Day 112, Chapter 112
So it turns out that Pete “Lipstick Killer” Gordon is actually in the mall stalking people, because of course the police are right in their assumptions.
His target was no beauty queen, but she had some mesmerizing tail action, a nice jiggle and sway. Pete gave her a name, Wilma Flintstone, which was perfect. Dotty little dress, hair twisted up, and Pebbles in the stroller.
What can I say about a passage like that? After 112 days, I’m just not surprised anymore. “Mesmerizing tail action?” Jesus, Patterson, put it back in your pants. Oh, and by the way, as you can see from the included image, Wilma Flintstone always wore a white dress – Fred was the one with the polka-dots on his outfit. Way to screw up another cultural reference, JPatt.
Pete follows Wilma through the parking garage, “maintaining a steady ten-foot distance” between them. He gets angry when a family of “four jackasses” gets between him and his prey, but they soon move on. I don’t know what this guy is expecting, but at some point the women of San Francisco are going to catch on to the fact that there’s a guy in a baseball hat stalking and killing mothers and their kids in the mall parking garages. But hey, don’t listen to me, Pete, by all means, lower the bill of that cap and keep following this lady.
Pete was starting to worry that he’d lost her when her dress jumped out at him.
Yaaaaaah!!! Surprise!! (Sorry, I thought it sounded like just the dress jumped out to surprise him.)
Wilma takes the elevator & Pete watches to see which floor it stops on before following up the stairs. But when he gets to her floor and begins following her again, she spots him. Like I said, it was only a matter of time. “She stared, bug-eyed, for a long moment” before racing back to her car screaming, “Stay away from me. Stay away.” Well, it says that she “shouted” and I assume she would have said this with some volume (maybe not the same volume one would use inside a soundproofed van) but for some reason, there are no exclamation points. So, I guess she just politely suggests to Pete that he “stay away.” He continues with his usual spiel – “Lady, you got it wrong. My cell phone died.” – but Wilma’s not buying it and she pulls a .22 out of her baby stroller. Oh snap. Here is the uninterrupted ending to Chapter 112:
He pulled his gun, but it snagged on his shirt. The muzzle was coming up when he heard the shot and felt the punch to his right shoulder. His gun jumped out of his hand and clattered to the concrete floor.
He yelled, “Stupid bitch!” and dove for the weapon. A slug pinged into the floor an inch from his nose. He rolled onto his back with his gun in his left hand.
“Don’t move, Wilma,” he said, taking aim. But his vision was blurring and lights swooped around him. He squeezed off a few rounds, but he didn’t drop her. Wilma was firing again.
She kept firing.