Day Twelve, Chapter Twelve
Monday morning, day 12 & I can see the next 105 days spread out before me in a sprawl of monotony and ill-formed sentences. Shit. Chapter Twelve is kinda boring – Lindsay, Conklin, and Jacobi interview Marcus Dowling, famous movie actor and “the next best thing to Sean Connery.” He paces the room, telling the cops about how he was downstairs when he heard the gunshots that killed his wife.
“…as I was heading upstairs, I heard another bang. This time I thought it was a gunshot, and right after that, I heard glass breaking.”
The breaking glass must have been the whatnots, the bric-a-brac, and the knickknacks, don’t you think? Dowling, ever the actor, puts on a good show of crying & pacing around the room before he delivers the performance of his life.
“Mr. Dowling, do you own a gun?”
Dowling turned a wild-eyed stare on Conklin. His face went rigid with pain. He clutched his left arm and said, “Something’s wrong.”
Then he keeled over and dropped to the floor.
Now that’s how you end a frickin’ chapter!
Go to Day Thirteen.