pzb.drawingblood-第40章

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ch　mentioned　his　idea　of　wiping　clean　the　police　records　of　every　drug　offender　he　could　find；　Trevor　interrupted。　〃Could　you　。　。　。〃
　　〃What？　You　want　to　smoke　another　joint？〃
　　〃No。　Could　you　show　me　some　of　that　puter　stuff？〃
　　Zach　smiled　evilly；　flexed　his　fingers　in　front　of　Trevor's　face；　and　assumed　a　bogus　Charlie　Chan　accent　that　had　always　driven　Eddy　into　paroxysms　of　annoyance。　〃Where　would　honorable　boyfriend　like　to　go？　Citibank？　NASA？　The　Pentagon？〃
　　〃You　can　break　into　the　Pentagon？〃
　　〃Well；　that'd　take　some　work；〃　Zach　admitted。　〃Hey；　I　know　what。　Let's　see　if　the　power's　really　turned　on！〃
　　〃You　mean　break　into　the　electric　pany？〃
　　〃Sure。〃
　　〃But　if　it's　on；　won't　they　notice　and　turn　it　off？〃
　　〃We're　not　gonna　change　anything。　That　is；　unless　you　want　to。　We'll　just　take　a　look。　First　we　need　a　number。〃
　　Before　Trevor　could　say　anything；　Zach　had　his　laptop　and　cellular　phone　arranged　and　assembled　on　the　table。　He　dialed　411；　waited；　then　spoke：　〃Raleigh　。　。　。　the　number　for　Carolina　Power　&　Light；　please。〃　He　scrawled　it　on　one　of　his　yellow　Post…its　and　showed　it　to　Trevor。
　　〃But　isn't　that　just　their　office？〃
　　〃It　isn't　just　anything。　It's　a　seed　of　information。　Now　watch　what　we　can　grow　from　it。　Turn　off　that　light。〃
　　Trevor　got　up　and　flipped　the　overhead　switch。　Now　the　kitchen　was　lit　only　by　the　soft　silver　glow　from　the　puter　screen。　Zach　dialed　some　more　numbers。　Then　his　fingers　flew　over　the　keys　with　a　rapid…fire　staccato　sound。　He　pointed　at　the　screen。　〃Check　this　out。〃
　　Trevor　leaned　over　Zach's　shoulder　and　saw：
　　
　　：LOGIN：　LA52
　　PASSWORD：
　　WC？RA
　　WC％
　　
　　〃What's　that？〃
　　〃COSMOS；〃　Zach　said　reverently。　〃AT&T's　central　data　bank。〃
　　〃Wow。〃
　　〃Yeah。　So…〃　Zach　typed　a　few　more　characters；　then　entered　the　phone　number　he'd　gotten　from　directory　assistance。　〃We　get　a　list　of　all　Carolina　Power　&　Light　numbers。　Including　their　puter　dial…ups。　Including　accounts。〃　Even　as　he　spoke；　this　information　was　scrolling　down　the　screen。
　　〃How　did　you　get　into　COSMOS　in　the　first　place？〃
　　〃Stolen　username　and　password。〃
　　〃Isn't　that　dangerous？〃
　　〃The　guy　I　stole　'em　from　doesn't　even　know　I　exist。　All　I　stole　was　information。　It's　still　there　for　him　to　use。〃　Zach　looked　up　from　scribbling　another　number。　〃That's　the　beauty　of　cyberspace。　You　can　take　all　the　information　you　want；　and　nobody　loses　anything。〃
　　〃Then　how　e　you're　in　so　much　trouble？〃
　　〃Well；　since　They　don't　even　like　you　ripping　off　information；　just　imagine　how　irate　They　get　when　you　start　siphoning　money　out　of　Their　bank　accounts。〃
　　〃They？〃
　　〃The　Conspiracy；〃　said　Zach　darkly。　〃Hang　on…〃　He　was　dialing　again；　then　typing　rapidly。　〃Okay！　We're　in！〃
　　〃Now　what？〃
