Day 41, Chapter 41
Feeling a little punch drunk on ol’ JPatt today – my girl Claire the Coroner showed up in today’s chapter, keepin’ it real. And you know what? It’s been far too long since a lady had any contact with another lady in this book.
Claire was stowing her camera by the time I made it back up to the fourth tier. She looked into my face, and I saw my own horror reflected in hers. We opened our arms and held onto each other, and this time I didn’t care who thought I was weak.
Not exactly what I had in mind, but good enough for now. Hug it out.
“It’s not going to be all right,” Claire said into my shoulder.
C’mon Claire, where’s the feisty, syntax-impaired, plus-sized woman I fell in love with? Let’s bring in Charlie Clapper, director of the Crime Scene Unit, famous for his sexist remarks in Chapter 11. Perhaps he can shed some soulful light on this scene.
...Clapper’s crime scene-mobile steamed up the rise and stopped beside the ME’s van. CSIs poured out of the back, and Clapper stood over the sickening tableau and said to no one in particular, “Makes you wonder if the Good Lord has just given up on humanity.”
I’d love to just leave it there, I really would, but there was a little bit of plot at the very end: the killer – who has been mixing things up with his signature (WCF, CWF, FWC) – finally made that potential mistake that could lead to his downfall. He passed on using lipstick to write his signature at the scene – he was actually stupid enough to write “CWF” on the windshield in the victim’s blood with his own finger. Ridiculous. Patterson has spent so little time developing his cop characters, that they can’t solve any crimes on their own – they actually have to wait for the criminals to make idiotic, out of character mistakes like leaving their fingerprints smeared all over the crime scene. These are the same cops that gave the murdered babies shit for not being good enough witnesses to be worth killing, so I guess it’s no real surprise. (See Chapter 36.) I’d read that book, actually – Sexy Cop Babies by James Patterson. Oh my God, I’ve gone beyond insane. I’ve gone crazy.
Go to Day 42.