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Hey!

Get away from my boat, thief !

- You're not gonna do this.
- This is only the beginning.

Alexx.

Anterior shot to the head.
He was gone before he dropped.

No mystery who the shooter was.

He called it in. Jason Whitley.

Rents a house here.

He said that the victim
was trying to steal his yacht.

Did Mr. Whitley mention this tool bag ?

Yeah, victim had one.

That's why he thought he was a pro.

Why would a pro

bring a padlock to a theft ?

He's dead, isn't he ?

I'm afraid so.
Mr. Whitley, have you

had trouble making
your yacht payments ?

What ?

I-I don't see what that has to do with anything.

Your intruder...

is actually a repo man.

And the repo agents
have to ID themselves.

So you're saying that they didn't come to your house first ?

Yeah, he came. Busted my window,

broke in, took my keys.

Why didn't you call the police ?

He was stealing my yacht.

When I told him to
get off, he shot at me.

He had a gun ?

I'm the victim here.

Eric.

Got something on the ignition key.

It's definitely foreign.
I'll get it to Trace.

Have we located the victim's firearm ?

Oh, I don't know. I searched every inch of this puppy.

Haven't found anything.

Maybe it went in the water.

You know what that means.

I already called the Coast Guard
and told them

to lock up this section of the canal...

till I find it.

Alexx.

Does the repo man have an ID ?

No.

But take a look at this, Horatio.

Wait a second.
This is a writ of entry.

This man... is a revenue officer.

You mean IRS ?

So that makes this a seizure kit

and Mr. Whitley

a liar.

Oh, man, this hurts.

Never been shot before.

Yeah, that's what I wanted to talk to you about.

Turns out that your repo man

is actually an IRS agent.

So?

So...

they're not allowed to carry guns.

What are you trying to say?

Maybe you shot yourself.

Why don't you

test my hands for powder, or whatever it is you do ?

That washes off.

Look, I got the proof right here.

That...

makes two of us.

I heard you've got a bullet for me.

Tax refund.

Hey, Alexx, may I see your magnifier ?

Sure.

There's a pattern imbedded in the lead.

From what ?

Velocity of the bullet makes the lead malleable.

This bullet went through clothing.

I'll do some more digging.

Are those our vic's clothes ?

Yeah.

There's something in the wound track.

Some kind of fabric.

Found a bullet hole in the sleeve.

Our vic's hands were in front of his face.

Well, that puts our victim in a

defensive position.

Unless he was reaching for his gun.

Like the suspect said.

Got ourselves a mystery.

Lieutenant Caine.

Yes.

Melissa Boone, IRS.

You called about Kevin Renfro ?

Yes, I did. I understand
that he worked for you.

Brought his client list.

Your suspect, Jason Whitley, is in it.

He owes $60,000 in back taxes.

$60,000? That's quiet
a big number, isn't it ?

Yeah. He's also a PDT.

A potentially dangerous taxpayer ?

He threatened to kill
Officer Renfro last month

in Saint Augustine.

Hmm, that qualifies, doesn't it ?

Thank you.

Any time.

It's a figure of speech.

But you did shoot and kill him.

Look, he tried to take
my boat down in Augustine.

All right ? I told him

I'd try work out a payment plan until he had a writ.

Until then, "Go to hell."

Then you brought your boat to Miami ?

- Is that it ?
- And you laid in wait.

I didn't recognize him,

all right ?
He looked like a thug.

He was an unarmed man.

God as my witness,

that man tried to kill me.

He had a gun.

I'm telling you, he shot me.

- Found a gun.
- What caliber ?

You tell me.

- What kind of gun is this ?
- It's a key gun.

It's used to make keys on the fly.

Get away from my boat, thief !

Explains the shavings I found.

Later.

Where you going ?

Find Horatio.

- You're not going to wait for me ?
- Well, he wanted our findings ASAP.

Hey, I found those findings.

Nice work, Mr. Wolfe.

I'd like to see
your injury again, please ?

That, Mr. Whitley,
is a close-proximity burn.

What ?

What that means is the weapon
was held against your leg

when it was discharged.
It also means that you did

shoot yourself.

You tried to frame a man
for doing his job.

This is only the beginning.

I've got this key gun,

and I can make a key
to everything you own

and seize it.

He was taking my life,

piece

by piece.

Jason...

you should have just
paid your taxes.

Yes, Frank.

Take him in.

Two bullets to the chest.

Our victim is Revenue Officer Simon Bremmer.

That's two in one day, Frank.

