Audiobook In Cold Blood By Truman Capote Novels & Stories

“I’ve seen this before.” Hernandez looked at his partner in surprise. Dickey’s face was still pale. “What?” “I knew somethin’ was familiar,” Dickey said, keeping his voice low. “When that guy mentioned the blood draining, it clicked in. The other night, on the tube. Some cop show. A naked woman in a supermarket parking lot. Throat cut. Cops said she’d been held upside down so her blood would drain.” Dickey thought for a moment, recalling more of the show. “The killer left a book of matches from the bar where he grabbed her.”

He slid down to the ground, limp. Dot convulsed violently for a moment. Blood trickled out of his nose and snout. His wet, glimmering eyes that had soothed me countless times looked at me for one final, torturing moment before that light was snuffed out. Everything came to a screeching halt, and silence followed. I froze as my pupils dilated in horror. I couldn't tear my eyes away from the tiny, lifeless body lying on the ground. I'd spent seven years with that precious pup. Dot had been the only thing tethering me to something real and warm through countless lonely nights.

The ninth time I tried to divorce my husband, Don Louis Romano, my best friend Jenny Parker, who had always talked me out of it, handed me the papers herself. Every time before, she'd done everything in her power to stop me. She'd even taken over the Family's day-to-day affairs just to create chances for us to see each other and reconcile. I took the papers and couldn't help but ask. Years of pent-up exhaustion showed in Jenny's eyes, and to my shock, her voice was edged with resentment. "You got Vivian shot this time. She nearly didn't make it. How long are you going to keep this up?!" Vivian Hale was the woman Louis had been seeing. I stared at her in disbelief. "Vivian's had a hard life.

I froze. “Hello?” I whispered, even though I didn’t mean to. My voice sounded too loud in the small room. No answer. I slid off the small bed slowly and walked toward the door. Bare feet on cold ground. I pressed my ear against the metal. And that’s when I heard it again. A sound. Faint. Like… shouting? Or maybe I imagined it. My chest tightened. “I don’t like this…” The dungeon suddenly felt smaller. Like the walls were closing in.

The first thing I notice when I come to is the cold. Where am I? I feel around for purchase only to find smooth marble. It runs up the walls and all around me feels like a marble tomb. It's dark, wherever I am, and I find myself running through the last twenty-four hours in my head. A burlap sack with two shirts, two pair of jeans, and a toothbrush. A quiet bay window and sleeping girls in the beds around me. The rusty lock that almost gave me away. I see an empty street with flickering light. Headlights. I think they were headlights. Then blackness.

For instance, there were three levels of shelves right there in the kitchen, holding up the dusty books that we did not get to clean earlier. I was going to ignore it and just go about my day, but my eyes caught something quite absurd. On the bottom shelf, just on the extreme right, there was a book about vampires. It was hard to notice at first but when I picked it up and blew off the dust, it became more obvious. On skimming through the book, it was just about the unique anatomy of vampires. But what piqued my interest was that everything in it looked handwritten and hand drawn. It was like the documentation of a person's findings on my species.

But the car accelerated and slammed into me. The impact sent me flying several feet. I coughed up blood, feeling as if my organs had been shattered. In my dazed state, I saw Mona step out of the car, smiling. "Sorry, Jolene. I'm just learning to drive, and I mistook the gas for the brake." A moment later, I blacked out. In my haze, I heard Marcel anxiously asking the doctor when I would wake up. Douglas clutched my hand tightly and kept wiping the cold sweat from my brow as if we had returned to the past.

Ludo asked scared. “Don’t worry darling,” Erica rubbed her eyes. “I don’t like the light in this room,” she complained. Evan looked at her and reached for the manuscript in the drawer of a table. He walked to Ludo. Ludo recognized the manuscript. “The Family that kills together, stays together,” Evan read the title. “Is that my manuscript?” Ludo asked. “Ludo Sakala?” “That’s me!” “Then it’s yours.” “Where did you get it?”

Clara sat beside her, offering quiet reassurances here and there. Aaron sat in the front passenger seat, his sharp eyes scanning every passing vehicle, every pedestrian, every shadow. His hand rested near the concealed firearm tucked beneath his coat, his body taut with anticipation. He kept looking back at the road, hoping to see just one shadow, someone's presence.

A violent ringing filled my ears, and my stomach churned in a tight, painful knot. Was this what he called working? I reached for my phone, hands shaking, desperate to capture it all on video. Regardless of how disgusting it was, I needed evidence. I had to have something that would prevent him from ever acting like the loyal fiance again. However, just as I lifted my phone, my elbow accidentally hit the door. Thunk. The dull sound echoed loudly down the silent hallway. Everything instantly came to a halt. Kian jerked his head toward the door. Our eyes met.