“I love a good soap whodunnit” In the whole crazy world of soap, what is better than a big, juicy ‘whodunnit?’ storyline? (Well, other than anything involving Liz McDonald and two bottles of Lambrusco.) I love a good ‘whodunnit?’, although on one condition – and it’s absolutely non-negotiable.
My only rule is that the killer has to be one of the suspects offered up by the soap right at the start of the mystery. So, if they take a fancy photograph of all the possible cuprits lined up against a wall – or sat in a church, say – then my only demand is that, when the story is told, the guilty party will be someone in that photograph. Breaking this rule is why the reveal of Lucy Beale’s killer…
