I’m embarrassingly easy to convince when it comes to new crime shows. Give me a fresh detective, a serial killer with an elaborate nickname, and a couple of glowing reviews, and I’m already moving things around to slide it into my schedule. Convincing me to watch a network procedural from the ‘90s, though? That’s a tough sell. There are only so many hours in the day, and plenty of old detective thrillers feel… well, old. There are 22 episodes in a season, cases that magically wrap up before the credits roll, and dialogue that sounds like everyone rehearsed it in the mirror a dozen times.

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