The second driver, an inadvertent hit, is able to give info on the first driver, the premeditated murderer. Goren realizes still another car was set up to force the second one into her, and Eames intuits the drugs in her system were not self administered.
In a relatively linear fashion, the detectives suspect that the ring's the thing, (very valuable and it's been switched) and soon believe that the motive is prepaid crematorium contracts. Under no circumstances should one change their mind to burial after signing!
The sick perp here is one of the ilk DollBoy loves to twist into a psychic pretzel...a supercilious doc who initially doubts BG is educated enough to recognize a common synonym for arrhythmia. Ooh! Big mistake!
But the ole doc is prolific - 248 heart diseased bodies (or doctored records saying so) laid to rest prematurely, all killed for baubles and pre-pays before their time. Bobby thinks the real motive is "because he can", ie., power over life and death beyond even the usual godhood society bestows upon those with ability to save our lives.
For those "addicted to power" our detective reserves the inner circles of hell. "For us to get him, his loss of power must be public and complete", Goren intones. There is something delightfully medeival meshed with the fully modern in Goren. Like he wants for the 'special' perps public square drawn and quarterings featuring surroundsound confessions.
Straightforward, if ghoulish storyline that feels done before, if elsewhere. Could be because of the ripped from the headlines derivation, or the twist on angels of death, multi-murdering MDs, and phony crematoriums in past CI episodes.
So a chief direction in this one is Bobby watching and gosh, Goren's hot at the accident scene in a black leather jacket with his badge shining moonlight on the lapel. Hey, Tulip? :) Sexy highly inflected voice hushed at times to a whole new level of listening intensity - does he do that to make us watch his lips?
Deliberate or not..it's working. And oooh, those divinely raised expressive eyebrows, earnest, direct gazes, quizzical boychild glances, and when he strolls the city with his partner, black overcoat pulled snug over those shoulders because both fists are straining the pockets in school boy pensive walk.....:)
Yum!moreless