IRS agent.

That's correct.

Think there's any connection ?

It's tax season.

There's a lot of blood.

Two holes in the
chest'll do that to you.

ME said one of 'em was a through-and-through.

Come here and look at this.

That's half a blood drop.

He can't physically have half a blood drop.

- Defies the laws of gravity.
- Something was taken from here.

Whatever it is...

might be a motive.

Could be incidental.
Crime isn't always predictable.

Good thing blood is.

Did you find a blood trail ?

Directionality indicates that the victim

was moving toward the car.

So he was shot away from the car.

Someone pulled off the road.

I've got some casings.

What caliber?

Nine-mil.

What about the tire tracks? Do you think we're going to be able to ID 'em ?

Well, talk to Delko.
He's the tire expert.

Delko.

Right. Sure.
I'll do that. Thanks.

Tire treads from the
second IRS shooting?

Yup.

You know that's my
specialty, right?

Well, I figured you were busy.

Oh, I've got plenty of
time on my hands, Wolfe,

especially since you closed
the last case without me.

What's the wheelbase?

140 inches.

Wow, that's pretty wide.

Not that many cars
wear 21-inch tires.

With that tread, I'd be looking
for a Rolls-Royce Phantom,

but, uh... that's just me.

IRS vic number two.

Bullets: fragmented.

They pinged around in there.

Hit a rib, the clavicle...

Well, that makes things kind
of difficult, to say the least.

Not with this.

Mees' lines?

Simon says he was
being poisoned.

A heavy metal.

Maybe whoever was poisoning
got impatient and shot him?

Well, now, honey,
you're the investigator.

I'll start at his office.

Thanks, Alexx.

Internal Revenue Service.
Please hold.

This is Simon's office.

Thank you.

Can you think of anyone who
might've especially hated Simon?

We're tax collectors.
Everyone hates us.

Extension 32, if you
guys need anything.

This guy was being poisoned.

I'm not putting my mouth
anywhere near that phone.

All right, I'll bag, you tag.

Anything that Simon's lips
or hands might've touched.

Calleigh, come here
and look at this.

Simon's got a wall of fame.

He was proud of his hate mail.

Tax collectors
are the barnacles

under the parasites

under the snake.

May you live on the street,

no shoes for your feet.

That's poetic.

Ouch. Take a look at this one.

"There should be a
medal for killing you."

"Sincerely, Russell Edge."

Let's see his list of PDTs.

Simon confiscated two
houses from this guy.

He was hunting for
Mr. Edge's Rolls-Royce.

That's the same car
as the crime scene.

I'm going to call Tripp and
see if Russell owns a nine-mil.

Why do you want my gun?

The IRS agent in charge of
your case was shot this morning,

Mr. Edge, with a nine-mil.

Well, I don't
know where it is.

Probably disappeared
with your Rolls-Royce,

along with the
rest of your stuff.

Three 50-inch
flat-screens,

a Schnabel,

a purebred Arabian
racehorse...

My ex-wife is a little
bloodthirsty, so I...

I pared down
before the divorce.

"Pared down"?

Says here no record
of items sold.

I'm not much for
keeping receipts.

The IRS can't seize
assets they can't find.

Is that it, Mr. Edge?

I'm sorry. I'm afraid
I can't help you.

We find out you killed
a federal officer,

you won't be able
to hide from us.

Again... I'm
sorry I can't help.

I'll bet your ex-wife will.

Been there, done that.

"Hell hath no
fury," huh, Russell?

She's a liar.

Yeah, well, they all
are after we divorce 'em.

Thanks for coming, Mrs. Edge.

Um, Molly.

So, what did Russell do now?

Well, your ex-husband
owns a nine-millimeter gun

that we can't seem to locate.

You haven't seen it by
any chance, have you?

No.

This isn't about
taxes, isn't it?

No. His case officer was
shot and killed this morning.

Any, uh... any thoughts on his missing
assets would be a big help to us.

I went to pick up my stuff

after the divorce was final,

but the place was empty.

Yeah, he pared
down, didn't he?

Detective...

Russell is not a nice man...

but he's smart.

And if he knew that I had copies
of his old business files...

We've got forensic
accountants here.

Why don't you bring
those files in?

Maybe we'll both
benefit from them.

Okay.

Thank you, Mrs. Edge.

Simon's tox report came back.

Our heavy metal's thallium.

I know. Alexx told me.

You were going
to call me, right?

About the tox report?

Of course.

We always include each other.

Delko told you.

