A week later I’m still recovering from the season finale of True Detective. If you haven’t watched the smash hit set in the stunning Louisianan landscape, never fear, I won’t spoil the mystery for you. Let’s just say that it takes you places that JB Fletcher never did. Even in that episode when she went to New Orleans. Which was probably written just so they could have black people on the show. Because Cabot Cove, Maine wasn’t known for its racial diversity. But they did have lobsters. And an incredibly high murder rate.
Luckily for you, housewives, I happen to have the inside scoop on the second season of True Detective. You’re not going to believe what’s going to happen. SPOILER ALERT! The gay mafia has given me the goods.
Season 2 of True Detective takes us between the worlds of the city of Philadelphia and the Amish country of Lancaster County, Pennsylvania. An Amish widow and her son are in Philadelphia traveling by train to visit a relative. While in the train station washroom, the young son witnesses a murder. The ruggedly handsome cop assigned to the case questions the boy, who identifies the murderer’s picture in the newspaper. It’s a corrupt narcotics officer. Stuff happens, and handsome cop is wounded, but he manages to deliver the boy and his mother to their Amish community in Lancaster County. However, handsome cop’s wounds overcome him, and he needs to be nursed by the Amish family . One thing leads to another, and it turns out that the Amish widow is a lesbian.