As I write, CSI: is on in the background. I haven’t watched this in a long time. However, as tonight’s episode plays out, I feel confident enough to publicly predict who the killer is halfway through the show.
It’s the dad–the FBI agent who’s hunting for the suspect.
His wife was shot in a store parking lot, his daughter kidnapped and older son missing. He’s on the trail of a pedophile with a grudge against him, but I think the guy did it himself.
The wife was shot in the right eye. When the husband storms into the morgue, he dramatically punches out a window. Why is this written into the script? Because it shows us that he’s left handed. Whoever shot the wife was probably left handed.
He barges onto a crime scene, contaminating and compromising it in his anger. I suspect it’s an act and he’s looking for an excuse to hide / plant evidence.
He tries to go vigilante and shoot a suspect. Why? My theory is that he wants to frame him, and divert future suspicion from himself. Nobody takes a fall like a dead man.
The second half of the show is starting now. Let’s see how my theory plays out…
UPDATE: I was mostly right. The dad didn’t take the kids, but he did kill his wife, and that got the older son to take and hide his sister.
My left-handed clue didn’t really play out, but the rest held up pretty well, I think.
This kind of thinking wouldn’t help me solve murders in real life, which I suspect usually doesn’t follow the neat, predictable conventions of fiction, which is how I figured this out–reading and watching lots and lots of mystery stories.
When my wife and I saw the movie Taken, and the hero’s daughter goes to Europe with a slightly trashy friend, I told my wife, “That girl’s going to die.” Halfway through the movie, she does die, and my wife asked me how I knew.
Simple. Stories have rules and patterns, and there aren’t even all that many.
I used to think it would be neat to have a show where the hero would solve murders by using the conventions of storytelling, but then I realized it had already been done: Murder, She Wrote. Oh, well.