Ookay, Season 2 is coming to an end, so let's summarize this circus:
The good pathologist gets a threatening call from a presumably dead very, very bad guy. His young assistant dies after he calls his boss saying he found an important clue. One of the very, very bad guy's cell mates admit he shot the good pathologist and then dies in custody. The very, very bad guy's drug dealing accomplice dies in a house fire. The good pathologist's daughter gets attacked by the very, very bad guy. Her boyfriend suddenly runs out into the street and is hit by a moped. The good pathologist himself gets BURIED ALIVE by the very, very bad guy. Yet the police keeps insisting that ALL THAT is just a coincidence. Moreover, they keep insisting it's all the good pathologists fault, because he is a psycho, a junkie and whatnot.
What was it, my dear writers? Did Brisbane police found a joint in your sock in 1972? Did they FAIL to find your stolen Prius? Did they overfine your caravan for speeding in the Outback? What was it that requires THIS much revenge? Maybe it's time to stop grinding that axe? And maybe it's time to find new writers?