　　〃Now　I　figure　out　how　their　system　works。〃　Zach　scowled　at　the　screen；　tapped　a　few　keys；　snarled　his　fingers　into　his　hair　and　pulled　it　down　over　his　face。　The　light　from　the　screen　turned　his　face　bluish…white；　accentuated　the　hollows　beneath　his　cheekbones　and　around　his　eyes。　〃You　can　do　a　search　for　either　a　name　or　an　address。　Let's　try　McGee；　Robert　。　。　。〃
　　〃I　think　the　bills　would've　been　in　Momma's　name。　Bobby's　credit　was　pretty　bad　by　the　time　we　left　Austin。〃
　　〃Okay　。　。　。　McGee；　Rosena　。　。　。〃
　　〃How　do　you　know　my　mother's　name？〃
　　Zach　looked　up。　His　eyes　were　wild；　his　mouth　slightly　open。　〃Huh？〃
　　〃I　never　told　you　her　name。〃
　　〃Oh。　Well　。。。　I　guess　。。。　uh　。。。　I　guess　I　read　those　autopsy　reports　in　your　bag。〃
　　Trevor　grabbed　Zach's　shoulder　and　shook　it。　He　felt　Zach　cringe　a　little；　and　the　feeling　was　more　gratifying　than　he　wanted　it　to　be。　〃Don't　you　have　ANY　FUCKING　RESPECT　FOR　PRIVACY？〃
　　〃No。〃　Zach　spread　his　hands　helplessly。　〃I'm　sorry；　Trev；　but　I　don't。　I　was　interested　in　you；　and　I　wanted　to　know　about　you。　The　information　was　there；　so　I　looked。〃
　　〃I　would　have　shown　you…〃
　　〃You　would　now。　You　wouldn't　have　yesterday。　And　I　wanted　to　know　then。〃
　　〃Great。〃　Trevor　shook　his　head。　〃Wele　to　the　instant…gratification　generation。〃
　　〃Guilty　as　charged。　You　wanna　look　at　these　electric　bills　or　not？〃
　　〃Did　you　find　one？〃
　　〃Not　yet。　Hang　on　。。。　nope；　nothing　in　either　of　your　parents'　names；　or　yours　either。　But　here's　the　account　for　the　Sacred　Yew。〃　Zach　gave　a　long；　low　whistle　of　appreciation。　〃Outstanding　balance　of　258。50　。　。　。　let's　shave　off　that　zero；　what　do　you　say？〃
　　〃I　don't　think　Kinsey　would…〃
　　〃Too　late。　25。85；　that　looks　better。　Let's　see　。。。　Buckett；　Terry　。　。　。　no；　he's　all　paid　up。〃
　　〃I　thought　we　weren't　going　to　change　anything！〃
　　〃Oh。〃　Zach　looked　up　at　Trevor；　grinning　like　a　possum。　〃I'm　just　raising　a　little　hell。　You　wanna　see　some　real　changes？〃
　　〃No！　Just　find　the　damn　house！〃
　　〃Okay；　okay。　Don't　get　your　panties　in　a　knot　。　。　。　Rural　Box　17；　Violin　Road；　Missing　Mile　。　。　。〃　Zach　typed　in　the　address。　〃Uh…huh　。　。　。　Service　cut　off　6/20/72。〃
　　〃So　that　means　。　。　。〃
　　〃That　means　the　house　is　making　its　own　juice。〃
　　The　kitchen　suddenly　flooded　with　stark　white　light；　and　they　instinctively　clapped　hands　over　their　eyes。　Just　as　they　peeked　through　their　fingers　and　saw　that　no　one　was　standing　near　the　switch；　the　room　was　plunged　back　into　darkness。　Then　the　light　again；　for　a　few　searing　seconds。　Then　black。
　　〃LEAVE　IT　ON！〃　Trevor　yelled。　〃GODDAMMIT；　LEAVE　IT　ON！〃
　　The　kitchen　stayed　dark。　Trevor　shoved　his　chair　back　so　hard　that　it　fell　over；　crossed　the　room　in　three　strides；　and　slapped　the　light　switch　on。
　　〃Leave　it；〃　he　said。　Zach　would　not　have　wanted　to　argue　with　that　voice。
