Chapter 7

CHAPTER 7 Amy felt their eyes on her as she took the phone. Her face grew hot and she turned so that Dan couldn't see it. "Wh-what do you want, Ian?" She hated herself for stuttering. Pressing her lips together, she promised herself she wouldn't do it again. "Now, that's not much of a greeting," Ian said in his silky British accent. "But I suppose I deserve it." "You deserve worse than that," Amy said. "I know. I have done some terrible things to you. But we're in a contest. I learned from my father that the only important thing is to win," Ian said. "I hear his voice in my head all the time, like after a cricket match. Ian, I don't care if you played well. Didn't you notice that your team lost? If you expect a pat on the back, you're not getting it from me!"

艾米接电话时感到他们的目光在盯着她。 她的脸变热了，她转过身来，这样丹就看不见了。 “你想干什么，伊恩？”她恨自己口吃。 她抿紧嘴唇，向自己保证不会再这样做了。 “哎，这可不是什么问候语，”伊恩用他那滑溜的英国口音说。 “但我想这是我应得的。” “你应该受到更严重的惩罚，”艾米说。 “我知道。我对你做了一些可怕的事。 但我们在比赛。我从父亲那里学到，唯一重要的事情就是获胜。” “我一直在脑海里听到他的声音，就像板球比赛结束后一样。 伊恩，我不在乎你打得好不好。 你没注意到你们队输了吗？ 如果你指望我拍拍你的背，你休想从我这里得到！”

Amy felt a spurt of sympathy. But Ian had manipulated her before. She wasn't going to fall for it again. No matter how sincere he sounded. "Tell it to your therapist." "Look, I deserve everything you're saying. I'm not calling to gain your trust," Ian said. "I'm calling because I have some information." "Tell it to someone who cares," Amy said. Dan moved closer so he could try to hear the other side of the conversation. Amy backed away. "Do you expect me to—" "It's about your parents," Ian said. "About their death." Amy froze. "My mother told me everything. They were murdered." Amy felt a buzzing in her ears. She couldn't concentrate. She just kept hearing the word murdered. Parents… murdered… Parents… murdered… "Amy?" She heard Ian talking, but she couldn't make sense of what he was saying.

艾美感到一阵同情。 但伊恩以前操纵过她。 她不会再上当了。 不管他听起来多么真诚。 “告诉你的治疗师。” “听着，你说的这一切都是我应得的。 我打电话不是为了获得你的信任，”伊恩说。 “我打电话来是因为我有一些消息。” “告诉关心的人吧，”艾米说。 丹走近一些，这样他就能听到谈话的另一边。 艾米往后退。“你想让我——”“是关于你父母的，”伊恩说。 “关于他们的死亡。”艾米冻结。 “我妈妈把一切都告诉了我。 他们被谋杀了。”艾米感到耳朵嗡嗡作响。 她无法集中注意力。她一直听到谋杀这个词。 “父母……被谋杀……父母……被谋杀……”她听到伊恩在说话，但她听不懂他在说什么。

Was it something she'd always known somehow? Deep down in a place she was afraid to look? The fire… wet grass against her legs… Dan shivering in her lap… smoke and fire pouring out into the night air… What was that? The image had just popped into her head. Amy put her fingers on her forehead and kneaded it, trying to make the image go away. "…wanted to talk to you about it. A temporary truce. We give you our word that nothing will happen…." Parents. Murdered. "Will you come?" Ian asked. "Tell me what you know." Amy struggled to keep her voice level. Her heartbeat pounded in her ears. "This phone is not secure." "What?" "Trust me. It's not. Listen, I'll meet you in an open place with lots of people— The Rocks Market at Circular Quay. Meet me in front of the

这是她一直都知道的吗？ 在一个她不敢去看的地方？ 火……湿草压在她腿上……丹在她腿上颤抖……烟和火涌进夜晚的空气……那是什么？ 那个画面突然出现在她的脑海里。 艾米把手指放在额头上揉了揉，试图让那个影像消失。 “我想跟你谈谈。 暂时休战我们向你保证不会发生任何事情....” 的父母。被谋杀的。“你会来吗？”伊恩问道。 “告诉我你知道些什么。”艾米努力使自己的声音保持平稳。 她的心跳在耳朵里砰砰直跳。 “这个电话不安全。” “什么?”“相信我。它不是。 听着，我们在一个有很多人的地方见面——在环形码头的岩石市场。 在…前面等我

Museum of Contemporary Art at three o'clock." Amy said nothing. "I hope you do," Ian said, and hung up. "So, what did the creep say?" Dan asked. "What did he expect you to do this time? No, don't tell me. You're going to fall for whatever he said, right? Oh, Ian," he said in a high voice, fluttering his eyelashes, "take me for a sail on your S.S. Dreamboat…" Amy turned on him fiercely. "Cut it out, dweeb! He just asked for a meeting!" "Stop the madness!" Dan said, holding his head and rocking back and forth. "My sister is a love alien!" "DAN!" "All right, you two," Nellie said. "Separate corners." She peered worriedly at Amy. "But you're not going to meet him, are you, Amy? Because…" "I wish you two would stop treating me like I'm completely stupid," Amy said. "Hey, if the Crocs fit," Dan muttered.

