Today is the final chapter before the four chapter epilogue, so this is the point at which most of those fine narrative tendrils should be wrapped up. Ri-i-i-i-ight. At the end of Chapter 112, Pete Gordon was being shot by a lady in a parking garage - let's pick up the action right where we left off:
I was running up Sutter, Jacobi shouting into the cell phone at my ear, "It's not one of ours!"
"None of our people are involved. We got a nine one one call. Shots fired in the Sutter-Stockton Garage. Third floor."So it's not Agent Connie Cacase or Heather "Can't Touch Me" Thomson doing the shooting, it seems to be a civilian. Lindsay and Conklin race to the garage and head to the third floor. This action is described in riveting prose such as: We were yards from the garage and then we were inside...
And then? And then?
They find the scene with Gordon lying face up on the floor with a woman nearby holding a .22.
"It's him, isn't it? she said, still transfixed, her baby screaming behind her. "The coroner said to carry a gun, and I did it. It's him, isn't it? It's the killer, isn't it?"Isn't it? Isn't it? Don't get me wrong, it's great that this lady killed the Lipstick Killer (or so it would appear) but who the hell listens to the advice given by the coroner over the television? Seriously, have you ever heard the county coroner where you live giving any type of public recommendation of any sort? I know Claire's part of the Women's Murder Club, but still, it's absurd.
Lindsay kicks the gun out of the limp hand of Pete Gordon and checks for a pulse. He's still alive! Call an ambulance!
His blood was pumping onto the concrete floor.
I didn't want to lose him. I wanted to see him in an orange jumpsuit, shackled to the defense table. I wanted to hear his fucked-up view of the world. I wanted him to pay with nine consecutive life sentences, one for each of the people he'd killed. I wanted him to pay.Wow, Lindsay said the f-word! Before Pete dies on that concrete floor, let us recap the police activity in this thrilling law-and-order novel.
1) the Hello Kitty robbery case: HK returned all the items she stole. The FBI inadvertently put her into Witness Protection. Cop involvement = nonexistent
2) the Casey Dowling Murder case: the police spent most of this book thinking that Hello Kitty killed Casey while robbing her house. The SFPD eventually decided that her husband, Marcus, was the guilty party because his hair was wet at the crime scene. Confronted with this, Marcus confessed. Cop involvement = minimal at best, bumbling at worst
3) the Lipstick Killer case: Pete "WCF" Gordon killed 9 women & children. He tricked Lindsay into driving around town with her shirt off. His wife somehow realized that he was a mass murderer & went to the FBI, who proceeded to let him go after he blew up his house. He remained on the loose until a civilian shot him in a parking garage while the police set useless decoys in all the other garages in town. Cop involvement = completely frickin' useless
I pressed my hand to the well of blood pumping from his femoral artery. I nearly jumped when Gordon opened his sleepy eyes and turned them on me, saying, "Sweet...meat. I think...I'm shot."
I leaned so close to his face, I could almost feel a breeze as he opened and closed his eyes.
I said, "Why'd you kill them, you son of a bitch?"
He smiled and said, "Why not?" Then he exhaled a ragged breath and died.So once again, the cops had nothing to do with the conclusion of a case. Nice.
I thought Pete was shot in the right shoulder - wasn't that the bullet that put him down in the first place? So, after that - while he was on the ground - the woman shot him in the leg? Perhaps JPatt is unaware that the femoral artery runs down the right leg? Sigh...
RIP WCF. It's been real.
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