Did you think "America's #1 Storyteller" was skeevy and creepy before today? Check out the man himself talking to Borders.com (I know - please don't shop there) about The 9th Judgment, his love for Angie Harmon, writing from a woman's point of view, and what he thinks of the Women's Murder Club video games. That's right, there are video games. JPatt: "In a lot of ways, I think (The 9th Judgment) is the best (in the series), the cases are really interesting and the love - the romances - in the book are kind of cool too."
The entire plot of Chapter 93: Lindsay finds out that Pete Gordon is holding his own son hostage (however that's possible) and has said that he will only speak to her. She drives over to his house and calls him, but there is no answer. Then, Pete calls her on her cell phone.
Here are the best parts:
- Jacobi hovered behind me. I brought him up to speed in ten words or less and saw the conflict in his face. (10 words: "Nude driving, killing kids. Oops, I accidentally solved the case." Or, "Don't look so glum, Jacobi, there're just 75 pages left.")
- Agent Benbow flagged us down with his hand... (Rather than using the airplane runway batons he has or a series of signal flags.)
- "Give it your best, Sergeant," he said. "Be his friend. Don't antagonize him."
- "Peter, this is Lindsay Boxer. I'm here because you asked for me and I want this to turn out right for everyone." (I don't want to be here, you don't want to be here, I don't have any proof that you've done anything, ever, but we both know that you're a murdering asshole, so let's just finish this and go home. And by "home," I mean jail.)
And the finale:
I was out of moves, wondering why Gordon had even asked for me, when my own cell phone rang. I pulled it off my belt and stared at the faceplate. The caller ID was blocked, but I knew.
"Well, hello, sweetmeat," said the Lipstick Killer.Go to Day 94