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Hello, Premeditated podcast listeners.

Have you ever heard of Joe Kelsey?

That was the name given
to a European immigrant

after World War II.

Joe spoke no English, had
no family and no friends,

but in 1950, he landed a job
in a Poughkeepsie factory,

where a watchman was
killed in a robbery.

Joe confessed to the murder.

He was executed in the electric chair,

leaving behind zero
trace of his existence

except for one box of evidence.

I tracked that box through federal,

state and local warehouses,

till it ended up in government storage

near Horseshoe Bay, Maine,

where as fate would have it,

a listener of this Premeditated pod

with municipal connections has promised

to deliver me that box.

In exchange, I'll be
telling this young woman

everything I've ever unearthed
about the Frozen Hearts Killer,

who... as I have frequently predicted...

recently resurfaced.

It's all going down live at DetectiveCon

in Portland, Maine.

Featuring yours truly, Laci McAllister.

So mash that button or
just come and find me.

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I am so glad we're going
on this road trip.

You're fired up for DetectiveCon?

Personally,

I am not looking forward to a bunch of

cosplaying Sherlock Holmeses pointing

their magnifying glasses at me.

But if we want to catch
the Frozen Hearts Killer,

this is a trade we have to make.

Didn't I recently see you
giving a press conference?

I mean, what's the point of all this PR

if you can't bask in the
adulation of your people?

The only people that I have
are from Horseshoe Bay.

Not to, you know, dampen

your shocking enthusiasm
you have for DetectiveCon.

Nah. DetectiveCon can bite
the entirety of my butt.

I'm just stoked to go anywhere
where I don't have

to think about having
Odette's spirit trapped

in my subconscious,

or anywhere where Nick
isn't stressing me out.

- Everything okay?
- No, everything's fine.

Just sometimes the best way
to support someone you love

is to give them the space
to do their thing,

with their endless last-minute

youth center-opening to-do lists.

Woo-hoo, DetectiveCon.

♪ Hey! ♪

♪ Ooh-ooh, hey, ooh-ooh-ooh. ♪

What do you think Laci McAllister thinks

she's gonna find in here?

Joe Kelsey's crime and
execution is a closed case.

Not our problem.

It's just our ticket to
getting her to tell us

the Frozen Hearts Killer's
identity confidentially,

without podcasting about it,

which could send the killer into hiding.

If she has all this information,

why hasn't she gone to the police?

She tried.

Turns out, when you
keep claiming to solve

another unsolvable crime
without actually solving it,

law enforcement stops trusting you.

I don't think the podcast lady
wants you poking through that.

It's just that the tape is...

the tape is alr... is already loose.

They ditched us.

We-We've been ditched.

They did not ditch us.

Your fiancée yelled, "Winter of George",

and then jumped into the backseat

with her feet out the window.

Yeah, 'cause George and I both realized

I was stressing her out,
and it'd be better

if I just took this down the
homestretch without her.

And Nancy probably assumed you
had your own stuff going on.

Yeah, well, that's not accurate.

Are you sure you haven't
seen my youth center list?

It was on a, uh, a yellow legal pad

and had things on it like,
uh, delivery details

and contact info for my new STEM hire.

It did not have "waste morning

- looking for the list" on it.
- Okay. Easy.

You know what, I'm starting to
understand George's motivation.

I'm supposed to open tomorrow, Bess.

I can't mess this up.

There are kids who need
me not to mess this up.

Why didn't I take a picture
of it on my phone?

Or you could've just
written it on your phone.

Um, have you check yesterday's jeans?

That's it. Yesterday's jeans.

Look at us.

Oh, no, wait, wait, wait.

Do-do you want me to come
with you to the youth center?

Oh, thanks, but no. I'm-I'm in the zone,

and I got my new staff member
coming over to help me.

And so I'll just leave
you to your, um, uh...

uh, yourself.

Yeah, I've got my own
things to do, so...

The lid is really on there.

Yeah, 70 years' worth of people

with the good sense not to mess with it.

You know, it's not too late to leave it

the heck alone.

Ooh, ah.

And you don't. You never do.

Look at those boots.

These are all of Joe
Kelsey's possessions.

Okay, that is moderately cool.

Can I see that watch?

"Vos-tok".

- Vostok?
- Huh?

Soviet.

My zadie has one his father gave him.

No way.

I think it's still ticking.

