Maybe Lindsay had a feeling but her old partner goes ahead and calls it
“… Maybe we’ll just have to wait and take a shot at couple number two.”
They discuss any progress Warren Jacobi might have made with following up on the jacket and the wine but also have a brief pause where the partners edge around being reassigned. It’s a little terse but gets the point over that Warren doesn’t mince words or like the idea of not being Lindsay’s main partner on the case. I also get the feeling it’s more to do with their camaraderie than Warren looking for a promotion.
Raleigh attempts to further ingratiate himself in Lindsay’s good graces and the author seems to be trying to slow the pace of their tentative partnership, perhaps to make certain that Lindsay’s own personal uncertainty and her relationship(s) with Claire (& Cindy) remains more important. Which goes a long way to make her exhaustion and slight, temporary breakdown all the more human and real. Perhaps she could confide all in Raleigh but she isn’t comfortable enough around him to give in to the opportunity, waiting rather to speak with her friend Claire about such things as her fears and concerns. At least that’s what I am reading into this.
(Book Two – The Women’s Murder Club)
It is going to end in tears; and blood.
Becky and Michael don’t seem as well financed as the Brandts but their marriage is doomed before they get to that fancy honeymoon in Mazatlan. Pity really, Becky may seem a bit pushy but I think she and Michael are truly, well matched from the sound of things. Certainly she seems to share the same passion in the bedroom, and both appear to have an exploratory nature and healthy appetites.
Their plans sound just the ticket to a healthy marriage, it’s just unfortunate that Becky is next on Phillip’s list. I’m pretty sure Campbell is the complimentary chauffeur and will drive the pair to their doom. The groom isn’t so sure about taking the limo but Michael’s hesitation doesn’t last very long, mainly thanks to Becky.
“…Whatever Becky wants,” Michael finally said.
This isn’t the authors’ first crime fiction novel, Mr. Patterson being famous for the Alex Cross series, but he seems to have done some serious research on serial killers, how else could he write the character of Phillip Campbell so convincingly, it’s strangely reminiscent of documentaries & interviews of real serial killers and murderers.
Campbell’s heart pounded loudly. She was perfect. They were perfect together. Even better than he had hoped
Campbell is not suffering from any psychosis but instead is fully aware of the evil he has committed and is about to commit. The Why has yet to be revealed and the author seems to be setting me up for some surprise or nasty twist. Hope I can stomach it.
He’s ready again, and he appears to have changed his modus operative. Now why would he do that? Don’t these kinds of predators stick to a pattern? At least, that’s what I thought, but surely I’ve mentioned this before, I have no idea what goes on a killers mind. I’m beginning to wonder what the likes of Sigmund Freud would think of the state of our modern world. Sure, this is only fiction, but fact is hell of a lot scarier.
Lindsay treats her Sunday morning with her 10 year old routine and I have to say, it’s a bloody fine routine. The views alone must be utterly amazing and from the cinematic glimpses I’ve been exposed to in my lifetime, I’m a little envious but it’s the same envy I have for folks who get to live in quiet hamlets. The practical side of my nature knows I’d soon tire of the stunning views once I’d gotten used to seeing them day in, day out. It would no doubt become same-y after a while and I want to wander further afield. There’s a phrase that comes to mind – SSDD: Same Sh!t, Different Day.
As for the routine itself, I’m not much for the jogging part but off & on, and over the years, I too have enjoyed a dabble in tai chi & even yoga, so I can understand why Lindsay has incorporated it in her routine. The tai chi is very relaxing, must be the breathing techniques and the stillness of just “being”.
All in all, her Sunday was going to plan until Raleigh informed her of Campbell’s latest homicide over in Napa. Scuppers her plans with Claire and the news.
Looks like Raleigh’s plans were also disrupted, judging from his attire. Lindsay only thinks that he looks good but he openly says that she looks nice, but I still think the author is treading carefully with their relationship, and what they could possibly become.
It’s still a good idea to me, it’s better than just jumping into bed with each other. That would be, dare I say it, too Mills & Boon. This is a murder investigation, one ongoing case, and another to add to the profile.
Lieutenant Hartwig, of the local police over in Napa, appraise D.I. Lindsay Boxer of the current situation, the circumstances surrounding the sudden disappearance of Rebecca & Michael DeGeorge. Only Boxer & Raleigh know full well what’s happened to the newly-weds, even if their bodies have yet to be found.
They also have a lead.
… ‘Cause the concierge did receive one call last night. It was from the restaurant, confirming their reservations.”
Hartwig took a sip of his coffee before he met our eyes. “No one at the restaurant ever called them.”
Lindsay and Chris arrive at the newest crime scene. At first glance, it doesn’t even look connected but there are enough parallels that credits the investigation and the uneasiness from the previous chapter.
Hartwig fills the two detectives in on the couples plans. They had dinner reservations and were to leave for their holiday. The call from the restaurant isn’t enough to imply that someone has in fact, happened to the DeGeorges. However, they would not have left so suddenly without their luggage and belongings, no one would. Most people try to grab their belongings even during any building evacuation. I’m guilty of doing just that during fire drills too.
A limo arriving at the front of the hotel provides an unintentional clue, a possibility that deserves following up. At least the two detectives are on the same wavelength, but they need more than just suppositions and circumstantial what-if’s.
To make matters more interesting, Cindy arrives at the hotel and Lindsay seems interested to see how Chris will handle the matter.
“Raleigh, you said one of your particular skills was containment, didn’t you?
He looked at me as if I had asked Dr. Kevorkian, You’re sort of good at mixing chemicals, aren’t you? “Okay,” I said, eyeing the approaching figure, “contain this.”
Should be fun.