"What is it you do, Gizmo?" I ask Patrick this as we walk away from the ditch where we found the murdered girl. Good thinking on his part, figuring that she had been killed by a local. Perceptive. Not perceptive enough to recognize who I am but impressive nonetheless. I guess that's why he gets to be a big deal consultant and I have to settle for being a small town sheriff who's also king of the underworld. What a loser. Still sort of pisses me off that he figured out so much about her.
Oh look, Gizmo's going to grace me with an answer to my question. Gonna tell me what he does. Damn, he's a good looking guy. Handsome, great hair. Even when I had it, my hair was never that great. Well, he may have great hair but he doesn't have a family.
"You know rock, paper, scissors?" he asks me. "I do," I answer. "Play me," he says. He gives me a big smile. His teeth are dazzling We get ready to shoot. Of course I know rock, paper, scissors. Everyone knows rock, paper, scissors. What the-he's beating me. Beating me every damn time. Smile Patrick, you may know rock, paper, scissors but I killed your wife.