117 Days of James Patterson – Day Eighteen
Day Eighteen, Chapter Eighteen
The morning after their murders, Barbara Ann and Darren Benton, along with Casey Dowling, were chilling in the morgue while Conklin and I stared at each other across our overloaded desks, not knowing whether to spit or go blind.
I told Jacobi that the lunatic killer who’d left a message in the Bentons’ RAV4 made me feel like I’d put my finger in a live electric socket.
Jacobi showed me his palms. What do you want from me? No manpower. No budget. I want to keep my job. Do what I tell you.
Conklin looked fresh, his brown eyes sparkling in the gloom of the bull pen, his shining brown hair falling across his forehead…
“Look at this!” (Cindy) shouted, her blond bedspring curls bouncing, blue lightning flashing in her eyes.
“We’re working the case, Cindy,” I said. “Jeez. We haven’t stopped. I got all of two hours in the rack last night – ”
“Rich?” Cindy cocked her head like a little yellow bird.
She batted her eyelashes at Conklin and gave him her best come-hither stare…Cindy leaped up, hugged Conklin around the neck, kissed him on the mouth…
Today I offer a series of excerpts from Chapter 18, without commentary:
To recap: we’re all chillin’ in the morgue with the sexually attractive Conklin, spitting and going blind from sticking our fingers into electrical sockets. Cindy busts in and flashes some of her “blue lightning” at Conklin like a little yellow bird. Lindsay ends up in the rack for 2 hours while Conklin & Cindy make out.
Go to Day Nineteen.