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I did.

Baker 44. Baker 44.

Ain't too bad. We can take care of it.

Roger that.

So did Magda say who found the body?

Anonymous 911 phone.

Oh, great.

Crime scenes are the reason why. My dry
cleaner drives a better car than I do.

Everyone drives a better car than you
do.

I'm Inspector Jelensky. Good morning. I
was told to come down here and lend you

a hand if I can.

Inspector Bassett, Inspector Washington.
How do you do?

So I understand you think this overdose
could be related to others in the area

like this?

Yeah, some drug dealer thought it'd be a
great idea to cut his heroin drain

clean. Over here.

Inspector Delancey, this is Inspector
Ramirez.

Hi.

White female, 30.

She's got a bump in the back of her
head. It could be a pre -mortem. The ME

thinks she's been dead about two hours.
Two hours?

And why is her body already in full
rigor? Could be a cadaveric spasm.

It's rare, but sometimes the semblance
of rigor sets in at the moment of death.

Happens in cases of extreme violence or
emotional upset.

I've seen it in the lab before, but
never in the field.

Her face is all smudged up, but her hair
looks pretty clean.

Her fingernails, too. She's even got
polish on them.

A little mud on her shoes.

She's definitely not homeless.

She's got a lot of track marks on her
arm, though. She could be a housewife in

an addiction.

What's that?

Some kind of powder.

No, it's organic, not chemical.

I'll have this tested.

And there's something sticking out of
her pocket.

Thank you.

Please forgive me if you can.

I love you so much. I hope someday
you'll understand what I've done is for

best. Hmm.

Suicide note?

How could anyone pick this as a good
place to die?

I'll be right back.

How could anyone think this would be the
right place to wear that color silk on

high heels?

Well, I've seen it in the lab before,
but never in the field.

She told us that, though. I could
average spasm. That was on the tip of my

tongue. You guys seen her around here
before?

I definitely would have remembered.

Good night.

Yeah. Very.

Well, I don't like her.

Me neither.

Okay.

So, um, when we're finished here, do you
mind if I get a ride back with someone?

Back? To Central Station.

I thought you were with the crime lab.

No. Didn't Captain McCafferty mention
it?

This is my first day. I'm going to be
working with all of you.

And I was so eager to get started that
Captain McCaffrey told me just to get

down to the scene.

Haven't even found the desk yet. Oh,
it's Dr.

Delancey. Captain said you can use that
desk right there.

Thanks. Call me Regan. Okay.

I'm sorry. Is this not okay?

No, it's fine.

It's my partner. She's on maternity
leave.

It's all right.

Are you sure? Yeah, I'm positive. Can
you excuse me for just one second?

Thank you.

Captain?

How's the new inspector working out?

Doesn't seem like she spent a whole lot
of time on the street.

Yeah, well, she has a doctorate in
biochemistry and 12 years at the

Crime Lab, where, by the way, they
locked her. And apparently cried actual

when she left.

Great. Why'd she leave?

No idea.

Personal reasons.

Hmm.

Well, that's fine, but what is she doing
here with us?

She applied for a job at the crime lab
and there was nothing available. Look,

she's a full inspector.

And with Ginny gone... Temporarily.

I thought she could help us out.

Maybe. Look, she'll be floating for a
while, just filling in wherever needed.

thought, I was hoping, you could show
her the ropes.

Work your heroin OD case with her.

Sure, Captain. No problem.

How's Ginny?

Ginny's doing great.

You know, little John, he's gained a
whole pound, and he's grown a half an

since he last saw him.

I miss her, too.

Yeah.

Thank you.

Normal lividity?

What about the bruise on the back of her
head with that pre - or post -mortem?

It could have been either.

It bled a little, so we knew her heart
was still beating, but it could have

right at the moment of the O .D. if she
hit her head when falling.

How about the powdery stuff in the
victim's pocket?

Pollen. And a weird kind, too. I have to
consult a forensic botanist.

Well, I have a friend at the University
of Texas.

He's an expert in the field. I'll give
him a call.

Thanks. I'll save him time. You know, it
is so great to finally work with an

inspector who's technically proficient.

Very sweet, Jim. Thank you. Yeah,
thanks, Jim.

I can tell you that Jane Doe here is
around 30, definitely knows too much

heroin, track mark, bad teeth, although
she has had some work done recently.

It all says junkie.

Oh, hey, I do have one thing you'll be
interested in.

Preliminary tax report.

So it wasn't bad dope, Captain.
Actually, it was very good. A little too

No drain cleaner. Pure, uncut heroin.

