Day 74, Chapter 74
This is, by far, the shortest chapter to date – it looks like it would just run over one page by about 4 lines. Of course, it is printed on two pages, considering the massive margins, and, funny enough, there’s actually some action in it. That said, it could have easily been combined with the previous two chapters, to create one massive 5 1/2 page chapter of riveting telephone conversations. Far too unwieldy.
I crossed the floor into Jacobi’s office and stood in the doorway. He looked up, gray-faced, gray-suited, black-tempered. I told him about Hello Kitty’s call.
“We found her story believable,” I said.
“Did you put a trace on the call?”
“Warren, that’s going to get us nothing. I heard a coin dropping into the box. She was at a public phone.”
“Just do it, okay?” Jacobi growled. “What’s wrong with you, Boxer?”
“I dunno,” I said, throwing up my hands. “Stupid, I guess.”
Little sections like this are the reason I get up in the morning, put the coffee on, sit down at my laptop, read 2 pages in this book, and keep writing about it EVERYDAY, even though the crowds have all gone home and I’m largely writing for myself and a handful of faithful readers who are waiting to see how long I can go before losing it.
God, I love that gray-faced, downtrodden, at-death’s-door, Jacobi, man. I think a spinoff novel is in order – starring the grim, depressed Jacobi partnered with the incurable optimism and ethnic stylings of Dr. Claire Washburn. “Hold up, girlfriend. Why you always gotta aks so sad?” Sorry.
I went back to my desk. Conklin was looking past me, rocking in his chair, and when I snapped my fingers and called his name, he said, “Okay, we know what to do. Bear down on Marcus Dowling. He won’t be expecting it.”
So, to recap this chapter, Lindsay has admitted to her boss that she is stupid, while her partner spends his time in the office rocking back and forth in his chair, staring into space. None of the mockery I have bestowed upon these characters on other days has been misleading.
Lindsay’s phone rings again & the dispatcher tells her that Hello Kitty is on the line again.
I stared at the blinking red button, then stabbed it and said, “This is Sergeant Boxer.”
Conklin stared at the blinking light too, they just didn’t show it. In fact, he’s still looking at it.
Sarah (“Hello Kitty”) recites to Lindsay, over the phone, the list of items she stole from the Dowlings, as a way to further prove her side of the story. It comes out that the ring with the big yellow stone – that she has had turned into a necklace for her girlfriend, Heidi – is actually a canary diamond. No duh!
“What am I supposed to do with this information, Kitty? I need your statement, or I’ve got nothing.”
“You’re a Homicide inspector. Do your job and leave me out of it,” she said, and she hung up again.
Hey, if you had traced the first call, dummy, you might have been able to get a cop to that payphone and been able to snag Sarah when she made that second call. But no, you’re just “stupid, I guess.” Hell, you’re even asking the criminals what to do next – what is your problem? Take the information – if you believe Sarah – and take another look at Marcus Dowling. Jesus Christ, I can’t take it anymore!
There you go – I’ve just popped.
Go to Day 75.