The Barbie Murders by John Varley

Author:John Varley [Varley, John]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2013-07-10T16:00:00+00:00

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The commissioner dimmed the lights, and he, Bach, and Weil faced the big screen at the end of the room. Beside the screen was a department photoanalyst with a pointer in her hand.

The tape began to run.

“Here they are,” the woman said, indicating two barbies with the tip of the long stick. They were just faces on the edge of the crowd, beginning to move. “Victim right here, the suspect to her right.” Everyone watched as the stabbing was re-created. Bach winced when she saw how long she had taken to react. In her favor, it had taken Weil a fraction of a second longer.

“Lieutenant Bach begins to move here. The suspect moves back toward the crowd. If you’ll notice, she is watching Bach over her shoulder. Now. Here.” She froze a frame. “Bach loses eye contact. The suspect peels off the plastic glove which prevented blood from staining her hand. She drops it, moves laterally. By the time Bach looks back, we can see she is after the wrong suspect.”

Bach watched in sick fascination as her image assaulted the wrong barbie, the actual killer only a meter to her left. The tape resumed normal speed, and Bach watched the killer until her eyes began to hurt from not blinking. She would not lose her this time.

“She’s incredibly brazen. She does not leave the room for another twenty minutes.” Bach saw herself kneel and help the medical team load the wounded barbie into the capsule. The killer had been at her elbow, almost touching her. She felt her arm break out in goose pimples.

She remembered the sick fear that had come over her as she knelt by the injured woman. It could be any of them. The one behind me, for instance…

She had drawn her weapon then, backed against the wall, and not moved until the reinforcements arrived a few minutes later.

At a motion from the commissioner, the lights came back on.

“Let’s hear what you have,” he said.

Bach glanced at Weil, then read from her notebook.

“Sergeant Weil was able to communicate with the victim shortly before medical help arrived. He asked her if she knew anything pertinent as to the identity of her assailant. She answered no, saying only that it was “the wrath.” She could not elaborate. I quote now from the account Sergeant Weil wrote down immediately after the interview. ‘ “It hurts, it hurts.” “I’m dying, I’m dying.” I told her help was on the way. She responded: “I’m dying.” Victim became incoherent, and I attempted to get a shirt from the onlookers to stop the flow of blood. No cooperation was forthcoming.’ ”

“It was the word ‘I’,” Weil supplied. “When she said that, they all started to drift away.”

” ‘She became rational once more,’ ” Bach resumed, “ ‘long enough to whisper a number to me. The number was twelve-fifteen, which I wrote down as one-two-one-five. She roused herself once more, said “I’m dying.” ’ ” Bach closed the notebook and looked up. “Of course, she was right.

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