Коллекционер

Chapter 1

           "YoumeanI’mtoposeforobscenephotographssothatifIescapeIshan’tdaretellthepoliceaboutyou."

           That’stheidea,Isaid.Notobscene.Justphotosyouwouldn’twanttobepublished.Art-photographs.

           "No."

           I’monlyaskingwhatyoudidwithoutaskingtheotherday.

           "No,no,no."

           Iknowyourgame,Isaid.

           "WhatIdidthenwaswrong.Ididit,Ididitoutofdespairthatthereisnothingbetweenusexceptmeannessandsuspicionandhate.Thisisdifferent.It’svile."

           Idon’tseethedifference.

           Shegotupandwentuptotheendwall.

           Youdiditonce,Isaid.Youcandoitagain.

           "God,God,it’slikealunaticasylum."ShelookedallroundtheroomlikeIwasn’tthere,liketherewassomeoneelselisteningorshewasgoingtobustdownthewalls.

           Eitheryoudoitoryoudon’tgooutatall.Nowalkingoutthere.Nobaths.Nonothing.

           Isaid,youtookmeinforabit.You’vejustgotoneidea.Getawayfromme.Makeafoolofmeandgetthepoliceontome.

           You’renobetterthanacommonstreet-woman,Isaid.IusedtorespectyoubecauseIthoughtyouwereabovewhatyoudone.Notliketherest.Butyou’rejustthesame.Youdoanydisgustingthingtogetwhatyouwant.

           "Stopit,stopit,"shecried.

           IcouldgetalotmoreexpertthanyouinLondon.Anytime.AnddowhatIliked.

           "Youdisgustingfilthymean-mindedbastard."

           Goon,Isaid.That’sjustyourlanguage.

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