Chapter 41
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The next shot showed Summersby leaning over the gypsum block and pouring a pink liquid into the opening. Sam guessed he filled the plaster cast with silicone.
Sam hesitated, her eyes refusing to take in the details of the next photo. Summersby leaned over Danielle's body. She lay on the steel table. Under the table Sam saw the plastic and glass jars. This time they were not empty.
Danielle's body was connected to them by hoses and intervening equipment. Sam suspected Summersby was pumping body fluids from Danielle's body.
In the next photograph, Summersby held the small silver circular saw in his hands, with which Sam had moved to the door frame. His face was barely visible behind the goggles. The photo clearly showed Sam that he used the mini circular saw for its very purpose. He opened Danielle's skull with it.
The next photograph - Danielle's hair was resting on an upturned glass carafe, and Summersby leaned over Danielle. He had put many small spatulas under her scalp. In the photograph, Summersby gripped the skin curling around the edges of Danielle's skull with both hands.
"My God, he takes off her skin." Sam whispered.
Four photos per page. Mercilessly, the next documents presented further steps in Summersby's perverse work.
The skinned and unrecognizable figure of Danielle's body. Summersby rubbing Danielle's skin over a dressmaker's dummy with a substance from a bluish bucket. Sam remembered the numerous jars of preservation salt. Summersby tapping off ivory-colored bones and connecting them with wires. Disgusted, Sam thought of the tub of milky fluid. Summersby with a huge makeup palette in front of Danielle's reproduced body.
Sam was not sure if she wanted to know what to expect when she turned the next page.
She had started it, so she had to finish it. Sam's stomach cramped as she looked at the large single photo. Danielle as a full body shot, dressed in an expensive designer fad. One could almost think that everything would be fine with her if it were not for the cold, dead eyes staring out of Danielle's pretty face.
Slowly, Sam dawned on what cruel works Summersby was creating in his cellar. Her muscles and sinews cracked as she turned trembling and stepped two steps forward between the lined up girls and boys. Sam dropped to her knees and screamed her terror and desperation against the artificial night sky of the vault. All around them a cascade of demonic laughter rang out, echoing loudly from the walls.
Sam stood in her cell and checked her face in the mirror. Slowly she pulled the lip gloss over her lips. Soon she would be in Lapuente's office. Would she manage to kill him? Sam was uncertain. After all, her first murder had been a spontaneous act - a good lawyer would probably have pleaded for murder in affect - this was a completely different number. A planned murder that would give Sam an advantage - freedom. No matter how benevolent a magistrate would accept hardly mitigating circumstances.
She stood on the threshold of a new life, a new identity. Sam tried to read in the reflection of her eyes if she was willing to lead the life of a woman who had been rejected by good society.
She pressed her lips together, feeling the creamy consistency of the lip gloss. Violently, she wiped it with her fingers.
What was she imagining? That she had spent nearly a year in prison as a tough, calculating, no-conscience killer? Maybe that was not a good idea. Doubting and agitated, she strode through the narrow space.
"Everything OK?" Brutus leaned in the frame and looked at Sam.
"Listen, maybe we should leave the whole thing up, make sure I'm getting a proper trial, I think I have a pretty good chance of getting away with a mild punishment, maybe even counting on the months I'm here already dined ... "Sam fell silent after this hasty lecture.
Brutus studied her in silence.
She sat down on her cot and ran her fingers through her curly hair.
"Sam, you've sworn in. Do you really want to sack Jessica's memory in the dirt? Lapuente is a pig, he has many lives on his conscience."
Sam glared at him angrily. "Then you kill him."
Brutus went to his knees before Sam. He covered her face with his hands. "If you can not make it, no one will make it, and Lapuente will only turn off the surveillance cameras when you and Li are alone with him."
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The next shot showed Summersby leaning over the gypsum block and pouring a pink liquid into the opening. Sam guessed he filled the plaster cast with silicone.
Sam hesitated, her eyes refusing to take in the details of the next photo. Summersby leaned over Danielle's body. She lay on the steel table. Under the table Sam saw the plastic and glass jars. This time they were not empty.
Danielle's body was connected to them by hoses and intervening equipment. Sam suspected Summersby was pumping body fluids from Danielle's body.
In the next photograph, Summersby held the small silver circular saw in his hands, with which Sam had moved to the door frame. His face was barely visible behind the goggles. The photo clearly showed Sam that he used the mini circular saw for its very purpose. He opened Danielle's skull with it.
The next photograph - Danielle's hair was resting on an upturned glass carafe, and Summersby leaned over Danielle. He had put many small spatulas under her scalp. In the photograph, Summersby gripped the skin curling around the edges of Danielle's skull with both hands.
"My God, he takes off her skin." Sam whispered.
Four photos per page. Mercilessly, the next documents presented further steps in Summersby's perverse work.
The skinned and unrecognizable figure of Danielle's body. Summersby rubbing Danielle's skin over a dressmaker's dummy with a substance from a bluish bucket. Sam remembered the numerous jars of preservation salt. Summersby tapping off ivory-colored bones and connecting them with wires. Disgusted, Sam thought of the tub of milky fluid. Summersby with a huge makeup palette in front of Danielle's reproduced body.
Sam was not sure if she wanted to know what to expect when she turned the next page.
She had started it, so she had to finish it. Sam's stomach cramped as she looked at the large single photo. Danielle as a full body shot, dressed in an expensive designer fad. One could almost think that everything would be fine with her if it were not for the cold, dead eyes staring out of Danielle's pretty face.