Built 'em different back then.

Is that dried blood?

Yeah, I think it's the murder weapon.

Let's see.

It's a police report.

Uh, and the original coroner's notes.

"Blunt force trauma to the
right side of the skull.

Angle of impact indicates a
downward attack from the rear".

Huh. Seems like somebody

who worked at the same
factory as Joe Kelsey

tried to clear him.

But by then,

the police already had
his full confession.

You guys smell something?

Electrical spark?

- The heat is off.
- What does this do?

No.

Florence's panel looks all right.
What, is it outside?

Uh, no.

Ooh.

That's weird.

Florence, your slip is showing.

Ooh, we're losing power now.

Hold on, I'm gonna take the next exit.

Hold on.

Um, something's burning, you guys.

Something wrong with the wiring?

- Oh!
- Oh, my God!

Come on, Florence.

What the hell was that?

I told you not to open that box.

Okay, what just happened tells us

that the items in the box are haunted.

By the ghost of a cold-blooded murderer

who was executed by the electric chair.

Or maybe he burned to death?

Electrocution can result
in burns like that.

I saw it happen to Josh Dodd.

I'm sure it was a horrible way to die,

but why does the ghost want
to take it out on Florence?

I've only got like half a bar.

We're gonna have to go up there.

Inside the nightmare factory?

How come you never take a vote?

Sorry, girl. We'll be right back.

No!

We're locked in.

Locked in? Are you kidding me?

Joe Kelsey's things went everywhere.

We should put the stuff back in the box.

There's more stuff up here.

How far did these things go?

Where did that coaster come from?

Well, if it isn't "glampy".

If it isn't my most tedious
coffee date ever.

You stalk much?

I told you I wasn't interested.

And you're trailing mud on my rugs.

I did not come in here looking for you.

I'm looking for historical documentation

about former Passamaquoddy
land in Horseshoe Bay,

specifically for this address.

Well, as a matter of fact,

you are looking for me.

In the absence of the woman
who's normally in charge here,

I have recently began an internship

as a historical intern.

Great.

Suppose you absolutely
need the electric kettle

to brew a cup of tea.

You know, thermal shock
from overly hot water

can burn sensitive tea leaves.

I'm not one for reading tea leaves,

but maybe try being less sensitive.

If you want to check this out,
I'm gonna need your name.

Abby, was it?

Addy. Soctomah.

Have this back to you by end of day.

And if I'm not here, then I guess

I'll just see you never.

Mm. That would be too soon.

Oh.

Hi, George.

You missed me, right?

You're stuck in a what?

Okay.

Bess is working up a plan of
action for the haunted box,

and then she's gonna come pick us up.

Found Joe Kelsey's watch.

I am guessing that his
ghost did not want us

to look at the evidence in the box.

Us? I assume this is the royal we

from the soon-to-be
queen of DetectiveCon.

But why?

He confessed to the murder.

He was executed for it.

What did his confession say?

Oh, thank you.

"I, Joe Kelsey,

being of sound mind and
informed of my rights,

do hereby waive my right to a trial.

I confess that on the
night of July 17, 1950

in Poughkeepsie, New York,

while attempting to take a cash box

from the offices..."

No. I really don't like that sound.

"I struck the night watchman
a blow with my hammer".

So, of course, you follow it.

No one cares about George. Whatever.

Here.

Wait, hold on.

That's his hammer.

Whoa.

- Oh, watch out!
- He's not aiming at us.

Where are we?

Joe Kelsey's ghost is

restaging the crime?

What is he saying?

Nachtmensch.

- Nightman.
- Is that German?

I think it's Yiddish.

Look out!

- Oh, my God!
- Nancy.

Help me!

- Come on.
- I got you.

Dude, I didn't know you spoke Yiddish.

I don't.

My grandparents did.

I only remember a couple
words here and there.

Something about that
reenactment didn't make sense.

Just one thing?

Joe Kelsey was left-handed.

Or his ghost was at least.

He swung with his left hand.

And?

And...

the coroner's report indicates

that the killer swung
with his right hand.

A downward blow from behind

to the right side of the skull
would be consistent

with a right-handed attack.

Maybe it was left-handed

and just kept hitting the same spot?

It wouldn't match the
blood spatter on the wall.

So, what the ghost showed us

matches his confession,

- but it's not what actually happened?
- Right.

