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.
