I was arrested for being bad with directions, but I didn't incriminate myself.
I know my rights.
A man is murdered in a dessert factory.
The defendant is clearly guilty, but the investigators struggle to find the murder weapon to properly incriminate him. Where could it possibly have been hidden? The lead investigator is at a loss, when one day he suddenly jumps from his desk as it comes to him. “The proof is in the pudding!”