Таинственная история Билли Миллигана

           NikkiMillerheardBessellsay,"Listen,Bill,yourapedthreewomenandwewanttoknowaboutit."

           "DidIdothat?"Milliganasked."DidIhurtanyone?IfIhurtsomeone,I’msorry."

           Afterthat,Milligansatmute.

           Besselltookhimtothefourthfloorslatingroomtogethimfingerprintedandphotographed.

           Auniformedpolicewomanlookedupastheyentered.BessellgrabbedMilligan’shandtobeginthefingerprinting,buttheprisonerjerkedbacksuddenly,asifterrifiedtobetouchedbyhim,andmovedbehindthepolicewomanforprotection.

           "He’sscaredaboutsomething,"shesaid.Turningtothewhite-faced,tremblingyouth,shespokesoftly,asiftoachild:"We’vegottotakeyourprints.DoyouunderstandwhatI’msaying?"

           "I—Idon’twanthimtotouchme."

           "Allright,"shesaid."I’lldoit.Isthatokay?"

           Milligannoddedandletherfingerprinthim.Afterthefingerprintingandphotographing,anofficerledhimawaytoaholdingcell.

           Whenthesearchwarrantformswerecompleted,NikkiMillerphonedJudgeWest.Hearingtheevidenceshehad,andconsideringtheurgencyofthematter,hetoldhertocometohishome,andatone-twentythatmorninghesignedthewarrants.

           MillerdrovebacktotheChanningwayapartmentcomplexthroughthefog,whichhadgottenevenworse.