Dallas Smash! We Review "Echoes in Death"

So AJ was sick, which meant Tara had to do the heavy lifting, aka talk more than usual (and yes, she noticed, you’re welcome). We dove back into Echoes in Death where the killer is basically auditioning for a Broadway show nobody asked for — costume, props, creepy script and all. Spoiler: it’s less Phantom of the Opera, more Creepy Cousin with Issues.Highlights of our very professional analysis include:Eve once again rolling up to a murder scene in sparkly heels and a gown, while Peabody immediately forgets the corpse and fangirls over the shoes. Priorities, people.HIPAA violations galore! Apparently in the future, patient privacy is just a fun suggestion. Eve’s like, “Sure, catering staff, let me give you Daphne’s entire medical chart while you drop off the soup.”Eve being mistaken for Marlo Dern in an elevator because apparently homicide detectives moonlight as Oscar-nominated actresses now. Poor Eve just wants coffee.Roarke forcing Eve to watch The Avengers, leading to the immortal question: “Is this porn?” (To be fair, Eve isn’t entirely wrong about Thor.)Eve dreaming about Loki and shawarma while trying to solve a case. Honestly, her subconscious deserves its own spin-off.Kyle Knightley, our wannabe thespian murderer, keeping dresses for his sex doll droid. Yes, you heard that right. The man’s got Broadway dreams but chose the horror genre instead.And the big twist: Daphne, long-suffering wife of Dr. Gaslighting McAsshat, actually kills her own abusive husband in self-defense. Cue our standing ovation.Moral of the story: never trust a guy in a devil mask, Peabody will always comment on your shoes, and Roarke will eventually make you watch Marvel movies whether you want to or not.