Day 109, Chapter 109
I have a confession to make here: I have been out of town since Day 104 – I cheated pretty hard and read and wrote about 105-108 in advance so I did not have to travel with James Patterson in my carry-on. I am sorry if anyone feels lied to. Get over it.
Hello Kitty turned in the jewels she stole, Marcus Dowling was accidentally discovered as the murderer of Casey Dowling, the Lipstick Killer is still at large, and it has been 87 chapters since the titular “Women’s Murder Club” has been in session. I think this calls for a Girls’ Night Out!
Lindsay and Cindy head over to Susie’s (bar or grill or whatever) to meet Yuki and Claire (Susie’s was the scene of Yuki’s spicy-crab salad haiku and ridiculous conversation with Miles the bartender from Chapter 23.) In the car, Lindsay gives Cindy the scoop story on Hello Kitty, telling her that she thinks “Kitty returned the jewelry because she didn’t want that ‘murder during the commission of a robbery’ charge hanging over her head.” Did she really think it that far through, consulting a legal dictionary before turning the jewels in? C’mon.
I grinned at Cindy as I quoted from Hello Kitty’s letter, then I parked as close as I could to Susie’s. We both got out of the car and, squealing like little girls, ran a block through the sharp blowing rain.
Oh JPatt, always using every opportunity to make your characters “squeal like little girls.” Yuki’s at the bar, hugs all around. She introduces them to Miles La Liberte, the bartender from Chapter 23. When they leave to find a table, Yuki kisses Miles on the lips. Gasp! Damn, girlfriend! Was that tongue?
“What was that I just saw?”
“Cute, isn’t he?”
“Darned cute,” I said. “And how long has this been going on?”
“A few weeks.”
So while the rest of this book has been trudging along, Yuki’s been banging the bartender and we haven’t been allowed to see any of it? Bullshit, JPatt. Know your readers, man. (Was Yuki won over by Miles’ line about the sun coming out when she smiles? Wow.) I apologize for the rest of this upcoming dialogue, but, like I’ve said before, if I have to read it, so do you.
“So this is…serious?”
“Yeah,” she said, blushing and grinning at the same time.
“Wow,” Cindy said. “You kept that a secret?”
“Good for you, Yuki. A new case and a new boyfriend. A pitcher of brew, please,” I said to Lorraine (the waitress). “Four glasses.”
“I have an announcement, too,” Cindy said, clasping her hands, leaning across the table, practically falling into my lap. “Rich and I are living together.”
“Whoa. That’s fantastic,” I said – and I felt it. A hundred percent. “He didn’t tell me.”
NOOO! Ritchie!! I like that she has to clarify to the reader that she “felt it.” Oh, okay. The “whoa” at the beginning sends a different message, that’s all. They go on to talk about “closet space and how the bed was too soft for Rich” and I can feel my brain dying a little bit. Where the hell is Claire?!
I turned, looked over my shoulder, and saw her barreling down the narrow passageway toward our booth.
The look on her face could be described only as an eclipse of the sun. A thunderstorm was coming in.
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