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Day 72, Chapter 72
Today, Sarah Wells has a plan. She needs to at least attempt to deflect blame off of herself for the murder of Casey Dowling (see prologue – Days 1-3) so she gets all gussied up in “gangsta shorts and a pink ‘Life is Good’ sweatshirt” and heads down to Fisherman’s Wharf, “one of the largest tourist attractions in the state” to make a phone call to the SFPD Homicide division. Of course, she gets Detective Lindsay Boxer on the phone.
“This is Sergeant Boxer,” a woman’s voice said.
“I’m the one who robbed the Dowling house. I didn’t shoot Casey Dowling, but I know who did.”
“What’s your name?”
“I can’t tell you that,” Sarah said.
“Now there’s a shock.”
“Hello? Are you talking to me?”
Seriously, what is Lindsay’s problem? Is this how she handles every tip that comes in? With antagonistic ire and jaded disbelief? No wonder she’s made zero headway in either of the cases she’s working. Normally, in this sort of “thriller,” the detective always manages to “detect” something that leads them toward solving the case. I have the feeling that in this one, Lindsay will just be lead by the hand to the solution to both cases, either by slip ups by the perpetrators or by all the answers being placed firmly in her lap. For example:
“Listen,” Sarah said, “I’m telling you the truth. I’m the burglar. I was looting the safe in the closet when Marcus and Casey came into the bedroom. They had a fight. Then they had sex. I waited for about twenty minutes until Marcus Dowling was snoring, and then I was bailing out the window when I knocked over a table. No one knows about the table, right? Is that proof enough? Because Marcus Dowling keeps saying that Hello Kitty killed Casey – and I didn’t do it.”
There, case closed. In your face, Lindsay. (I posted this long piece of Sarah’s dialogue, since it sums up the entire three chapter prologue in one paragraph, for those who don’t remember that far back.) Clearly, this anonymous caller was at the crime scene – how are you going to handle this information, detective?
“Okay. Okay, I hear you,” Sergeant Boxer said, “but I need more than your anonymous say-so. Come in and make a statement.”
That’s the best you’ve got? Why the hell would Sarah turn herself in at this point?
“Are you kidding? Come in so you can arrest me?”
Ha ha! See? What incentive could Sarah possibly have for coming in or talking any further to the police? The cops have NO IDEA who she is – there was virtually no evidence left behind at the scene that would indicate that Sarah had ever been there at all, let alone had shot and killed Casey Dowling. I’m sorry, the brain dead fucking police work in this thing is starting to get to me.
“Marcus Dowling killed his wife. There. Now we’ve talked.”
Sarah disconnected the line.
Hilarious. Like I said, the evidence will all just fall into the laps of these idiot cops and everything will work out by Chapter 117. Brilliant plotting, Mr. Patterson. Oh wait, I’m sorry, I just fell asleep at my computer.
Go to Day 73.