Yeah, lots of it. At least 2 ,000 mgs.
Really?

Yeah, unless she didn't know the dosage
because she was too high. Any addict

would know that much. Dope would kill
her.

So we're not looking at an accidental
OD.

No, seems like it was deliberate.

Our Jane Doe could have been a suicide.

Ah, she's not a Jane Doe anymore.

Sarah Patrice Allen, 33.

Her prints were in the system. She's got
a record.

Been Sarah's parole officer since she
got out.

She definitely would have known that
much age from the killer.

She used to shoot a lot.

That's how she wound up in jail. You
seen her sheet?

Oh, yeah. Five arrests for possession,
last one with intent to sell, sentenced

to six out by four.

Good behavior.

It's just I don't see a lot of success
stories here, inspectors.

But Sarah in jail, she kicked a habit.

Signed up for every class they let her
take.

Got her GED, turned her life around.

She had a fire under her.

Prison's one thing. Being out is
another. How did she handle that?

It was hard.

You know, finding work, finding a place
to live.

Nobody wants to hire a con or live near
one either.

Hard enough that the O .D. might have
been deliberate?

Killed or something?

I just don't know. I would have said no
way before you came.

I mean, there's one time she'd been
looking for a job and everybody's

her, and I told her not to get down
about it.

Sarah looked me in the eye and told me
not to worry.

She said, I don't have time to be down.

I got too much to do.

What about enemies? You know, somebody
that may have wanted to hurt her, like

old drug dealer or an ex -boyfriend?

There was nobody, as far as I know, that
loved or hated her.

Sarah was alone in the world.

Did she end up finding a job?

Cleaning staff at a foster care agency,
Children's Foster Services.

They have a contract with the city.

She was so excited she got the gig all
by herself. All I did was help her fill

out the application.

She sent me a thank you card.

Can you believe it?

Ugly old purple thing.

18 years on the job, and I never got a
thank you card from anyone except Sarah.

Thank you.

Hi,

you're early.

I'm Bob Pringle.

Aren't you the prospective foster
parents?

No, not exactly. I'm Inspector Basso.
This is Inspector Washington. We're with

the San Francisco Police Department.

We have a few questions for you. Can you
tell us who's in charge here?

Alicia?

The police.

I'm Alicia Ray, the supervisor here.

Something wrong?

It's not a problem with one of our kids,
is it? No, actually, it's about Sarah

Allen. We understand she's a janitor
here.

Not anymore.

I fired her three days ago.

What happened?

Security caught her in the office after
hours going through drawers.

They called me. I had no choice but to
fire her then and there.

Do you know the kind of legal exposure
an incident like that creates for us? I

mean, the city could terminate our
contract in a second.

Yeah, and the next day was worse.

She came in for a check. She started
yelling at Jane for no reason.

What was she yelling?

Threats. You know, how could I do that
to her?

It was very weird.

I had to call security to get her to
leave.

That's what I get for hiring an ex -con.

I won't make that mistake again.

She could have robbed us blind.

Oh, come on, Jane. Before that day,
she's perfectly nice.

Why are you asking about her? Did she do
something else?

She was found dead this morning at the
Van Dier underpass.

Oh, my God.

What happened?

We're still investigating.

Do you know if Sarah had any friends or
family, anyone she was close to?

You got me, Jane.

No, I don't know.

Okay, well, thank you for your time.
You'll let us know if you think of

anything?

Sarah had problems, but she had a good
heart.

Hope you find out what happened.

Thanks.

That's good.

Better or worse than Philly?

Hmm, different.

I needed a change.

I heard.

Personal reasons.

My husband and I were divorced eight
months ago.

That must have been hard.

Yeah, we went through a lot, especially
the last few years.

Sorry about that. Do you guys have kids?

None that are living at home.

Oh, where to next?

Sarah's apartment.

Yeah, can I meet you there? I have to
sign a lease with my new landlord.

Yeah, actually, that would be fine. I've
got some paperwork to get done.

What do you think, maybe two hours?

Okay, good.

I don't have much time, Miss Wong, but
you aired a piece recently on street

people. It was picked up by the network
for the nightly news. I saw it in

Philadelphia, actually.

Oh, sure, the homeless and mental
illness. Yeah, we got a good response on

My boss thinks we should submit it for a
Peabody.

Well, the piece was only two minutes
long, so... Raw footage, no problem. I'm

happy to help however I can, Inspector.

You looking to make a bust or something?

Something like that.

