1 hour and 15 minutes ago, Miami Beach was plunged into panic when the helicopter carrying James Patterson – “the king of detective novels” – suddenly lost control and crashed straight into the sand, exploding violently in front of hundreds of shocked witnesses. The moment the fireball burst into flames, the loud explosion drowned out the sound of the waves, leaving behind an unprecedented scene of horror.

Witnesses present recounted in a trembling voice: “The helicopter started to sway, spun out of control and then nosedived. Just a few seconds later, the whole sky lit up like a bomb exploding. We heard the sound of metal shattering, then flames rose tens of meters high.” Tourists who were bathing in the beach panicked and ran away, while fans gathered nearby cried out for their idol.

Miami rescue forces immediately appeared. Paparazzi who were following Patterson recorded the flashy scene: thick black smoke covered the sky, burning debris fell on the sand, and continuous flashes pierced through the smoke. Paramedics rushed to the scene, found Patterson motionless in the red-hot iron. They put him on a stretcher, performed CPR, attached an oxygen mask, and performed electric shock right on the beach. Ambulance sirens blared, people were pushed back by police lines while cameras flashed continuously.

At Jackson Memorial Hospital, the ICU was lit up all night. Monitors kept red alerts, doctors tried to shock and infuse fluids one after another, but the great heart still could not beat again. A doctor sighed, declared death at 9:07 p.m., leaving the entire emergency room in silence.

The bad news spread quickly around the world. Patterson’s family cried when receiving his body. Literary colleagues were shocked: Stephen King wrote on X (Twitter): “A mountain of words just collapsed. Unbelievable.” Many young authors admitted that Patterson was an endless source of inspiration.

The global reaction was fierce. In New York, thousands of readers gathered in front of the Public Library, lit candles and sang his name. In Paris, London, and Tokyo, readers gathered outside bookstores, placing white flowers and copies of Alex Cross novels. The hashtags #PrayForPatterson and #GoodbyeJamesPatterson exploded, reaching more than 300 million mentions in just four hours.

A double incident added to the tragedy: while fans jostled in Miami to pay their respects, a wooden bridge near the shore suddenly collapsed, sending dozens of people into the water, seriously injuring at least seven. Rescue helicopters were urgently dispatched, but one had engine trouble and had to make an emergency landing near the shore, creating unprecedented chaos.

Global media ran a headline: “The world’s best-selling novelist has passed away in a ball of fire.” The US President said: “James Patterson was more than just a writer – he was a storyteller who fed the minds of millions of readers.” Canada and the UK sent official condolences.

That night, Miami Beach became a giant sea of ​​candles. Fans sat in circles on the sand, holding up a portrait of James Patterson, their tears mingling with the waves. A young girl sobbed: “He wrote bloody cases, but left us with an endless love for words.”

James Patterson – who sold more than 400 million copies of his books, redefined detective novels and inspired generations – passed away in a terrifying fireball on Miami Beach. But in the hearts of readers, every page he wrote will forever be a flame that will never be extinguished.