　　He　logged　off　the　power　pany　system　and　shut　his　puter　down。　They'd　raised　enough　hell　for　tonight。
　　〃Let's　go　back　to　bed；〃　he　said。　What　he　really　wanted　to　say　was　Let's　get　the　fuck　out　of　here。　But　Trevor　had　been　waiting　to　do　this　for　twenty　years；　and　Zach　had　only　known　him　for　two　days。　If　he　wanted　to　be　with　Trevor；　this　was　where　he　would　have　to　be。　For　now；　anyway。
　　But　this　place　won't　get　to　keep　you；　he　thought　as　he　crawled　back　into　bed　with　Trevor；　settled　his　chin　into　the　hollow　of　Trevor's　shoulder；　draped　his　arm　across　Trevor's　bony　rib　cage。　When　all　this　is　done；　you're　ing　with　me。　That　much　I　swear。
　　
　　
　　　Chapter　Sixteen
　　
　　All　night　Trevor　felt　his　father's　eyes　watching　him　sleep；　trying　to　infiltrate　his　dreams　and　claim　them。　Bobby's　eyes　were　glazed　like　pale　blue　marbles；　beginning　to　cloud　over　yet　still　touched　with　some　last　spark　of　awareness；　some　hellish　half…life。　Had　Bobby　been　trapped　in　there；　in　that　body；　condemned　to　the　slow　secret　dissolution　of　the　grave？　Or　in　the　bathroom；　in　the　peeling　yellow　paint　and　cracked　porcelain；　imprinted　on　the　hot　stale　air；　woven　into　the　very　fabric　of　time　that　had　stopped　there　for　him？
　　WHY　DID　YOU　LEAVE　ME？　he　wanted　to　shriek　into　that　dead　face。　WHAT　WERE　YOU　THINKING？　DID　YOU　THINK　MY　LIFE　WOULD　TURN　OUT　GOOD？　OR　COULD　YOU　SEE　ALL　THE　PAIN；　AND　DID　YOU　WISH　IT　ON　ME　ANYWAY？
　　He　held　Zach　and　tried　to　lose　himself　in　the　warmth　of　solid　living　flesh；　in　the　small　sleeping　sounds　and　shifts　of　the　other　body　that　already　felt　familiar　next　to　his。　But　as　he　drifted　in　and　out　of　uneasy　sleep；　Trevor　saw　again　the　form　hanging　from　the　shower　curtain　rod；　the　rope　still　turning　in　tiny　aimless　circles；　stirred　by　some　current　or　by　the　tiny　movements　of　Bobby's　cooling　muscles　and　nerves。
　　He　had　only　seen　it　for　a　few　seconds；　and　even　then　it　had　seemed　to　shimmer；　as　if　he　were　viewing　it　directly　with　his　brain　rather　than　using　his　eyes。　Nonetheless；　all　the　details　he　had　blocked　from　that　long…ago　morning　had　been　driven　home　again。　The　lividity　of　the　hands　and　feet；　the　toes　and　fingertips　ready　to　burst　like　purple…black　grapes；　slow　drops　of　blood　oozing　out　from　under　the　nails。　The　stark　map　of　veins　across　the　chest　and　shoulders；　clearly　visible　through　the　drained　skin。　The　shrunken；　defenseless…looking　penis　nearly　hidden　in　his　father's　ginger　mat　of　pubic　hair。
　　Suddenly　awake；　his　heart　pounding　painfully；　Trevor　clutched　Zach　tighter。　Zach　had　not　seen　it。　Zach　was　his　talisman；　his　one　thread　to　any　possible　life　beyond　this　house。　He　hadn't　questioned　Trevor's　reasons　for　being　here；　hadn't　asked　to　leave　even　after　his　experience　in　the　bathroom。　He　had　obviously　been　terrified　when　Trevor　opened　the　door。　Yet　here　he　was　now。　Was　it　because　he　considered　the　house　some　sort　of　extension　of　Trevor；　and　trusted　that　it　would　not　hurt　him？
