Salamander
“In photo after photo she stared up at them from among the dozens of photographs of herself and others who, like her, had worn the clothes and jewellery of the fashion trade and only by degrees had been cajolled into removing everything.
Now her nakedness, her dawning uncertainty and finally her terror lay underfoot among the scattered twenty by twenty-five centimetre enlargements that littered the parquet floors and staircases of an all-too-empty house.
Every stick of furniture had been removed..., every designer blouse and slip or bit of cloth.
‘Who blew the whistle, Louis?’ breathed Kohler with barely controlled fury. Not a half-hour ago, thinking the girl might still be here, he had broken the lock with their stonemason’s hammer, hadn’t hesitated.
‘So many, Hermann. Ten, twelve—fourteen or fifteen young women,’ said St-Cyr, still aghast at what they had stumbled on to.
Breasts, thighs, buttocks, arms, legs and eyes formed a montage that only served to sharpen what must have happened.MoreLess
Now her nakedness, her dawning uncertainty and finally her terror lay underfoot among the scattered twenty by twenty-five centimetre enlargements that littered the parquet floors and staircases of an all-too-empty house.
Every stick of furniture had been removed..., every designer blouse and slip or bit of cloth.
‘Who blew the whistle, Louis?’ breathed Kohler with barely controlled fury. Not a half-hour ago, thinking the girl might still be here, he had broken the lock with their stonemason’s hammer, hadn’t hesitated.
‘So many, Hermann. Ten, twelve—fourteen or fifteen young women,’ said St-Cyr, still aghast at what they had stumbled on to.
Breasts, thighs, buttocks, arms, legs and eyes formed a montage that only served to sharpen what must have happened.MoreLess
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