It was Lady Crimson, in the library
With a revolver that was hidden
Behind a line of books,
And the splatter of blood, drips from the curtains
As the detective leans in and examines the corpse.
Us sitting at home, are piecing together
The clues that are scattered, enticing us in
And tricking us with those throw away clues,
Hoping to beat the pro to the truth.
During the last week, I have got sucked into a Netflix hole that includes a hell of a lot of detective style films. My current favourites are the Knives Out movies and the Enola Holmes films.
There is something so satisfying in trying to find out the answer to the mystery before the detective manages to do it. And the twists and turns when a red herring is thrown in are like being on a roller coaster while simply sitting at home on your sofa.
I am now running out of options so I’m going to have to hit the library tomorrow and see if I can take out a couple of Agatha Christie novels to satiate my new addiction.