117 Days of James Patterson – Day Fifty-Three
Day 53, Chapter 53
In all honesty, I couldn’t give less of a shit about James Patterson today – it’s my birthday. But to prove my dedication to this stupid project, here I am! Thankfully, today’s chapter barely covers two pages – I’ll just offer these little golden nuggets of bad prose and junior high school metaphors for your enjoyment and be on my way:
- When Jacobi, Chi, and I walked into the squad room, all eyes turned to us, the silent question hanging in the air like a thundercloud. What did the chief say?
- The gasping and commentary were as loud as that thundercloud breaking into a downpour.
- I filled Conklin in on the beat-down we’d taken from Tracchio…
- It was insane, completely magical thinking to believe that if we handed the killer his millions, he would leave town. Even if he did, where would he go? What would he do when he got there?
I think even the Lipstick Killer wants out of this awful story so bad he’s just looking for a payoff to get the hell out of town.Go to Day 54.