Day 102, Chapter 102
Lindsay, Conklin, and Chi (sounds like a law firm) head up to Jacobi’s “pigpen” of an office (“no offense to pigs”) to open the black mystery case. “Are you going to open it, Boxer? Or are you waiting for an engraved invitation?“
“Something you’re gonna like,” echoed Chi. “What would that be?”
“I’m hoping for puppies,” I said.
Sorry, no puppies – it’s filled with every single thing that Hello Kitty stole from the upper crust of San Francisco. Even the Sun of Ceylon. Here’s the letter from the thief:
“Hi, Sergeant Boxer. I did NOT kill Casey Dowling. All of her stuff is in here, and everyone else’s stuff is in here, too. Please tell everyone I’m sorry. I made some bad mistakes because I thought I had no choice, but I will never steal again. Marcus Dowling killed his wife. It had to be him.”
I know I’m not supposed to ask this question anymore, but WHY? Why did I read all those endless chapters about Sarah Wells robbing people if she’s just going to turn around and give everything back? What the hell?? Why would she ever do that? She’s gotten away with it, completely free, the police have absolutely no idea who she is – I’m not even sure anyone’s even looking for her anymore. Did that idiot Heidi put her up to this? Why would she suddenly feel guilt over stealing? Why now, other than just being a convenient plot device? God, that entire storyline was a complete waste of my time. Well, so was the rest of the book.
Oh, by the way, Heidi – Pete’s wife, Sarah’s GF – just showed up at the FBI. Ooh, we’re so close to cracking that case, too! Great work everybody!
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