I woke in the dark with the comforting weight of bodies around me.
I would find that incredibly uncomforting. I like sleeping on my own. My space is my space, ya dig. Anita is in bed with everyone so… I guess the whole plot-shit pile that was BM is now over, having done nothing and achieved nothing other than taking up space. Micah and Nathaniel are pressed close to Anita, because they are creepy fuckers, and Cherry and Zane are there. Because.
I’d found that the silk sheets at Jean-Claude’s were especially hard to keep track of in my sleep.
Because silk is slippy? Also, holy hell, why would you want silk sheets? They stain really easily and make you sweat like a hog.
I wasn’t sure what had awakened me, but I knew that the wereleopards had better hearing and better sense of smell than I did. If it hadn’t alerted them, it was probably a dream.
Then I heard it, very, very faint. It was my phone, sounding like it was ringing from the bottom of a deep well.
I guess the wereleopards don’t really have good hearing if Anita is woken up by a phone and they aren’t. Anita can’t answer it because she is pinned down by Micah and Nathaniel – creepy, you two are creepy – and then Cherry answers it for her. That’s a bit presumptive. You don’t know who it is and whether Anita is comfortable with you speaking for her. Anita tries desperately to get the phone but Cherry refuses to hand it to her. She gives it to Zane, who gives it to Nathaniel.
Because, clearly, a man must do the talking for Anita.
Why the fuck won’t you give the phone to Anita? You know it’s Zerbrowski, what the fuck is wrong with you people?
Zerbrowski, when Anita gets the phone, makes gross jokes about her being with a girl, hurrr hurrr hurrr. I am not impressed. Anyway, there’s been another murder by the shape-shifter rapist, even though that crucifixion murder has not been shown to be connected to the other murders, and the shape-shifter angle was just brought in by Dolph to arrest Jason after Jason contaminated a crime scene.
This plot has about enough weight as a particularly small feather.
I almost asked how he was holding up, but it’s against the guy code. You’re supposed to pretend you don’t notice anything’s wrong.
Apparently, being a good ‘guy’ friend is being a fucking asshole.
Pretend, and it will go away. Sometimes, because I am a girl, I’ll break the guy code, but today I’ll let it stand. Zerbrowski had a long day ahead of him, and he was the man in charge. He couldn’t afford to look at this feelings right now. It was more important that he held together than that he understood what he was feeling.
What’s with all the gender essentialism? Plus, why are you implying that Anita cares about other people? Because we fucking know she doesn’t.
Zerbrowski started to give directions, and I had to tell him to wait until I had a pen and paper. There was no pen and paper anywhere in the room. I was finally reduced to writing directions in lipstick on the bathroom mirror. Zerbrowski was laughing his ass off by the time I found the lipstick and started drawing on the mirror.
- Zerbrowksi isn’t feeling anything about the ongoing murder and rape spree. He is a giggling chucklehead.
- Anita, being called out to crime scenes is part of your job. You sleep at JC’s a lot. Aren’t you prepared for doing your fucking job?
- No, that would require her to be competent.
- ‘started drawing on the mirror’. That is the weirdest description of writing I’ve ever heard. I guess you could say that writing is like a type of drawing or are you actually drawing a map?
- You’ve ruined that lipstick. Couldn’t you use eyeliner on toiler paper?
Anita, being utterly brainless, suggests letting another shape-shifter onto the latest crime scene. Yeah, ’cause it worked so well the first time round. Zerbrowski then reveals that Missouri is considering getting ‘varmit’ laws where people are allowed to shoot shape-shifters on sight.
Um, aren’t they already the law in Missouri? Like, they’ve been brought up several times in the books already. They were a plot point in one of the last books. Continuity! You need it, or your books are trash. More than they already are.
Oh, and then Zerbrowski reveals there’s been a message at the murder scene that magically connects the crucifixion murder to the other murders, isn’t that convenient. And also the crucified guy is totally connected to that terrorism plot that went nowhere.
Genius. A work of plotting genius. It’s clearly all coming together. What a work of great literature.