sometimes a family isn't a mom, dad, and kid. sometimes it's a lady detective, a deceivingly badass catholic, a butler named mr. butler, two inseparable commie taxi drivers, a ruggedly handsome divorcee, a himbo, a lesbian doctor, a 14 year old kleptomaniac, and aunt prudence
If Miss Fisher's was told from Jack's perspective instead of Phryne's, she would be the most hilarious deus ex machina creature in existence.
Need a piece of evidence? Phryne has it in her pocket!
Need to know about a suspect's finances? Phryne pops by the station with the information!
Need to arrest a guy and don't know where he is? Dot called, and Phryne has disarmed him, is sitting on his head, and waiting for the police to come get him.
As the audience, we see how Phryne gets these things done, but Jack can basically just sit at his desk with the file open and wait for Phryne to randomly hand him all the relevant evidence/information in a convenient narrative order.
Love that Jack Robinson - who clearly has such contempt for 'diplomacy' and the machinations of the upper classes - goes to work one day, meets a random woman in a bathroom, and ends up in the inner circle of not just Phryne Fisher, but also Prudence Stanley, who seems to be one of the most influential people in Melbourne.