The evidence can't lie.

But a-a ghost can.

Maybe he wants us to believe

that he was the murderer.

Uh, we already think that.

Right, the world did.

Based on, what, a confession

that could have easily been
falsified and written

by cops who spoke fluent
English, unlike Joe.

So, they executed an innocent man.

Yeah.

But that's not why he's upset.

He's upset about the lie being exposed

by people looking too
deep into the evidence.

That's why he's trying to
keep it all locked up here.

I mean, but why would
a ghost work so hard

to convince us that
he's guilty if he's not?

I don't know. That's the question.

Hey.

The matchbook from
Joe's personal effects.

Imagine living your whole life,

and this is all you leave on the planet

to show you were ever here.

Ooh, I sure hope that's Bess

with something useful.

All right, what you got?

So, I found an account in Hannah's files

about a curio shop that was
selling estate sale heirlooms

by a ghost who still
wanted to possess them.

So the shopkeeper burned them
all and the spirit moved on.

Sweet. Bess says burn it all.

You're on speaker.

Um, that-that's gonna
cause big problems,

because I promised the evidence to Laci.

But the ghost doesn't want
the evidence examined.

I mean, does Laci even
know what's in the box?

Okay. That is a good point.

It's a mystery box.

So if she opens it, anything
that looks 1950s-like,

it should still feel legit.

Exactly.

And there's plenty
of vintage decorations

at the Historical Society
that could fit the bill.

I mean, it's misleading
and not very honest.

Eh...

But in the debate
between what Laci wants

versus what the ghost wants,

I think we should prioritize
the lives we can save

by catching the Frozen Hearts Killer

- as quickly as possible.
- Agreed.

All right, bring the
fake evidence, Bess.

Where would we be without you?

Mm, broken down, trapped in a factory

and haunted, I imagine.

Ciao.

Ted.

Uh, is Nick about?

He's trying to fix the Wi-Fi.

Okay.

Okay, Ted, give it another shot.

Hey.

Wi-Fi.

Okay, good.

Now you can get your homework done, huh?

Jesse says you haven't been
turning in assignments?

That's not like you. What's going on?

Nothing. I'm fine.

Found my list.

Almost done. What's up?

It's not as bad as it sounds.

Oh, that's a comforting preamble.

Okay, but Nancy, uh, George
and Ace are trapped

in an abandoned factory

by a ghost who only speaks Yiddish.

Okay. So, what do they need?

Antiques, which I can give them.

And a ride that you can give me.

- Okay. Okay.
- Yeah.

Uh, Jesse's putting
together bookshelves,

so let me see if my new STEM counselor

can-can watch things here.

- She's a godsend.
- Okay.

Uh, Addy?

No.

I talked to my contact at
the state recorder's office.

These documents should
get us the plaque.

Oh, uh, oh, this place was
built on unceded lands

that belong to the Passamaquoddy.

So, we're gonna get a plaque
out front to commemorate.

So, she works here?

Yeah.

- Huh.
- Yeah, you two, uh...

you know each other?

Hmm. Oh, you know, we should go.

Our friends really need us, so...

Yeah. Addy, can you hold it
down here for a few hours?

Oh, yeah. Sure thing.

Guess we'll be seeing more
of each other after all.

Hmm.

Come on, Nick. Let's go.

Joe Kelsey,

we have heard you.

Your secret is safe with us.

We will not tell your story.
No one will ever know.

This we promise.

Okay. Are we sure that
we found everything?

Yeah.

There's nothing left of him.

Thank you, Joe.

Feels normal.

All right.

We back in business.

Okay.

I will text Nick and Bess
to tell them to meet us

at the convention site.

What was the name again?

Nancy Drew.

Feel like you would've been bigger here.

I guess my legend's purely coastal.

Great costume.

Hey.

- Oh, here.
- Yeah.

- Hi. I am so sorry to pull you away.
- Hey.

I know you have so much
on your plate right now.

I got it all under control.
My new hire's on it.

The kids are plugged in.

I got time to have some fun.

- Really?
- Yeah.

Aw, 'cause I didn't need
to be away from you.

Let's have fun.

At DetectiveCon.

Hmm.

Ah, it was under "Drew Nancy".

Here are your passes for
the floor, your lanyards,

and your clue sheet.

This year's incognito nemesis is

diabolical social worker.