You got lucky to find a place so fast,
huh? You must be paying a fortune.

Yeah, I'm afraid so.

This place shouldn't take too long to
search.

Nope.

Hey, check this out.

There's got to be at least a hundred
letters in here.

Oh, it's Katrina.

It's Katrina.

Sarah's daughter, Katrina Merrill, is
from Legal Aid. They say that they

able to help her find her daughter.

According to this, she gave up all
parental rights before she entered

Snooping around after hours at a foster
care agency.

She was looking for her daughter.

Katrina would be about 14 by now.

I'm so sorry I had to do it, baby. I
think of you every day, and don't you

believe I'll stop looking for you.

I know I'm not good enough to be your
mom, but I still want to know you're

okay.

So the note at the scene wasn't a
suicide note. It was an apology to her

girl.

Yeah?

Okay, thanks.

At the crime lab, the prints that we
were waiting on and the syringe? Yeah.

There aren't any.

Not even the victims?

Uh -uh.

Syringe was pristine.

So whoever administered the dope was
wearing gloves or wiped the syringe

And there's only one way that could have
happened.

She was murdered.

Boy, I thought I was the only one crazy
enough to be here this early.

Autopsy report for Sarah Allen came in.
I wanted to have a quick look.

Anything good?

Pollen.

Stuff found in the victim's pocket?

It's from a soapbark tree, which I've
learned, thank God for the Internet, is

very rare in San Francisco.

In fact, it's not found anywhere near
the crime scene or the foster care

or Sarah's apartment.

Huh.

Nice and quiet this time of day.

Minimal distractions.

What, like your new boss?

Not at all.

No.

I'm really grateful for this job,
Captain.

Good.

It's a little different than what you're
used to.

Might you take it?

San Francisco's a beautiful city.

Yeah.

It's quite an adjustment being out of
the lab.

I mean, I'm used to being more
insulated.

I get to see the dead kid's body after
the drive -by, and I don't have to

question his mother as he's trying to
wash his blood from the front steps.

They stay with you, the things you see
here.

Like LeCard's principle.

Every contact leaves a trace.

The golden rule of forensics.

And you think it applies to emotional
contact as well.

For me, it does.

Good luck with your report.

Find a name yet? Friend? Relative?

Nope. Nothing so far.

You know, apparently, Farrah started
writing these letters as an exercise for

parenting for those five at prison.

She just kept on?

Never missed a day.

Maybe she hoped Trina would read them
one day.

So I spoke to her lawyer over at Legal
Aid, and he said that Sarah gave up

parental rights to help Trina.

I guess she was looking at a six -year
jail sentence and hoped that Trina could

be adopted instead of being stuck in
foster care while she was in jail.

Question Sarah's daughter?

We can't find Sarah's daughter. We went
to CFS and tried to look Trina up on the

computers, and she's not there.

She was adopted.

No. According to Alicia, the supervisor,
Katrina Merrill was never in the foster

care system.

She even showed us on the computer.

But Sarah had the paperwork that proved
that Trina was there at some point.

So what? The bureaucracy just lost her?

Just like those kids in Florida and
Ohio.

Well, that or it was deliberate.

Well, if I found out my kid was missing
in cyberspace, I'd make a scene, too.

Why would Sarah focus all her anger on
Jane?

You and Raina stick to Sarah Allen's
murder.

How about us, Kat?

I've got an idea.

This is our new social worker trainee.

The director himself called, and he's
very interested in this candidate, so we

have to be nice to her.

Everyone, this is Magda.

She'll be training under you, Jane.

Thank you, Alicia.

I'm just really excited to get started,
you know? Good luck. It's really nice to

meet you.

Okay, so even if someone around here saw
Sarah's murder from two feet away, what

makes you think they'll talk to a couple
of cops?

The fact that we're heavily armed.

Hey!

Hey!

Must be nice to know the director.

Oh, well, he's actually my mom's best
friend's cousin.

And when I moved here from Brooklyn, he
told me he would try to help me out, so

here I am.

But, Jane, I wanted to ask you
something.

You guys do things a little bit
differently than we did in New York?

Like, I mean, like the whole fourth -to
-home inspection thing. Aren't we

obligated to do that at least once a
month?

Yeah, well, look, it's impossible to
talk to every kid every month.

Guidelines say I'm supposed to have no
more than 18 kids.

Do you know how many kids I have?

Fifty. Oh.

Cincuenta. Wow, that's got to be hard to
keep track of. Yeah, it is.

You know what my seniority here earns
me?