　　If　that　was　the　case；　Trevor　reflected；　then　Zach　had　more　faith　in　him　than　anyone　else　ever　had。
　　Well；　anyone　since　Bobby。
　　But　how　do　I　know　it　won't　hurt　you？　he　thought；　pressing　his　face　against　the　back　of　Zach's　neck　in　the　darkness；　tasting　salty　skin　against　his　lips；　feeling　velvety　hair　against　his　eyelids。　How　do　I　even　know　I　won't　hurt　you？　Your　flesh　feels　so　good　in　my　mouth；　between　my　fingers；　sometimes　I　just　want　to　keep　pulling　and　tearing　and　chewing。
　　He　fell　back　asleep　remembering　the　flavor　of　Zach's　blood　on　the　back　of　his　tongue；　imagining　Zach's　skin　splitting　beneath　his　fingers；　Zach's　heart　still　beating　in　his　gore…slicked　hands。
　　Then　suddenly　sunlight　was　streaming　through　the　dirty　panes　of　the　window；　trickling　into　the　corners　of　his　eyes。　His　head　ached　slightly；　felt　somehow　too　heavy　on　his　neck。　Trevor　arched　his　back　and　stretched；　then　rolled　his　head　on　the　pillow　to　look　over　at　Zach。
　　What　he　saw　made　him　suck　his　breath　in　hard　and　squeeze　his　eyes　shut　tight。　Zach　was　lying　on　his　back；　arms　splayed　out　above　his　head；　his　face　battered　but　serene；　very　pale。　In　the　center　of　his　chest；　just　above　the　arc　of　the　ribs；　was　a　ragged　raw…edged　crimson　hole。　Dark　blood　had　bubbled　out　of　it；　streaking　his　stomach　and　face；　drenching　the　sheet　around　him。
　　Trevor　could　not　make　himself　look　again。　Being　a　true　artist　means　never　averting　one's　eyes；　he　remembered　Crumb　writing；　though　he　was　pretty　sure　the　quote　had　originated　elsewhere。　But　he　couldn't　open　his　eyes。　Instead；　he　put　out　a　shaky　hand　and　felt　his　fingers　bump　up　against　Zach's　shoulder。　Slowly　he　ran　his　hand　over　the　corrugated　rise　of　the　rib　cage。　The　skin　was　damp；　nearly　wet；　but　whether　the　wetness　was　sweat　or　blood　Trevor　could　not　tell。　He　moved　his　fingers　across　Zach's　chest；　exploring　it　like　a　blind　man；　waiting　for　his　fingers　to　sink　into　that　raw　red　hole；　into　that　soup　of　muscle　and　organ　and　splintered　bone。
　　It　didn't　happen。　Instead　he　felt　Zach's　heart　beating　strong　and　steady　beneath　his　hand；　Zach　stirring　and　responding　to　his　touch；　Zach　whole　and　alive。　The　relief　that　flooded　through　him　was　as　hot　as　the　imagined　blood　had　been；　but　sweeter。
　　Zach　woke　with　Trevor's　hair　drifting　across　his　face；　Trevor's　warm　wet　mouth　wrapped　around　his　left　nipple；　Trevor's　hand　sliding　along　his　thigh　and　over　his　hip；　gently　teasing　his　already　half…erect　dick。　Thus；　he　did　not　immediately　recall　what　had　happened　in　the　bathroom。　When　it　did　e　to　him　it　felt　remote　and　unthreatening；　like　a　half…remembered　bad　dream。
　　Trevor　slid　down　and　started　sucking　him；　and　the　last　of　Zach