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AT some point in "Detective Dotson", Dotson encounters a narrative dead-end in the mystery he is trying to solve.

- Anusha Ganapathi

AT some point in "Detective Dotson", Dotson encounters a narrative dead-end in the mystery he is trying to solve. He is trying to find out why a girl in a red saree tried to jump into a well. The one person who can help him with the answers is Mrs Sharma. She can always be found at the town's ladies club. But how can Dotson, a man, get into the ladies club which has a hounding security guard? He does this by employing one of his only skills—the art of disguise, something he probably picked up from his days of trying to make it in Bollywood. He dresses up as a woman, fools the guard, and enters the ladies club. The women there love to gossip, and all the answers he ever needed are handed over to him on a platter. For some reason, this particular mystery stuck with me. Something about it just rubbed me the wrong way and I can't put my finger on what exactly that was. Was it that, as a person who loves a good puzzle, I felt undercut by how easily the mystery was solved? That all I had to do was to enter the ladies club and have the answers just given to me?