If you solve the mystery and
track down your nemesis,

you win a gift card to
Bread Herring Fish & Chips.

- Cute.
- Cool.

Hey, um, so...

as requested. Did you burn everything?

Yes.

Good plan, Bess. It worked.

Hey, but you kept the box

and-and this gross old tape?

Joe Kelsey's ghost opened
the door and let us out.

So maybe he didn't care
about the wrapping?

Yeah, but you didn't burn everything.

We need to get rid of this tape, too.

We need to make this box look
like Nancy never messed with it.

It just has to be good
enough to fool Laci

so she gives me her
Frozen Hearts Killer info.

Very nice.

DetectiveCon, here we come.

You all right?

Beg your pardon?

My head is burning.

What is happening with you right now?

They said Laci should be
in the mainstage area.

Okay, let's try not to get... separated.

What?

What the hell is that?

Hey, why does that look exactly

like your Claw uniform?

You totally nailed her.

I nailed who?

You know what would
round it out is a nametag.

Oh, my...

- What... Are you...
- Oh,

so George of you to pretend
you don't know.

We're the Fan Fans.

Fans of George Fan. We also sell

officially licensed crowbars.

Huh.

"Purchase your own George Fan

official merchandise".

You know, a tribute to
the anonymously-penned,

epic legend of George
Fan the ghost detective.

She gruesomely died, then
returned from the dead

to solve supernatural mysteries

with her plucky sidekick, Nancy Drew.

Oh. Plucky.

Okay, how-how did all of this happen?

Wait.

You really aren't a fan?

No, girl. I am the Fan!

Who-who is writing about me?

Where can I find these stories?

Uh, well, online.

I am really glad I made this trip.

Have some of this.

Feels like an electrical
storm in my brain.

Well, the Con can be very overwhelming.

Plus, you owe me four
dollars for that water.

Hey.

Nearly got a smile out of you.

Nick says that I was imagining things,

but when you didn't invite
me to this adventure,

I thought that you were leaving
me behind on purpose.

I guess I was feeling a
little bit mothered by you.

So, I was right.

Wait. Mothered?

Ace, you needed it.

Letting Mr. Bobbsey worm
his way into your life.

I kicked him out of my car.

That doesn't mean it's over.

People like that don't take
no for an answer, trust me.

Okay. Okay, let's just deal
with one problem at a time.

You have to sit down. Now.

I think I made a connection
with Joe Kelsey's ghost.

Maybe because I kept something

from his evidence box.

That is exactly what
I told you not to do.

- I know.
- Okay, whatever it is,

we need to burn it right now.

He's showing me something else.

What? Are you...

Wha...

Okay, your face is on fire

like someone has just sat
you in an electric chair,

and you're randomly speaking in Yiddish.

We need to neutralize
this curse right now.

- Come on.
- No.

I have to see what his
ghost is trying to tell me.

But why?

Joe had numbers on his arm.

Just like my grandfather.

I have to know

why someone who survived the Holocaust

would decide to give up

his own life in America. But...

Ace, come back here, now.

Laci?

Hi, I'm-I'm Nancy Drew.

Oh, my God, um, hi.

You're real.

I think so.

Is that it... the Joe Kelsey evidence?

- I can't believe it.
- Uh,

I know how much you care
about the Joe Kelsey case.

And I know how much you care

about catching the Frozen Hearts Killer.

Right. So, what do you know about him?

Well, I did a show real
early in my podcast

where I proposed that FHK
stopped killing three years ago

because he used argon
as a freezing agent

and accidentally froze
off two of his fingers.

I did a deep dive. I listened
to that episode.

Yeah, but you can't listen
to my voice mails.

A listener called in.
Which was remarkable,

because although I get about
100,000 downloads per pod now,

I had no idea I had
any listeners back then.

And he said he liked
the part when I said

that FHK had a lot of pride.

And that he targeted victims
who he felt slighted him.

You did listen.

The caller thanked me for, quote...

"Getting it right".

- Well, he was claiming to be the killer.
- Exactly.

I profiled the caller, I
sifted through metadata,

and I tracked his digital footprint

to the alias Richard Trott.

The eight-fingered man.
I got that far, too.

Did you get his real name?

Rodric T. Hartt.

- That's Hartt with...
- Two Ts?

It's an anagram. Classic.

He still occasionally leaves
me positive reviews.

