Sounds like someone at
Basket Case owes someone else some royalties. ;-)
Honestly, wasn't super thrilled overall. The science of the reveal was egregious even fifty years ago, and the detective's ability to connect the dots was extreme to the point of absurdity; if he'd been following the guy for other reasons and noticed how these gruesome suicides happened around him, it would have made sense, but connecting completely unrelated people dying in different ways for apparently no unifying reason and then noticing this guy's presence afterward strained my suspension of disbelief more even than "why not just get the boy an iron supplement?" The story tries to make hay from how shocking the deaths are, but this is ostensibly set in a large city, where someone is actively murdered in a horrific fashion on a daily basis, not in a small town where even two accidental deaths in a month would be news-making.
I couldn't even just relax into the silliness for narrative's sake because the detective was a gross old asshole who insisted on inserting his opinions about women and gays into his description of events.
Sorry. This one's a hard miss for me.
The narration was indeed very good, though.