Mr Spraycan – case 3
Sergeant Grafton: “That sort of statement and pictures like this would sure make a defense attorney’s job very easier.”
Ms O’Monahan: “There isn’t going to be any trial and there aren’t going to be any lawyers. I thought I’d made that plain right from the start. I’ve got too much to lose by getting involved in that scene. I’ll answer your questions as much as I can, but that’s all.”
Sergeant Grafton: “Alright, then. Was there anything about these two men that would help us find them? Did they say anything about what sort of work they did, where they lived, where they came from, anything at all about their backgrounds?”
Ms O’Monahan: “No.”
Sergeant Grafton: “Robin, I have this picture here of you being taken from behind and looking back at the man who’s screwing you. Looking back at him very intently, the same way as I’ve seen you looking at him in other photos. Do you really mean to tell me you can’t remember anything at all special about him?”
Ms O’Monahan: “Sorry, there’s nothing I can tell you that you don’t already know.”
Sergeant Grafton: “And what about the place you were taken to. I suppose you didn’t notice anything about that either, not with all the attention you were devoting to your partners?”
Ms O’Monahan: “Don’t make any judgements until you’ve been in the same situation. That spray is strange shit. And the only thing I remember was a kind of a bad smell hanging around. Like somebody had been in there who hadn’t washed for a long time.”
Sergeant Grafton: “An animal type of smell, maybe?”
Ms O’Monahan: “Yeah, maybe. I didn’t have time to think about it very much. As you can see.”
Sergeant Grafton: “OK, then perhaps you’d better think the possibility that these guys might use these photos as blackmail material against you. As far as I know they haven’t done that so far with any of the other victims, but you must know yourself that you’re a very attractive girl. So they may want another turn with you, and an easy way of doing it would be a threat to spread the photos of you around if you don’t meet up with them. Pictures like this one, for example.”
Ms O’Monahan: “Oh. Yeah, my folks would be real upset by this sort of heavy shit.”
Sergeant Grafton: “Well, if that does happen, please tell me about it and we’ll help you deal with the situation. Here’s my number.”
Ms O’Monahan: “Don’t hold your breath waiting. What these guys have got, you cops can’t deal with.”
Sergeant Grafton: “You should know something about how to hold your breath, Robin, from what I’ve seen. Here you can have this as a souvenir of your very good friend, Monkey Face. Monkeys, Robin, monkeys!”
Ms O’Monahan: “Monkeys — that smell I was telling you about . . . ”
Sergeant Grafton: “Could have come from monkey cages. I know. They say dog owners end up looking like their dogs. Maybe your friend Monkey Face has been looking after monkeys or apes for too long. And if you ever see him again, tell him that I’m soon going to start rattling his cage for him.”
