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your relationship with him?”
She shrugged again.
“Were you close? Just friends? Were you having a sexual relationship?”
Ildico suddenly sobbed, a great gushing sob that ended in a cry of anguish. Somewhere a dam had burst and it was all flushing out. Noica and Lupescu looked to one another questioningly, then they both looked to Mirela.
“Ildico,” Mirela said, “Ildico look at me. What happened.”
The story came in sobs and wails. It took an hour to tell a tale that should take three minutes. She had visited McGovern. He had already decided to leave Romania and head back to London. They were preparing to have a meal together. He wanted sex, she didn’t... she was a virgin... he didn’t take no for an answer.
Noica scribbled it into his notes feeling the dread of inevitability. Her story was heading towards a foregone conclusion. McGovern’s behaviour had a horribly familiar pattern. He’d seen this before. He’d seen it many times.
“God damn you!” Ildico yelled as she slammed a fist onto the table. She turned the photographs over and separated one, talking to it, shouting. “God damn you. God damn you. You did all this.”
Lupescu stood to see which image she had and mouthed the name ‘Stolojan’ to Noica. It was Nealla, he was the focus of aggression. It seemed a weird switch around; one would have thought she was angry with McGovern but all the anger was clearly focussed on the dead man.
Mirela reached across the table and took hold of Ildico’s hands.
“Ildico, you need to explain what has happened. Take a breath and try.”
“Paul is a vampire!” she shouted. Noica saw Lupescu and Mirela sit up, electrified. “Paul went to diavolul pădure and the strigoi got him. He was nice. He was kind and nice and then the strigoi made him change... Nealla didn’t know. Nealla attacked Paul, but he didn’t know Paul was a vampire.”
“You say he was nice...” Mirela asked trying to calm with her tone of voice.
“Yes, he was nice!” Ildico shouted back. “He was nice when I met him. He was a writer. He had a story to make into a book. He was lovely, a kind and friendly man and I was proud that he was my friend. But Nealla wouldn’t leave him alone.”
Noica leaned to Lupescu and whispered, “I need to ask her about the diavolul pădure. It’s important.”
Lupescu nodded. “Officer Nistor,” he called with commanding authority. Mirela stopped and looked. Ildico went quiet. Lupescu nudged Noica as a prompt.
“Hello... Ildico...” She turned in her seat to show eyes streaming with tears, her mouth skewed. “My name is Doctor Lucian Noica. My concern here is that Paul McGovern may harm more people or may even harm himself. We don’t know where he is and I’m worried that he might be quite sick... You mentioned that Paul went to the diavolul pădure, can you explain what happened?”
Ildico wiped her eyes on her sleeve and nodded.
“In Noua, there is a devil forest. I was always told it was a vampire grave with a strigoi, we all know to stay away from it but Paul went there. He didn’t believe in strigoi.” She snorted a crying laugh. “He didn’t even believe in God.”
“Go on,” Noica encouraged.
“He went... He told me he went there twice, I think; but I’m sure he went more than he told me.”
“And what happened?”
She shrugged. “He changed. It was subtle. I didn’t know him well enough to know his real personality so I can’t say for sure that he changed, but he became more... ‘stronger’ is the best word. He was timid and shy at first. Then he became stronger.”
“Mentally stronger, do you mean? Strength of personality?”
Ildico nodded. “He said he was dreaming about vampires too and I remember thinking that the dreams were hurting him. Whenever he mentioned it he looked troubled.”
“Was there anything else that you can say about how he changed, did he have problems with his memory or speech, was he ever confused?”
She turned her
She shrugged again.
“Were you close? Just friends? Were you having a sexual relationship?”
Ildico suddenly sobbed, a great gushing sob that ended in a cry of anguish. Somewhere a dam had burst and it was all flushing out. Noica and Lupescu looked to one another questioningly, then they both looked to Mirela.
“Ildico,” Mirela said, “Ildico look at me. What happened.”
The story came in sobs and wails. It took an hour to tell a tale that should take three minutes. She had visited McGovern. He had already decided to leave Romania and head back to London. They were preparing to have a meal together. He wanted sex, she didn’t... she was a virgin... he didn’t take no for an answer.
Noica scribbled it into his notes feeling the dread of inevitability. Her story was heading towards a foregone conclusion. McGovern’s behaviour had a horribly familiar pattern. He’d seen this before. He’d seen it many times.
“God damn you!” Ildico yelled as she slammed a fist onto the table. She turned the photographs over and separated one, talking to it, shouting. “God damn you. God damn you. You did all this.”
Lupescu stood to see which image she had and mouthed the name ‘Stolojan’ to Noica. It was Nealla, he was the focus of aggression. It seemed a weird switch around; one would have thought she was angry with McGovern but all the anger was clearly focussed on the dead man.
Mirela reached across the table and took hold of Ildico’s hands.
“Ildico, you need to explain what has happened. Take a breath and try.”
“Paul is a vampire!” she shouted. Noica saw Lupescu and Mirela sit up, electrified. “Paul went to diavolul pădure and the strigoi got him. He was nice. He was kind and nice and then the strigoi made him change... Nealla didn’t know. Nealla attacked Paul, but he didn’t know Paul was a vampire.”
“You say he was nice...” Mirela asked trying to calm with her tone of voice.
“Yes, he was nice!” Ildico shouted back. “He was nice when I met him. He was a writer. He had a story to make into a book. He was lovely, a kind and friendly man and I was proud that he was my friend. But Nealla wouldn’t leave him alone.”
Noica leaned to Lupescu and whispered, “I need to ask her about the diavolul pădure. It’s important.”
Lupescu nodded. “Officer Nistor,” he called with commanding authority. Mirela stopped and looked. Ildico went quiet. Lupescu nudged Noica as a prompt.
“Hello... Ildico...” She turned in her seat to show eyes streaming with tears, her mouth skewed. “My name is Doctor Lucian Noica. My concern here is that Paul McGovern may harm more people or may even harm himself. We don’t know where he is and I’m worried that he might be quite sick... You mentioned that Paul went to the diavolul pădure, can you explain what happened?”
Ildico wiped her eyes on her sleeve and nodded.
“In Noua, there is a devil forest. I was always told it was a vampire grave with a strigoi, we all know to stay away from it but Paul went there. He didn’t believe in strigoi.” She snorted a crying laugh. “He didn’t even believe in God.”
“Go on,” Noica encouraged.
“He went... He told me he went there twice, I think; but I’m sure he went more than he told me.”
“And what happened?”
She shrugged. “He changed. It was subtle. I didn’t know him well enough to know his real personality so I can’t say for sure that he changed, but he became more... ‘stronger’ is the best word. He was timid and shy at first. Then he became stronger.”
“Mentally stronger, do you mean? Strength of personality?”
Ildico nodded. “He said he was dreaming about vampires too and I remember thinking that the dreams were hurting him. Whenever he mentioned it he looked troubled.”
“Was there anything else that you can say about how he changed, did he have problems with his memory or speech, was he ever confused?”
She turned her
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