A grisly murder takes place and everyone is running around in a panic. The suspects are piling up, the police at a loss. I sit back and observe. Finally, I discover an insignificant-seeming clue that turns out to be the keystone to the theory stewing in my brain. I stand up, call for attention, and announce the killer, the motive, and the damning proof. Then I drive my jag into the golden English countryside with my extremely handsome silver-haired latin lover in the passenger seat. Happens all the time.