Day 42, Chapter 42
I’ve been reading a really great novel called American Rust by Philipp Meyer whenever I’m not reading for the 117 Days. Yesterday morning, after posting Day 41, I sat down to eat some breakfast and read a few pages of Meyer’s book before work. I was greeted by this passage, where the the police chief in the novel’s small, fading Pennsylvania town is sitting down to dinner:
There would be time later for a nice fire, maybe he would finish that book. James Patterson.
Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhh! El Diablo! He’s haunting my other books!
Anyway, Chapter 42… Sergeant Jackson “CSI Miami Vice” Brady narrates the security camera video footage of the latest Lipstick Killer murder scene for the rest of the Keystone Kop squad. Brace yourself:
“Here, he has his hands in his pockets. As he approaches the victim’s van, he hails Mrs. Marone. What’s he saying? Asking the time, maybe? Or does she have change for a twenty?”
The possibilities are endless. Deleted scene: “Let’s discuss this further as it is wholly relevant to solving this case. Anyone else have any suggestions as to what the killer could have said to the victim? Anyone? Maybe he asked the time? Wait, I already said that. We’re not leaving this room until I hear a better suggestion. I don’t know about you, but I don’t have anywhere else to be.”
There’s a struggle (on the video tape, not in the squad room) and it appears that the victim kicks the Lipstick Killer before he shoots her in the chest. Then, of course, he uses the dead lady’s hand to write CWF in blood on the windshield. How could I have been so stupid as to think that the killer would have left his own prints at the scene? Oh right, because the cops thought he did. Patterson, you diabolical genius!
“Three minutes and forty seconds,” Brady said, pointing the remote at the monitor, shutting it off. “That’s how much time elapsed from when he drew his gun to when he disappeared.”
It took me one minute and eighteen seconds to read Chapter 42. I’m just sayin’.
Go to Day 43.