Surely You Know Whodunit?
Because the bloody corpse can’t speak
and communication from the other side is not a part of the genre,
also because the relatives and friends are incubating emotions which they struggle to express, modulate or conceal,
faute de mieux, the police are soon shuffled centre stage.
However, despite the resources at their disposal,
the investigation is inconclusive
and lines of enquiry pedestrian.
Someone close to the victim arranges
through unimpeachable connections
a secret meeting with a private detective,
who by good fortune has preternatural intelligence,
starry appeal and is a gifted psychologist to boot.
He or she, by means of seemingly innocuous interviews,
makes a daring raid on complacency
and delivers a scowling villain to public obloquy,
although not before a desperate and botched shoot-out
from a tight, albeit well-lit, corner.
Finally, over cocktails at a well appointed country club,
the sleuth and cronies conduct a post-mortem,
not on the corpse, but on this the most recent episode
of the lucrative and long running series,
before a slow fade from good-natured joshing and twinkling smiles.