Chapter 45
And now we discover why Brown was so obsessed with Vernet's immaculate appearance. For reasons as yet unknown, he needs to smuggle our heroes out of the bank vault, and thus has to pretend to be a horrid, working-class truck driver who speaks "crude French", and we marvel at the transformation. But he forgets to take off his Rolex. Twat. Never mind, Collet's a bigger twat, and can't tell the difference between the real thing and a knock-off.
But Vernet pulls it off, and then wonders what the hell to do next.
I see his problem.
But Vernet pulls it off, and then wonders what the hell to do next.
I see his problem.
posted by Tim F at 8:41 am
4 Comments:
Sometimes I wonder if Brown did resort to the 'a man walks in with a gun' technique I used when I did national novel writing month. You have a character do something, anything, to keep the narrative interesting, then try to think up a plausible reason for their actions later.
Can you tell the difference between a fake Rolex and a genuine one?
You just wave a hammer in its vicinity and watch the owner's adam's apple at the same time.
No gulp - no real.
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