Yes. The lab is
like high school.

Word spreads fast.

So, this is everything we
collected from Simon's office?

Yeah, I got some
gold metallo-cryptand,

and it should bind with
thallium and glow under UV light.

You want to spray?

Should I apologize?

Only if you think you have
something to apologize for.

His stapler...

his shredder...

his coffee cup.

His entire cubicle was poisoned.

They didn't dose one thing.
They dosed everything.

They'd have to count on
hand-to-mouth contact.

That's not the most efficient
way to poison somebody.

But it would prolong the agony.

Poison gets in, binds
with proteins in the blood

and deposits itself in
the organs, hair, nails.

We got one determined killer.

Who had a lot of access
to Simon's office.

Is this garbage duty?

IRS guys write
everything down.

I figured you could go
through Simon's shredder.

You could, uh, find
a lead in there.

'Cause you said you had time.

So, you include me now?

You know what, Delko?

You were still in the water.

Should've given me a hand.

Horatio needed what
we had right away.

Look, do you want in or not?

Beat it.

I got work to do.

Somebody shredded a
check for five grand

dated two days ago.

Not even endorsed yet.

It's definitely
not our IRS guy.

Collecting money's
the whole point.

Well, I got a print
from the check.

I'm running it now.

Here we go.

Take a look at our suspect.

It's gender-consistent.

Poisonings usually
are done by women.

You destroyed a check Simon
collected from another taxpayer.

I'm competitive.

I admit it.

I don't know the ins
and outs of the IRS,

but I would imagine that it's against
some federal regulation to, uh,

shred another
agent's collection.

I trained Simon,

and he was already
outpacing me on 53s.

That's cases closed.

Yeah.

So, you poisoned him,

and figured he'd be
out a few sick days,

and you'd catch
up on collection?

I didn't poison him.

I snooped his office,
tore up a few checks.

He'd get them
reissued, no big deal.

Let me see your hands.

What are those lines�?

Exposure to thallium.

Oh, my God.

You spent a lot of time snooping
around Simon's office.

Am I going to die�?

No. The damage is reversible.

But I'd think twice the next time you
want to camp out in someone's office.

Have you got anything�?

IRS lady's not our black widow.

Well, I might have something.

I looked closer at the poison.
It's thallium phosphate.

An insecticide�?

Nasty stuff.

Only the pros use it.

I'd bet one of Simon's PDTs owns

a pest control company.

Actually, a nursery.

Carl Dawson. It's on Windmere Avenue and
he's into the IRS for almost a million dollars.

Murder's one way to get out of paying.

I'll find Horatio, make a surprise visit.

Nobody answered when I phoned.

IRS may have been responsible for that.

This place was seized yesterday.

"Contents will be sold at..."

You hear that�?

I did hear that. Officer, please...

the bolt cutters.

Sir�?

Sir, hold it right there.

- It's okay. It's my place.
- Not anymore.

It's the property of the IRS.

Step forward, sir, please. And you, son,
come here. Son, you, come here, right here.

Right over here, right next to me.

Sir, put that down, please.

Okay, Frank.

Hey. Hey, let him go.

- Son...
- Seth, stay back.

- Dad, this is our place.
- Listen to me�: stay back.

Please, not in front of my sons.

Frank...

no bracelets.

Dad, what's going on�?

Ready, gentlemen�?

Let's go. Come on.

If you're expecting to see remorse over
Simon Bremmer, you got the wrong guy.

In my opinion, Mr. Dawson,
that makes you...

the right guy.

And so

does this insecticide.

It was found all over Mr. Bremmer's office.

Any commercial user can get a hold of that.

But not "anyone" can be on his PDT list, though,

can they�?

This whole thing is a mistake.

You mean killing Mr. Bremmer,
or not paying taxes on $3 million�?

Try $30,000.

A two-decimal-point error.

The IRS listed my wife's life insurance wrong.

Did you show him your policy�?

"The IRS doesn't make mistakes."

I threw him out of my house.

Tax court would've been easier.

Yeah, I tried that,

but every day I waited meant
more interest. I finally gave up.

They took my house away.

As long as I delivered my payments
on time, I could keep the business.

Obviously, you didn't pay up.

No, see, that's just the thing.

I was never late. I just delivered a payment. He took my business anyway.

Now, that sounds like motive.

Look, you just said
I was on the PDT list.

I wasn't allowed to go
anywhere near Simon's office.

Mr. Dawson, is that your payment�?

Yeah, looks like it.
What happened to it�?