He gave me this great write-up

after I spoke at
DetectiveCon '18 in Bangor.

Are you planning to say
all of this on your show?

Are you planning on
letting go of this box?

Thank you.

No. Thank you.

Whoa, okay, can you please not...

No, don't-don't take
a selfie or post that.

No, I'm-I'm not signing autographs.

I'm so sorry, I...

Can someone please tell me who
the online anonymous author is?

But you're so good at solving mysteries.

You should tell us.

- No.
- Hey, I just purchased some of their merch

and their payment app is linked
with one of my contacts.

Uh-oh.

What's uh-oh?

Oh, look, it's-it's
George's plucky sidekick.

George's what?

Fan Fans?

I'll get back to that.

Listen, Laci gave me Trott's
real name and a decent profile.

Sounds like he really loves
hearing himself talked about.

Like a lot of serial killers,

he follows his own
investigation and he...

He's been to DetectiveCon before.

I just saw a lightbulb
go on over her head.

Hey, can you go over there and check in

under the name Rodric T. Hartt?

Yeah. Got it.

So, you're famous here.

Trust me, I did not mean
to steal your thunder.

I am definitely not psyched

about someone telling my story,

and also I hate not knowing
who started this legend.

Rodric T. Hartt has already checked in.

The Frozen Hearts Killer is here.

Hey, gumshoes!

In ten minutes, we'll
be broadcasting live

with Laci McAllister's
Premeditated podcast

on the mainstage.

Do you need a seat?

This isn't my first Con.

I brought these chairs from home.

Thank you, ma'am.

This is helpful.

That's my granddaughter up there.

Oh.

Oh, your trash, Nancy Drew.

Is that Y-O-U-R or apostrophe R-E?

Both. This isn't the real box.

Y-You thought I would buy it?

This is DetectiveCon, bitch,

and I needed the evidence in the box.

What, did you steal it
and keep it for yourself?

- No. I had to burn it.
- What?

If you're trying to solve
the Kelsey case

- before I can...
- No, I'm not.

I just... I got distracted by it

because I thought it might
have something to do

with the Frozen Hearts Killer.

But listen... he's here.

Rodric T. Hartt is in
the crowd somewhere.

He checked in under his real name,

and I'm gonna lure him out.

That's the sound of me blinking.

We both want to catch this guy.

And I need your help.

Please.

Okay, so, what are we looking for?

Uh, suspicious reactions from
the crowd during Laci's podcast.

Someone who's really
interested, agitated,

you know, murder-y.

Ace?

Ace?

He's fine.

It's just some haunting residue
from unwise decisions.

Hey, are you... are you good

to help us look for the
Frozen Hearts Killer?

Yes.

Yes. I can do that.

No, no, no, whoa.

- Sit in the chair.
- Okay.

I'm gonna look here.

I'll cover this.

- You look over there.
- Great.

Over there.

Here, honey. How are you feeling?

Better. Better now.

Here we go, DetectiveCon.

Laci McAllister coming to you live.

Let me hear it.

Please welcome my guest:

Horseshoe Bay's very own
little homegrown detective,

Nancy Drew.

So, tell me

about the profile that you created
for the Frozen Hearts Killer.

Well, FHK

loves to hear himself talked about.

He believes he's destined
to become a legend.

But it's kind of sad, really,

because he's a pathetic joke.

You know why this guy stopped killing?

He froze his own fingers off.

Well, you can't reach legend status

- if every kill costs you a digit.
- Exactly.

And your audience knows
what's really terrifying

about a serial killer.

The hunt.

But there's no care invested

in how he picks his targets,

when he picks his targets.

He-he is impulsive. Stupid, really.

Easily offended and impatient.

His is never gonna be a name
remembered by history.

- Hey!
- In fact,

we should be focusing on

remembering the unfortunate victims,

not immortalizing some loser.

You got me.

Here's your gift card to
Bread Herring Fish & Chips.

You're the incognito nemesis

- from the DetectiveCon game.
- Yeah.

The diabolical social worker.

Are you kidding me?

... who's blocked.

But this guy's method...

freezing the hearts of his victims?

Let's take a moment

to remember the most recent victims.

Matthew Burke.

Dustin Yates.

And that brings us to
a couple of messages

from my sponsors.

Back in five.

I am gonna go get my notes from the car.

And then after the commercial break,

I can go over the crime scene details.

