"Ma'am, how was it you came across this body?"
"I was walking by here."
"Why?"
"That's none of your business." Henrietta said defensively.
"Whatever you say, ma'am." Officer Bumbolie said, writing on his notepad. "What did you say the killer looked like?"
"He was short and fat. He looked exactly like my husband."
"But it wasn't your husband?"
"No. It was his twin brother Wallace."
"Your husband has a twin?"
"I guess so. Though I suspect the man was lying." Henrietta said, plucking out a wedgie.
Officer Bumbolie was struck at this woman's good fortune. Not only was she gorgeous but she was extremely intelligent. Just like ever one of my protagonists are. She was all-loved. Blah, blah, blah. About five more people fall in love with her, only three don't like her and they're suspects.
Okay, I'm going to cut this short because I'm getting sick of my formulas.
Henrietta suspects a tall-muscular bus-driver, a tall-muscular lawyer, and a tall-muscular waiter. She tells the police who quite agree with her. The three men deny their guilt as they are shoved into prison, even though all evidence points to them.
Actually, if you read my book carefully, you will notice that the evidence was not pointing to them at all. In fact, my protagonist was just picking up the clues that the real murderer lay down.
A few weeks later….
"Toddy?" Henrietta whispered into the darkness.
"GOTCHA!" The short, flabby man pinned Henrietta down and laughed manically.
"Kinky." She said.
"No. I am the killer."
"Why?" She began to sob. "I was so sure it was those three very muscular guys!"
"I am a sick, sick man, Henri. Now you must die. But first, a long-winded explanation."
"Oh no, I'll die of boredom." She whined, as Toddy pressed a knife to her throat.
"I told you that I'm a sick man."
"You are."
"Well first…."
"HALT! We have you surrounded!"
"Edward?" Henrietta couldn't believe her ears. Her new lover had come to rescue her.
"Agent Eddie." He marched into their house, thrusting his badge forward. "We know you're the killer now, you're responsible for the deaths of seventeen old ladies and a plane crash."
"A plane crash? No I'm not." Toddy backed off.
"Oh yes you are!"
"No way, when that plane crashed I was killing number seventeen."
"I don't care. You're still going to jail."
So Toddy went to jail.
"This isn't the last of me!"
"Yes it is, you dingaling!" Henrietta said. "Oh God, I'm devastated. I accused three men wrongly. Oh Edward, thank you for saving my life."
"Let's get some ice cream, shall we?"
"Yes."
They got to the ice cream parlor.
"I've never tried this white stuff before." She said, coquettishly.
"It's called vanilla." Edward cooed.
"I think I like vanilla."