Once you realize Breslin is an idiot, you start counting the clichés on their way out of his mouth and noticing that the slick hair is organized over a balding spot, and somewhere in there you realize that he’s actually only around five foot ten and his solve rate is nothing special and you start wondering if he wears a girdle. None of that matters—the dazzle does its job on witnesses and suspects, and Breslin’s moved on long before it can wear off—but it left me pissed off with myself for being suckered, which left me pissed off with Breslin and everything about him.