Maybe that'll catch
the killer's attention.

Okay.

What you said about me wasn't true.

Hello, Rodric.

Huh.

And you said you'd never say my name.

Also, you were wrong to call me sloppy.

It's just...

It's-it's not easy.

But I'm...

I'm getting closer.

I'm-I'm getting it right.

You want to be studied.

You want to be known.

You don't really get it.

Maybe someone else will, though.

When they find your heart frozen.

- Richard Trott.
- Rodric Hartt.

We know who you are.

Put your hands up.

What happened to Matthew Burke's heart?

Why did you take it?

What don't I get?

I'm a part of something much bigger.

You'll never understand.

Are you okay?

Yeah, just like we planned.

Hey, you finish your homework?

- What else would I be doing?
- Oh, I don't know...

just checking your Fan Fan
sales on a payment app?

Are you mad?

Ted, how'd you even find out

about all that stuff that happened?

Odette told me. I thought it was cool.

So you were...

proud of me?

I guess.

Well, then...

I guess I'm a Fan Fan, too.

Sign me up.

It's ten dollars to join.

Excuse you?

I was gonna share the money.

Well, okay.

That's a lot of money.
Okay, you know what,

I'm gonna try to encourage
your entrepreneurial spirit.

But no slacking off in school over this

or taking my old hoodies and
selling them without asking.

And you're still grounded.

Do you want me

to limit her Wi-Fi access here?

Mm, no.

She'll just find a workaround,
'cause that's who she is.

And that's fine.

I mean, that's why you're
making this space, right?

So that people can connect
over who they really are.

That's one thing you can
check off your to-do list.

You know, you're the only person

that I've been on a date with

who was disappointed I didn't
want to just get coffee.

Conversation isn't a deterrent
for someone with depth.

You know what I did today

other than make a perfect cup of tea?

- Hmm.
- I helped my friends deal

with paranormal mishaps.
I solved a case.

I caught a serial killer

and I wrangled a haunted spirit.

My life is swirling

with weirdness that occasionally

I like to go for a spot
of word-free physicality.

Okay?

♪ Maybe I'm addicted to the fight... ♪

I totally would have banged you,

if I'd known you were interesting.

♪ So darkness turns to daylight ♪

Can't believe she caught
an actual serial killer.

Well, it wasn't my plan. It was, uh...

Uh, look, everyone, sorry.

I need to get my Grandma home.

What is this?

Bluebird Motor Hotel?

How did you get this matchbook?

I kept one last item from
Joe Kelsey's evidence box.

H-How do you know about Joe?

Uh, Grandma,

I, um, tried to get the box

of his personal effects.

I'm sorry.

I didn't just want
the box for a podcast.

It was for her.

You knew him?

We worked together.

Somebody who worked in

the same factory as Joe Kelsey

tried to clear him, but by then,

the police already had
his full confession.

You knew he was innocent.

Those were Joe's words.

Do you know what they mean?

"I'll never leave you, sweetheart".

I couldn't understand
most of what Joe said,

but that's what he'd whisper to me

when it was time for us
to leave each other.

Bluebird Motor Hotel
was where we'd meet.

We'd arrive separately so
no one would see us together.

It's where he was the
night of the murder.

With me.

This was 1950,

almost 20 years before
Loving v. Virginia

went to the Supreme Court.

If the people in my Grandma's
neighborhood found out

that a white man and a Black
woman were in a relationship,

it would've been her who paid the price.

But you didn't care.

You still tried to alibi him.

I knew he was innocent.

I suspected it was

the other night watchman

who stole the money box

and murdered his colleague,

pinned the crime on Joe.

That same watchman robbed another spot

a few years later and got caught.

Either way, you couldn't help Joe.

He confessed to a crime he didn't commit

rather than see anything happen to you.

He died thinking of you.

Protecting the secret you two had.

It's why his ghost wasn't
able to move on.

I used to go to his grave late at night,

in a black mourning veil, so
no one would recognize me.

Just wish I could let him know,

so his soul can rest.

Grandma.

I'm okay.

His sacrifice

let me live my full life.

He knows now.

You can feel good.

You gave those people some peace,

and you caught a serial killer.

Yeah.

It's just that he s...

said something to me.

I'm a part of something much bigger.

You'll never understand.

Do you ever feel like a mystery
isn't quite solved?

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