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Joe 2022-03-20 09:01:36
My sympathy for the Bone Collector outweighs my hatred. The sad loneliness in the heart can't even escape death. Only by stripping away the flesh and blood and holding the bones, can you feel a little sincerity in the world. Although Rhyme has lost the ability to act, he has money and prestige, and everyone who knows or doesn't know him looks up to him with admiration, but he selfishly wants to die. And what about the bone collectors? Rhyme was freed from his mistakes, but he could only regret the choices he couldn't make, day after day, year after year, turning a victim into an abuser. Who's to blame? The bloody and weird basement may not be buried with bones, but the last bit of trust and warmth between people.
Extended Reading
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Amelia: Thelma told me about your plans for your "final transition."
Lincoln Rhyme: Cop to cop, that subject's not open to discussion. Why?... Would you miss me?
Amelia: Well, destiny's what we make it, right?
Lincoln Rhyme: Touche.
Amelia: Now, you seem to have your reasons for checking out. I just... I would have expected more from someone like you.
Lincoln Rhyme: Well, I might surprise you and... live forever.
Amelia: Nothing you could do would surprise me, Rhyme.
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Amelia: Shit! Cheney's here.
[puts the evidences into her pocket]
Captain Howard Cheney: You talking to Rhyme on that thing? Give me the radio. Now, listen, Linc. This is Cheney, man. What the hell do you think you're doing? Stealing evidence is a goddamn felony. You know that.
Lincoln Rhyme: To my understanding, there's no chain of evidence voucher.
Captain Howard Cheney: Oh, yeah? Well, I got some news for you. You are not a cop anymore. You understand that? What you are is a fucking meddling cripple. Now, I'm gonna place your little gofer here under arrest. You don't mind that, do ya? Lock her up.
[looks back and finds Amelia gone]
Paulie: Where'd she go?