So mayoral candidate Darren Richmond, more obsessed with the idea of drowning a pretty young girl than winning an election, took time out of his busy campaign schedule—at a time when anyone in Seattle would recognize him—to murder Rosie? And Rosie, a girl so shy that she could not speak up in class, so family oriented that her younger brothers could count on a bike ride with her after school, was living a secret life as a high-priced casino prostitute?
Hmmm. I hear The Killing series creator Veena Sud asking, "Have I taught you nothing, Grasshopper?"
That the councilman had involved himself in inappropriate sexual dalliances would surprise no one, especially this week. But what evidence do we have that he killed Rosie?
We know from the photos that Mayor Adams gave Gwen that Darren had spent time with Celine/Aleena, one of the Beau Soleil girls for hire. And we know that email sent to Orpheus@bockmail.com was appearing on Darren's computer. But Celine/Aleena did not say that the councilman was Orpheus, the creep who wondered what it was like to drown. Could someone with access to both Orpheus@bockmail.com and Darren's campaign email account be forwarding messages from one to the other? I control 4 email addresses from one Gmail account, so it's certainly possible. Campaign staffers, like Jamie and Gwen—and Nathan!—probably know Darren's password, and if they also have connections to the real "Orpheus," they could easily make the link. After viewing those photos, Gwen now has motivation for making Darren look bad.
The best piece of evidence that Darren didn't kill Rosie, though, was being able to face Mitch and have that very moving conversation about loss in the grocery store. [The reason I never suspected Bennet* was that he was able to rescue Mitch from the high school hallway, take her into his classroom, and share Rosie's favorite poetry with her.] That kind of human-to-human connection is not possible if a couple of nights before you were closing the trunk on the mother's bound and beaten—though still living—daughter and then pushing the car into a lake where you knew she would drown.
The second piece of evidence that Darren didn't do it was his loyalty to Bennet. If Darren had killed Rosie, why didn't he embrace Bennet as the suspect? It would have ended the investigation and protected his secret. We all know that innocent men, especially minorities, pay for crimes they didn't commit.
And Rosie as a prostitute? I am more inclined to think that our artistic Rosie was getting paid to take those beautiful photos of the Beau Soleil girls. The best piece of evidence that Rosie is not a prostitute is that Mitch had to reassemble Rosie's room after Stan packed it up. Mitch would have found something that pointed to Rosie's second life—racy underwear, perhaps, or an ATM receipt—if it existed.
Roll Up Your Sleeve, Sir
After all the mystery surrounding Jack's father, we are expected to believe that some doof—sorry, Helo!—from Chicago is the missing parent? My money is still on Darren. When Linden makes another late night visit to the councilman's condo and is studying the photos of Darren and his late wife, I see her thought balloon: "You said you loved me. You said you would leave your wife. We could have been this happy."
Draw some blood. I want a paternity test!
Step Aside, Linden! I've Solved It for You.
The medical examiner discovered that Rosie had floor cleaning solvent in her lungs and under her fingernails. Here's what must have happened: We know that Rosie and billionaire weirdo Tom Drexler have the Wapi Eagle Casino in common. They met there. Drexler invited Rosie over to help refinish the indoor basketball court. He's a weirdo, remember!
As they were working, they began to argue about the merits of Super 8 film cameras vs. HD digital camcorders. Drexler managed to hold his temper until Rosie added that analog recording and vinyl records far surpassed the depth and warmth of music recorded digitally. As a man who had amassed his fortune in software development and the digital revolution, Drexler could not let that remark slide. He struck Rosie, who fell unconscious into a puddle of solvent, snuffling some of it into her lungs.
When Gwen and Nathan arrived—remember, in Seattle you just show up at all hours, and remember, no one has confirmed Gwen's alibi for Friday night!—Drexler promised that he would help the Richmond campaign in any way if they got rid of the body. Thank god, Gwen had Nathan in tow, as her gym time hadn't developed enough arm muscle to wrestle a body in and out of a car.
The two staffers planned just to dump Rosie in the park, but when they opened the trunk, Rosie leaped out. A chase through the woods ensued. Rosie tripped over a tree root and knocked herself unconscious on a rock. Nathan and Gwen could not rouse her and assumed she was dead. Panicky, Nathan pointed out that DNA evidence now existed in the trunk, so they loaded Rosie back in and pushed the vehicle into the lake, assuming that no one would find it. They did not know that Rosie was actually alive. And, of course, they never accounted for Det. Linden's super crime-scene sixth sense.
Sorry, sorry. I'm just punchy after two and half months of having to think too much.
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