“Oh, don’t touch that!” Walter reaches out. “If you open that it will ruin—” The policeman flips open the catch. “Oh dear,” he says. “Look what I just went and did.” “It might be salvageable. If you just give it back to me.” Walter tries to take the camera, but the policeman tips it upside down, and its contents spill onto the concrete. “Me and my clumsy fingers.” He grinds into the film with the edge of his boot. “It looks like we’ll never be able to see that evidence now, doesn’t it, Mr. Bishop?” Walter stares at the concrete. “What do you suggest I do?” he says. The policeman brings his
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I’m actually kind of mad that I feel bad for him. I wouldn’t if I didn’t already suspect that he’s innocent. I don’t want to be expecting him to be innocent the whole time. I like to be surprised! Some of this prose is so subtly melodic and metaphoric and other times it’s very METAPHOR IN YOUR FACE, SUBTLE PLOT TWIST THAT ISN’T SUBTLE AT ALL. I don’t like to see plot twists barreling down the pike from miles away. So I hope I’m wrong.
Omg he reminds me of that dude from Trial By Journal. The one they try to blame Perry’s disappearance on. Bob. He didn’t talk well and he smelled and looked unkempt. He is the same as Walter.
