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Kamiński walked out of St. James Cathedral and went to the blue Cadillac where Cammarata was waiting for him.
<<I’d say I’ll drive you to your house now because you need a good shower.>>
<<Yes Eva, I really need it, thank you. I am also very tired.>>
<<So what? That bitch of an old nun, did she tell you something important?>>
<<A shit!>>
“He must have pissed that chick off too, it’s the first time I’ve heard him swear>>, thought the woman and said:
<<As a dick, I waited for you for at least half an hour and he didn’t say anything to you?>>
<<A shit did I tell you!>>
The F.B.I. officer nervously honked his horn at a motorist and said:
<<I just can’t stand assholes who turn and don’t use their blinkers, assholes!>>
<<Well of course he talked to me. But he told me though all bullshit.>>
Cammarata bowed his head and insisted:
<<Bullshit might still be useful to the investigation.>>
<<First of all, think what nonsense, she claims to be a clairvoyant and in her visions she saw that Sister Evelyn was murdered, chopped up with a hatchet and then eaten by a man. So we would be dealing with a cannibal.>>
<<Yes, true, that’s just absurd! But if you tell me “we would be dealing with” does that mean that, after all, you still hold it as an evaluable hypothesis this crazy externalization of Sister Matilda?>>
<<Effectively, she didn’t really say all bullshit, she said something that left me a little taken aback.>>
<<What Filip?>>
<<What he described to me about the phantom cannibal, matches perfectly with our man who had contact with Patricia and Emily. But, as you know, the sketch of the same will be released, for the first time, tonight at a press conference by Commander Asante.>>
<<It may just be pure luck and coincidence, however, it is just absolutely absurd!>>
<<The same thing I thought too my dear. Finally, further nonsense: she told me that she would be able to locate the place where the cannibal would live. Already in her visions she has seen a large brown and gray house surrounded by greenery, claiming that it would probably be in the suburbs of New York City. And that if he had any personal belongings of the other missing young women, he could locate the area cardinal points with a very low error approximation.>>
<<This is such nonsense Filip!
We obviously cannot relate this story of clairvoyance and cannibalism, however, we could put on record that Sister Matilde Espinosa thought she saw a particular individual in the church, which would match our Steve. Also because, in my opinion, Mother Superior might know something she doesn’t really want to tell us and pass it off as her paranormal power ability. I would say senile omnipotence paranoia? Do you agree Filip?>>.
<<Of course Eva, I totally agree with you.>>
Evening came and in another place a few kilometers away, another person got into another car but dark gray in color.
<<Hi Steve, how good you look with short black hair, what a nice surprise! If I hadn’t recognized you by your lovely smile and blue eyes, I wouldn’t have gotten in even though you told me you would pick me up in a dark Ford. You look so cool even with this new look.>>
<<Thank you Catherine, I’m glad you like me like this. I was really in the mood for a change>>, said the man in a French accent.
A few minutes earlier Steve was waiting for the woman on the car and was listening, as if in ecstasy, to the final part of a Depeche Mode song on the radio:
“…Strangelove
Strange highs and strange lows
Strangelove
That’s how my love goes
Strangelove
Will you give it to me?
I give in
Again and again
I give in
Will you give it to me?
I give in
I’ll say it again
I give in
I give in
Again and again
I give in
That’s how my love goes
I give in
I’ll say it again
I give in
I give in…
…And now we give you some breaking news….
A press conference held by Commander Victor Asante was called at the NYPD headquarters to release the sketch of a person who is suspected of being the mastermind behind the disappearance of young Patricia Williams and Emily Jones. He is a man in his early 30s, blue-eyed and…”
The man immediately turned off the car radio as soon as he saw Catherine coming, out of the corner of his eye.
<<So are you taking me to fuck at your house? You told me you live in a big house on the outskirts of Raritan Bay? I think you told me a big ball though, how can you afford it with your job as a delivery boy?>>
Steve gave his best, thin-lipped smile to Enrico Coveri’s seamstress and told her:
<<I am the son of a wealthy French businessman and I emigrated here to America out of boredom. To prove to my father that I am capable of being economically independent, I do whatever work comes my way.>>
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