How did you send the checks�?

Checks went by mail.

See, here's the problem.

I don't see a postmark or
a stamp on there, Mr. Dawson.

Excuse me. Frank.

You guys all right�?

Okay, gentlemen, I'm going to ask
you a question, and I want the truth.

Did your dad send you
to Simon's with the poison�?

No.

Seth, I cannot help you
if you won't let me.

Yeah, that's what the IRS guy said.

We ended up living in a car.

Don't tell him.

He doesn't know.

Seth, he's figured it out,
and he's trying to protect you.

I was just trying to help,

you know�?

Fix things.

My dad, he's not doing too good.

Not since my mom died.

Okay, and you believed that his problem
would go away if the IRS agent did, right�?

I knew the bug juice was harsh.

And when we went to deliver
the checks, Simon made it so easy.

Get you a soda, something to eat�?

Sure.

I guess he felt sorry for me.

So, I let him.

So, it wasn't going fast enough.

What�?

- What do you mean�?
- You shot him,

didn't you�?

No.

But you know where
your dad keeps his gun,

don't you�?

Hey, Ian, are you the accountant
on the IRS shooting�?

Uh, yeah.

I went through Russell Edge's business records the ex-wife handed over.

I was, uh, just going to burn you a disc.

I tracked down all his real estate.

Oh, good. So, you found out
where he's hidden all his assets.

I thought so.

He, uh, bought a slew of
warehouses in Overtown, but

they were already seized by the IRS.

- What about that one�?
- Oh, that doesn't belong to Russell.

- Are you sure�?
- It's owned by a "Goldie Chariot."

Only a PO box listed.

I don't think that sounds like a real name.

That's what I thought. So,

I checked out all of Russell's relatives,
known associates. Nothing.

What about pets�? You know how sneaky people are when they're hiding from the IRS.

Yeah, but I don't have a list.

He did own

a racehorse.

"Golden Chariot."

Looks like Goldie is dead.

He's got it listed as a loss.

His loss is our gain.

Thanks, Ian.

Thank you.

Think the IRS gives finder fees�?

You wish.

There's no Rolls,

but it sure looks like there was
one parked here. Tire treads.

Probably got rid of it.
Could be covered in blood.

All we need is the gun.

Got it.

Nine-mil.

I won't be able to tell if it's been fired
until I get back to the lab, but it's...

two shy in the magazine.

So�?

It's my nine-mil. It's been locked
in that warehouse for months.

It was cleaned recently.

I took it out for target practice.

I'm hygienic.

So what�?

All we have to do is match it to the
bullet we found in the victim's body.

- Why don't you make it easier
on yourself�? Tell the truth.

I am.

I didn't kill that IRS guy.

I hope you have a good lawyer.

Hey, Ryan�?

Who you think a jury's
going to side with, hmm�?

Me...

or some tax guy�?

We'll see�!

Ryan, why don't we talk
outside for a second�?

- We can't do a bullet comparison.
- We can't�?

No. The bullet in Simon
fragmented on impact.

Great. So, I was just threatening
him with nonexistent evidence.

Hi, guys.

Not now, okay�?

You aware Al Capone was
brought down by an accountant�?

Are you bragging,
or do you have something�?

I might have found that Rolls-Royce.

A rented parking space.
How did we miss that�?

It was listed as feed storage.
Still looking for the rental contract.

This gave us a nice start. Thank you.

Sure.

I spoke to Security.
It should be open.

I'll look for high-velocity spatter.

Any blood�?

Not yet. Doesn't always
end up where you think.

Exactly. Look at that.

Are those heel marks�?

From a woman's shoe.

Too bad we don't have a heel database.

I don't think we're going to need one.
We're looking for the wrong biological.

Okay, I got semen in the backseat.

Well, with the heel tread on
the ceiling, it stands to reason.

Russell probably got lucky

a million times in the
back of this thing.

This car was at the crime scene.

I'll take those odds.

Biologicals from the backseat.

Simon Bremmer, the IRS guy ?

Russell was with Simon ?

No, his ex-wife was.

How'd you know that ?

Our accountant found
the parking space agent.

Russell didn't rent the space; she did.

- I'm not admitting to anything.
- You don't have to.

We already know what happened.

You found your ex's hiding place,
and you stole the Rolls-Royce.

Okay, look, the divorce
settlement was unfair.

I mean, what was I
supposed to live on ?

So you rented your own space
and hid the Rolls in there.

Yeah, two can play the game.

But Simon Bremmer was
better than both of you.

