[ WP ] You are watching a popular tv show season finale . The truth about a killers identity in the show is glaringly obvious . Yet not a single other person you know sees it coming but you . And it 's starting to disturb you why .

“ It ’ s obviously the janitor ”, I said absent-mindedly as the show ’ s title sequence faded out. “ This is just gon na ’ be an hour long exposition as to why. ” 
 
 My friends all shushed me and leaned in closer, spilling some of the popcorn from their bowl. Sitting on the floor in front of the couch, a blanket wrapped around my legs and my back against the couch, I felt the piece fall into my hair and worked to get it out. 
 
 “ Would you quit fidgeting? ” Marie jokingly half-shouted. She liked to crack jokes that were no-so-secretly things she actually wanted to say. 
 
 “ Sorry. ” 
 
 I leaned back against the couch and slid the piece of popcorn underneath it, hoping that I would forget about it and not feel guilt compelling me to pick it up later. I zoned back into the show. It was this half-minded crime procedural about a group of detectives who could transform into animals. Not bad as far as premises go, but the execution was flawlessly awful. I literally had to laugh out loud at points. But my friends loved it. 
 
 “ How could it be anyone but the janitor? ” 
 
 “ Shh! ” 
 
 I was starting to think my friends were half-wits. The janitor is the only one who had any motivation to kill Jennifer! She didn ’ t feed his fish while he was on vacation, and he got pissed. Hell I almost forgot to feed Marie ’ s fish while she was gone, and even then she practically got a weed-whacker out on me! 
 
 “ I bet anyone here fifty bucks it ’ s the janit- “ 
 
 A pillow hit my square in the mouth before I could finish. Everyone laughed, myself included. Honestly, though, it had to be the janitor. Every time he sees Jennifer ’ s husband he gets that little twinkle in his eye Marie gets when she sees Stacey from next door ( who ’ s house we teepee ’ d last summer ). That little “ if only you knew what I did ” twinkle. I wonder what other things her eyes twinkle at? 
 
 In fact I was beginning to wonder why I was so sure it was the janitor. Not that I all of a sudden thought it wasn ’ t it absolutely was, but I was wondering how I knew. Was it the funny way he looks at his mop bucket, like he might drown someone in it? ( Marie almost drowned in a pool once ). Or was it the little smile he gets when he hears someone talk about the murder? ( She always laughs when they bring it up. “ Murdered by a weed-whacker? ” she ’ ll say, “ Priceless! ” ). Maybe it was just how he acted around Jennifer before she was killed, kind of shifty, sort of on edge, kind of like Marie acts around me when we ’ re alone. 
 
 I suddenly looked up to see Marie watching me instead of the television. She smiled. I glanced at the TV and noticed that the credits were rolling. Had it been that long already? 
 
 “ Wait, I zoned out. ” I said. “ Who was the killer? ” 
 
 Marie never took her eyes off me. “ It was the janitor. ” She said. “ You were right. ”
