
As a film buff, I’m really intrigued by Zoë Boehm’s character. She’s thrown into this incredibly tough situation – identifying her husband, Joe’s, body. She’s fiercely determined, practically threatening this unnamed police officer – the same one who dismissed the Dinah lead – that she’ll find Joe’s killer if he doesn’t. The scene where she receives the news is particularly jarring; she’s in bed with another man, an Irishman who’s married. The police, though, seem stuck on the idea that Joe took his own life. I found myself rooting for Zoë as she vehemently argues against that, insisting Joe loved his job as a private investigator, even if it wasn’t glamorous. They try to build a case for suicide – debt, a strained marriage, even that he read poetry! – but it just doesn’t ring true. A rough life and a love for poetry aren’t enough to drive someone to suicide, and Zoë points out a crucial detail: Joe was reportedly squeamish around blood. If he did take his own life, slitting his wrists wouldn’t have been the method. It’s a compelling setup, and I’m eager to see where this investigation leads.