slowly。 Her face was smooth; expressionless。
Carlisle was shaking his head。 “I’m concerned。 We’ve never involved ourselves in this kind of thing
before。 It’s not our business。 We aren’t the Volturi。”
“I don’t want the Volturi to have to come here;” Edward said。 “It gives us so much less reaction time。”
“And all those innocent humans in Seattle;” Esme murmured。 “It’s not right to let them die this way。”
“I know;” Carlisle sighed。
“Oh;” Edward said sharply; turning his head slightly to look at Jasper。 “I didn’t think of that。 I see。 You’re
right; that has to be it。 Well; that changes everything。”
I wasn’t the only one who stared at him in confusion; but I might have been the only one who didn’t look
slightly annoyed。
“I think you’d better explain to the others;” Edward said to Jasper。 “What could be the purpose of this?”
Edward started to pace; staring at the floor; lost in thought。
I hadn’t seen her get up; but Alice was there beside me。 “What is he rambling about?” she asked Jasper。
“What are you thinking?”
Jasper didn’t seem to enjoy the spotlight。 He hesitated; reading every face in the circle — for everyone
had moved in to hear what he would say — and then his eyes paused on my face。
“You’re confused;” he said to me; his deep voice very quiet。
There was no question in his assumption。 Jasper knew what I was feeling; what everyone was feeling。
“We’re all confused;” Emmett grumbled。
“You can afford the time to be patient;” Jasper told him。 “Bella should understand this; too。 She’s one of
us now。”
His words took me by surprise。 As little as I’d had to do with Jasper; especially since my last birthday
when he’d tried to kill me; I hadn’t realize that he thought of me that way。
“How much do you know about me; Bella?” Jasper asked。
Emmett sighed theatrically; and plopped down on the couch to wait with exaggerated impatience。
“Not much;” I admitted。
Jasper stared at Edward; who looked up to meet his gaze。
“No;” Edward answered his thought。 “I’m sure you can understand why I haven’t told her that story。 But I
suppose she needs to hear it now。”
Jasper nodded thoughtfully; and then started to roll up the arm of his ivory sweater。
I watched; curious and confused; trying to figure out what he was doing。 He held his wrist under the edge
of the lampshade beside him; close to the light of the naked bulb; and traced his finger across a raised crescent
mark on the pale skin。
It took me a minute to understand why the shape looked strangely familiar。
“Oh;” I breathed as realization hit。 “Jasper; you have a scar exactly like mine。”
I held out my hand; the silvery crescent more prominent against my cream skin than against his alabaster。
Jasper smiled faintly。 “I have a lot of scars like yours; Bella。”
Jasper’s face was unreadable as he pushed the sleeve of his thin sweater higher up his arm。 At first my
eyes could not make sense of the texture that was layered thickly across the skin。 Curved half…moons
crisscrossed in a feathery pattern that was only visible; white on white as it was; because the bright glow of the
lamp beside him threw the slightly raised design into reli