三点钟去当代艺术博物馆。” 艾米什么也没说。“我希望你能。”伊恩说，然后挂断了电话。 “那么，那个讨厌鬼说了什么？”丹问道。 “这次他想让你做什么？” 不，别告诉我。他说什么你都信，对吧？ 哦，伊恩，”他挥动着眼睫毛，高声说，“带我到你的S.S.上航行吧 梦中情人……”艾美凶狠地转向他。 “别说了，笨蛋！”他只是要求见面！”“别胡闹了！”丹说，抱着他的头，前后摇晃着。 “我妹妹是个爱情外星人！”“丹!”“好吧，你们两个，”耐莉说。 “单独的角落。”她忧心忡忡地盯着艾米。 “但你不会去见他的，对吧，艾米？” 因为……”“我希望你们俩别再把我当傻瓜看待了，”艾米说。 “嘿，如果洞洞鞋合适的话，”丹喃喃地说。

Amy jammed her hands in her pockets. She had to be alone and think. Because the idea was just too huge. She couldn't begin to talk about it. Not yet. Parents. Murdered. Amy turned and flung herself back into the house. Shep was just heading out, jingling his car keys. "Everybody ready to hit the road? We have time for a quick tour of Sydney, then let's head to the market for some grub." "I'm going to hang out here," Amy said, trying to keep her voice calm. "Jet lag just hit. I need some downtime." Nellie looked at her sympathetically. "You'll feel better after a nap." "Are you going to dream about your dreamboat?" Dan asked. "Down, boy," Nellie said to Dan. "Let's give Amy a rest." They cleared out, and Amy was left alone with Ian's voice in her head. Murder. Was he lying? Or did he know who killed them? Amy bent over and took deep breaths. Someone

艾米把手插在口袋里。 她必须独自思考。 因为这个想法太大了。 她说不出话来。 还没有。的父母。被谋杀的。 艾美转过身，一头扎进屋里。 谢普正要出门，车钥匙叮当作响。 “大家准备好上路了吗？” 我们有时间快速游览一下悉尼，然后我们去市场吃点东西吧。” “我要在这里待一会儿，”艾米说，努力让自己的声音保持平静。 “时差反应太严重了。我需要休息一下。” 内利同情地看着她。 “打个盹儿你会感觉好些的。” “你会梦到你的梦中情人吗？”丹问道。 “下来，孩子，”内莉对丹说。 “我们让艾米休息一下吧。”他们离开了，只剩下艾米一个人，脑海里萦绕着伊恩的声音。 谋杀。他在撒谎吗？还是他知道是谁杀了他们？ 艾米弯下腰深吸了几口气。 有人

had killed her parents. Someone she probably even knew. The Kabras couldn't be trusted. She could be walking into a trap. She didn't care. Because inside her brain one question burned: Who? The late afternoon sun was still strong as she left the bus stop and walked toward the museum by the harbor. Circular Quay was a busy spot for tourists. She was relieved to find it crowded and lively. It was easy to lose herself in the wandering throngs. She stopped at the first store she found that sold touristy things and bought a baseball cap that read OZ. She pulled it low over her face as if she was shading her eyes from the bright afternoon sunlight. She wished she could be one of the tourists with a camera, ambling through the maze of cobblestone streets and alleyways. This was one of the oldest parts of Sydney, and the stores and sidewalk cafés she passed looked tempting. Ahead,

杀死了她的父母。可能是她认识的人。 卡布拉家族不可信。 她可能走进了陷阱。 她不在乎。因为她脑子里有个问题在燃烧：谁？ 当她离开公共汽车站，向港口的博物馆走去时，傍晚的太阳仍然很强烈。 环形码头是游客的一个繁忙景点。 她看到这里拥挤而热闹，便松了一口气。 她很容易迷失在徘徊的人群中。 她在找到的第一家卖旅游用品的商店前停了下来，买了一顶棒球帽，上面写着OZ。 她把帽子拉得很低，遮住了脸，好像是为了遮挡午后明亮的阳光。 她希望自己也能像游客一样拿着相机，漫步在鹅卵石街道和小巷的迷宫里。 这是悉尼最古老的地区之一，她经过的商店和路边咖啡馆看起来很诱人。 未来,