Day 56, Chapter 56
172 pages in, I think JPatt has finally hit his stride with the majestic Chapter 56. I’d like to tear Chapter 56 out of the book, put it in a frame, and hang it in my bathroom. I’d like to cut it out, fold it up, and keep it in my wallet. As Tracy Morgan would say, I’d like to take Chapter 56 out behind the middle school and get it pregnant.
“I told her nothing,” Conklin said to me.
“Whatever,” I said back. My mind was splitting, I think, literally. Hello Kitty. Lipstick Killer.
Conklin insists that he didn’t give Cindy any information about Hello Kitty being a woman (see yesterday’s chapter) and Lindsay believes him. Because she’s a terrible cop.
We’ve been partners for more than a year and, in that time, I’ve put my life in his hands more than once – and he’s put his in mine. Crap.
He put his crap in your hands?
Images of the two of us working through bombings and firestorms and covering each other while trading shots with homicidal punks washed over me.
We had a bone-deep connection as partners, and then there was what Claire called the “other thing.”
Is the “other thing” bone-deep as well? Okay, if you’ve been faithfully reading along for the previous fifty-five days, you really need to brace yourself here. The following passage is dangerously off the hook.
There was still a lot of spark in our relationship that had never been fully resolved. I remembered us grappling half naked on a hotel bed, an action that I’d stopped before it was too late. I recalled confessions of feelings. Promises to never discuss them again, that we had to keep our relationship professional, that it was the best and only way.
And now Rich was head over heels in amour with Cindy.
Google wants to know, “Did you mean: head over heels in armour?”
So how does Detective Lindsay Boxer handle these thoughts of near sexual contact with her partner?
I took apart my stack of doughnuts and gave the chocolate one to Conklin.
I bet you never thought we’d get two days out of that stack of doughnuts. Will the sharing be enough to distract Lindsay from her unwelcome, erotic thoughts?
I was mesmerized for half a second. Conklin’s good looks have that effect on me, and there’s also something about the way he smells. Whatever the heck soap he uses.
I guess not. Damn Conklin, you smell awesome today! Is that Irish Spring? Wanna do some half naked grappling?
Go to Day 57.