A bombshell plot twist announced by the FBI on Monday, claiming that they had uncovered the identity of the thieves behind an art heist from Boston's Isabella Stewart Gardner Museum two decades ago, has set into motion the sudden denouement to one of the city's most enduring mysteries (the first being what that weird smell is on the Blue Line). The news came 23 years to the day after two men dressed as police officers pulled off one of the most brazen crimes in art history, absconding with 13 works of art, including rare works by Degas, Rembrandt, and Vermeer estimated at a value of over $500 million. Longtime followers of the case, one that has become woven into the city's folklore underbelly, may finally soon have the answers they've been waiting for.

So why does that make me, a Bostonian, a little uneasy?

You may recall that about a year and a half ago another one of the city's dangling plotlines was suddenly wrapped up with the capture of James Whitey Bulger, now on trial for his decades-long crime spree. (It's long been speculated that Bulger may have had information on the Gardner heist). Of course, the apprehension of notorious criminals is something we can all agree is generally a good thing, even in Boston, but it's starting to feel a little like they're wrapping up all the loose ends in the final season of "Boston: The Series" here awful quickly.

Wait, are we being cancelled?

Certainly those aren't the only harbingers of hasty cancellation. This past few months alone we've seen the dramatic, months-long illness of one our main characters, Mayor Thomas Menino, end in an implausibly miraculous recovery. Another fan favorite character, Wes Welker, was just written out of the story after finding work on a more promising series on a different network. We've seen key chapters of our story bookended, with Ben Affleck's return to victory at the Oscars; the Red Sox's return to agony and awfulness; local villain Mitt Romney finally getting his comeuppance; the death of the plucky Boston Phoenix; and an answer to the question of who will carry on the Kennedy family's political dynasty (surprise: it's another Kennedy). That's not to mention all the cameos from minor characters from seasons' long past, of both the beloved stripe, like Jonathan Richman with that bizarre standalone state song episode, and the mercifully forgotten.

(The Funky Bunch? Were there actually any viewers clamoring for that? That's what makes me so nervous here. They're bringing everyone back around for one final curtain call.)

Maybe it's a good thing. Admittedly, after a few strong first seasons, including a pretty epic debut with that whole invention of American democracy thing on up through the Hub of the Universe arcs, then skipping ahead to the Brady/Damon years, Boston has started getting a little overexposed, spinning its wheels, and dragging the story out long past its natural conclusion point. It's taken a lot of flack from critics in recent months as well. The A.V. Club recappers have started giving Boston a string of B-pluses lately. That's basically a death knell.

All I want to know now is what happens when it's all finally wrapped up? Will I blink out of existence? How will we perform on Netflix? Will my daddy issues ever end up getting resolved in some sort of heavy-handed allegory?

Hold on a minute. Did Dennis Lehane ever end up finding his missing dog? Christ, I hope not. Wait, that didn't sound right, but you know what I mean. It's just that, in cities, much like in TV shows, and romantic relationships for that matter, once all of the mysteries are solved, there's really nowhere else left for things to go.

Either way, I suppose it can't be all that bad. We're a scrappy city with a fervent fanbase. A cult favorite (if only in our own eyes). Maybe after a few years of sitting on the shelf someone can get a Kickstarter going to launch one more season or a movie. No series ever really gets canceled anymore, it's all just varying states of suspended animation. So there's hope yet.

But I swear, if some new evidence in the Chappaquiddick incident surfaces this week, I am packing my bags and moving to Providence.

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