Big Doi, Lifetime

So I've been watching this Lifetime movie while I do some writing (shut up. There's nothing on TV on Monday nights), and it has the typical story line-- strong woman detective whose scarred from her past, serial killer targeting women up drudging up the detective's old demons, she's trying to catch him but everyone thinks she's too close to the case, blah, blah, blah, saucy old lady for comic relief, blah, blah, blah, handsome partner who you know she'll end up with in the end, you know the drill.

Here's the thing. This "mystery" is so transparent that I've known who the killer is since the first five minutes. It's the coroner. Yes, the same coroner whose been working on the bodies. Yes it's him. This is how he knows how not to leave any DNA traces. Detective lady, you've been standing right next to him the whole freakin time. Stop standing in your apartment drinking wine and furrowing your brow while looking at crime scene photos. It's the coroner. How dumb are you and your police staff? IT'S THE CORONER.


CORONER, CORONER, CORONER. HE'S THE KILLER.

God, at least give me some concealment or puzzle here.