Slowly, Sam dawned on what cruel works Summersby was creating in his cellar. Her muscles and sinews cracked as she turned trembling and stepped two steps forward between the lined up girls and boys. Sam dropped to her knees and screamed her terror and desperation against the artificial night sky of the vault. All around them a cascade of demonic laughter rang out, echoing loudly from the walls.
Sam stood in her cell and checked her face in the mirror. Slowly she pulled the lip gloss over her lips. Soon she would be in Lapuente's office. Would she manage to kill him? Sam was uncertain. After all, her first murder had been a spontaneous act - a good lawyer would probably have pleaded for murder in affect - this was a completely different number. A planned murder that would give Sam an advantage - freedom. No matter how benevolent a magistrate would accept hardly mitigating circumstances.
She stood on the threshold of a new life, a new identity. Sam tried to read in the reflection of her eyes if she was willing to lead the life of a woman who had been rejected by good society.
She pressed her lips together, feeling the creamy consistency of the lip gloss. Violently, she wiped it with her fingers.
What was she imagining? That she had spent nearly a year in prison as a tough, calculating, no-conscience killer? Maybe that was not a good idea. Doubting and agitated, she strode through the narrow space.
"Everything OK?" Brutus leaned in the frame and looked at Sam.
"Listen, maybe we should leave the whole thing up, make sure I'm getting a proper trial, I think I have a pretty good chance of getting away with a mild punishment, maybe even counting on the months I'm here already dined ... "Sam fell silent after this hasty lecture.
Brutus studied her in silence.
She sat down on her cot and ran her fingers through her curly hair.
"Sam, you've sworn in. Do you really want to sack Jessica's memory in the dirt? Lapuente is a pig, he has many lives on his conscience."
Sam glared at him angrily. "Then you kill him."
Brutus went to his knees before Sam. He covered her face with his hands. "If you can not make it, no one will make it, and Lapuente will only turn off the surveillance cameras when you and Li are alone with him."
The next shot showed Summersby leaning over the gypsum block and pouring a pink liquid into the opening. Sam guessed he filled the plaster cast with silicone.Sam hesitated, her eyes refusing to take in the details of the next photo. Summersby leaned over Danielle's body. She lay on the steel table. Under the table Sam saw the plastic and glass jars. This time they were not empty.Danielle's body was connected to them by hoses and intervening equipment. Sam suspected Summersby was pumping body fluids from Danielle's body.In the next photograph, Summersby held the small silver circular saw in his hands, with which Sam had moved to the door frame. His face was barely visible behind the goggles. The photo clearly showed Sam that he used the mini circular saw for its very purpose. He opened Danielle's skull with it.The next photograph - Danielle's hair was resting on an upturned glass carafe, and Summersby leaned over Danielle. He had put many small spatulas under her scalp. In the photograph, Summersby gripped the skin curling around the edges of Danielle's skull with both hands."My God, he takes off her skin." Sam whispered.Four photos per page. Mercilessly, the next documents presented further steps in Summersby's perverse work.The skinned and unrecognizable figure of Danielle's body. Summersby rubbing Danielle's skin over a dressmaker's dummy with a substance from a bluish bucket. Sam remembered the numerous jars of preservation salt. Summersby tapping off ivory-colored bones and connecting them with wires. Disgusted, Sam thought of the tub of milky fluid. Summersby with a huge makeup palette in front of Danielle's reproduced body.Sam was not sure if she wanted to know what to expect when she turned the next page.She had started it, so she had to finish it. Sam's stomach cramped as she looked at the large single photo. Danielle as a full body shot, dressed in an expensive designer fad. One could almost think that everything would be fine with her if it were not for the cold, dead eyes staring out of Danielle's pretty face.Slowly, Sam dawned on what cruel works Summersby was creating in his cellar. Her muscles and sinews cracked as she turned trembling and stepped two steps forward between the lined up girls and boys. Sam dropped to her knees and screamed her terror and desperation against the artificial night sky of the vault. All around them a cascade of demonic laughter rang out, echoing loudly from the walls.Sam stood in her cell and checked her face in the mirror. Slowly she pulled the lip gloss over her lips. Soon she would be in Lapuente's office. Would she manage to kill him? Sam was uncertain. After all, her first murder had been a spontaneous act - a good lawyer would probably have pleaded for murder in affect - this was a completely different number. A planned murder that would give Sam an advantage - freedom. No matter how benevolent a magistrate would accept hardly mitigating circumstances.She stood on the threshold of a new life, a new identity. Sam tried to read in the reflection of her eyes if she was willing to lead the life of a woman who had been rejected by good society.She pressed her lips together, feeling the creamy consistency of the lip gloss. Violently, she wiped it with her fingers.What was she imagining? That she had spent nearly a year in prison as a tough, calculating, no-conscience killer? Maybe that was not a good idea. Doubting and agitated, she strode through the narrow space."Everything OK?" Brutus leaned in the frame and looked at Sam."Listen, maybe we should leave the whole thing up, make sure I'm getting a proper trial, I think I have a pretty good chance of getting away with a mild punishment, maybe even counting on the months I'm here already dined ... "Sam fell silent after this hasty lecture.Brutus studied her in silence.She sat down on her cot and ran her fingers through her curly hair."Sam, you've sworn in. Do you really want to sack Jessica's memory in the dirt? Lapuente is a pig, he has many lives on his conscience."Sam glared at him angrily. "Then you kill him."Brutus went to his knees before Sam. He covered her face with his hands. "If you can not make it, no one will make it, and Lapuente will only turn off the surveillance cameras when you and Li are alone with him."
