“Not the
brightest bulb in the box.”
Thomas Edison*
Dug down to the
Earth's core then kept digging and came out the other side of the
planet. Bought some souvenirs and came back. Huh. Didn't think that
would work.
Murder Mystery Solution Syndrome
It's driving me
mad! I can never figure out who did it when I watch these murder
mysteries! And I'm an avid watcher. Maddie the Mystery Lover they
even call me! But this time I know I'll guess it! I know I will!
There are only three suspects left after all. Only three suspects the
police are considering in the mansion. The rich old husband, his
trophy wife and their son. The victim: The judge in the divorce
trail. I ran through the episode in my head over and over as the
minutes to the climax rolled by. As the end of the episode
approached. I went through all the motives and all the evidence. I
even went through all the genre trends. Trying to put myself into the
writer's shoes. I was going to figure out who did it this time.
Victory was going to be mine. I put the pieces together. It had to be
the trophy wife. The divorce wasn't going in her favor. And when my
favorite detective revealed who did it it was someone that me or the
police didn't expect. It was Abbot the butler.
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