He caught you with
the Rolls-Royce, didn't he?

Yeah. I didn't have it
more than five minutes.

Hello.

That Rolls suits you.

Simon ?

He wanted me to give up the car.
"Seize it," they call it.

DNA evidence tells us that you...

bargained your way out of it.

The only thing men
want more than toys...

Well, from where I sit,
the problem is

if you had access to Russell's Rolls,
then you also had access to his gun.

Did you kill the tax man ?

Why would I kill Simon ?

To plant the gun, frame your ex,

get rid of two birds with one stone.

I didn't kill Simon.

We both got what we wanted.

So he just let you leave with a
quarter-million-dollar Rolls-Royce ?

Yeah, and he was alive
and very happy.

Look, I got out of there.
The place gave me the creeps.

Why the creep s?

Well, while we were...

in the backseat,

uh, I felt like someone was
watching us from outside the car.

Wait, wait, wait.

Did you hear anything ?

Yeah, you.

Look, unless either one of you
can prove that I pulled the trigger,

I'm leaving.

We'll be in touch.

You think the husband
was watching...

and he shot the IRS guy
out of jealousy?

I don't know.

Is the Rolls still in our garage?

Hey, I got something.

Saliva ?

No, it's textured.

It's all starting to come together.

You're not going to tell me ?

And let you run to Horatio with it ?

Forget about it.

See anything that looks
like a gun, Frank ?

I'm still looking.

Ma'am.

Did you get my message ?

I did.

You got something
off the Rolls.

Some mucus. I think someone
sneezed. I ran it through CODIS.

You get any hits on it ?

No. The only thing I can
tell you is the DNA is male.

I'm working on a warrant to get
a sample from the jealous husband.

- Okay, keep me posted.
- All right.

Horatio.

Yes, sir.

I'm rolling snake eyes on the gun,
but I found a briefcase.

Take a look at this.

That is blood, Frank.

Can't wash blood out of the stitching.

No, you can't. Skip the gun.
We don't need it anymore.

Mr. Dawson,

would you please
take a look at that.

Briefcase is mine.
I run a business.

Is that a fact ?

Well, that makes your initials...

SLB.

What are you getting at, Lieutenant ?

The briefcase belongs
to Simon Bremmer.

It was taken from his car
after he was killed.

You can't prove I was
anywhere near there.

No, I can't, but I can
prove Timothy was.

Expectorant found
on the exterior

of the Rolls-Royce
matches Timothy's DNA.

Hey, wait, wait.

I don't, I don't know, uh,

why or how that was there,

but you should be talking
to the guy who owns the Rolls,

- not harassing my son...
- I was there, too.

Seth, said don't say anything.

Dad, he took away
your company yesterday,

after he promised he wouldn't.

What are you doing here ?

I have a driver's permit.
We followed you.

Seth, please don't talk.

Doesn't matter.

We're busted.

You had your dad's gun ?

It was an accident.

So you shot him.

Got rid of the files, so the IRS
wouldn't know about our dad.

Okay. He's covering for me.

He's covering for me.
I shot him.

I killed him.
I did, I was there.

Seth's lying.

Timothy, shut up.

I had the gun.

If you don't give my
dad's business back,

I'm gonna tell
what you did to her.

You little monster.

Timothy, where'd you get Dad's gun ?

He hurt that lady.

He was gonna hurt me and Seth.

It was self-defense.
You heard him.

- Simon was coming at them.
- Mr. Dawson, they killed a man.

Please, they're just kids.

The court will take that into account.

The key to Russell's Rolls-Royce.

I understand that your new job
is to seize his assets.

I'm on probation since
my little shredder incident.

So I hear.

What do you want, Lieutenant ?

Dawson's typo.

Dawson?

Typo or not, he kept accruing
interest he never paid.

A clerical error that you
committed sent his family to hell.

I want you to get out
your Wite-Out and correct it.

Take a walk, Lieutenant.

Miss Boone, does your
supervisor know

that the check you shredded caused
a young man to kill somebody ?

No.

Surprising.

I have your supervisor
on speed-dial.

Do you want to call him ?

Or should I ?

Lieutenant.

Mr. Dawson.

You did this ?

The City of Miami
did this, Mr. Dawson.

Yeah.

Yeah, but what about my boys ?

I think your boys are
going to be fine.

We're gonna get them
through this, aren't we ?

I don't have much faith
in the system anymore.

"By the people, for the people."

You think they even care
about "the people" anymore ?

Some of us do.

Some of us do.