$48 ,000 a year, 15 -hour days, six days
a week.

Oh, what you just did there is all
right?

Like you said, it's a lot different from
New York.

Quick. Where you going?

Took off in a big hurry.

All you cops steal my stuff. You come
in, you take everything.

Look, we're not here to take your stuff,
okay? Not unless you don't cooperate.

I don't suffer less radio. Why don't you
start by telling us your name?

Leon. And I don't know nothing about it.
What don't you know about Leon?

That's a nice waffle line.

Skinny white girl.

They died.

You got something to do with that, Leon?

All I'm saying is she was skinny.

Not like that blonde that was with her.

Wait, she was with a blonde woman? When?

The night she died.

They was together.

Walking arm in arm, laughing and
talking.

Next thing I know, Blondie, she
disappeared.

Skinny, thin, down like a raggedy and
doll.

Like I say, I don't know nothing.

Leon, look, this is really important,
okay? We're going to need you to

this blonde woman. What was she wearing,
her weight, her age? Do I look like the

neighborhood watch to you? I didn't see
her face much.

Just that blonde hair blowing around.

She should have wore a hat.

You know, women just don't wear a hat
like they used to. You know, and it's a

damn shame.

They should wear a hat. It'd be pretty
and look good.

Woo -hoo! Had some first day.

You pulling an all -nighter?

Well, I, uh, I only got a couple more
things to do.

Uh, uh, Jane dumped you with her daily
report, didn't she?

I'm the trainee. I guess I gotta pay my
dues, you know. Yeah, well, frankly, if

you didn't do them, half of them
wouldn't get done at all.

Oh, she's not big on paperwork, huh?

Understatement.

Ain't that kind of negligent?

Hey, uh... Look, Jane Meanswell.

Or she used to.

She used to be a superstar around here,
you know.

Ten years ago, she tried to
revolutionize the joint.

How'd that go?

Like most revolutions, she got beheaded.

Now it's just... Too many kids, too
little money.

She's a little burned out.

You'll do fine.

Thanks, Bob.

Did you pick up the background check on
Jane?

Yeah, the Department of Human Services
had it.

Yeah, I'm just leaving the parking lot
right now. All right, good.

Okay, I'll see you tomorrow.

Good night, Megan.

All right, bye.

Good evening.

Oh, it gets better all the time.

You know, lady, you shouldn't be here.
Ladies get hurt in a place like this.

Police. You sure that thing loaded? I'm
sure.

Have you seen this man?

He was seen here last week, last
Tuesday.

Oh, one of those street people that the
TV woman talked to?

Looked like Dave.

You know, Dave, the crazy son of a
bitch, he had a school job.

Yeah, that's his name. That's his name,
David. David Torricelli.

Except I ain't seen him.

Well, what did he do?

Just tell me where he is.

Damn, I hope you never get mad at me,
police.

Where is he? Who knows?

May have wanted him cleared out.

You know, that's bad publicity.

San Francisco and its homeless problem.

So he could be anywhere by now.

Hope you got a plan B.

Yeah, you called.

You found something?

Trina Merrill's not the only child
that's missing.

Oh, God.

Three missing girls.

This is not just bureaucratic error.

Deliberately expunged from the files.

So they never existed.

How?

Well, if you know how the system works
and you have the access code. Who has

code?

Supervisor level and up in theory, but
in reality, pretty much everybody.

It's a good thing they have a financial
database that's kept separate.

Payments made to foster families for
child care.

Magda cross -referenced the list, came
up with this.

Elena Hernandez, Shanice Fox, and
Katrina Merrill, ages 14 to 16.

Sarah died over this. We have to find
these kids.

So what, we go to the agency and tear
the place apart?

Not yet.

We already have one woman dead,
presumably to cover this up.

Talk to all three sets of foster
parents, same story, the kids are all

runaways. If they're found and returned,
then they just take off again. Finally,

they all just left and never came back.

Trina's foster parents had a more recent
picture of her.

What did these people do when the kids
disappeared?

They all alerted Children's Foster
Services just like they were supposed

Well, CFS should have given the names to
the police. I mean, it's policy for all

new runaways.

Yeah, except someone deleted the names,
so that couldn't happen.

No one was looking for any of them.

Well, when did it turn up?

Elena Hernandez, age 15.

She was busted for solicitation a few
months ago.

Follow it up.

Oh, Stacy, what happened with Nate and
Raina's witness?

The homeless man?

Well, Leon has proposed marriage. He'd
like a June wedding, and you're all

invited. Congratulations.

Then it was all downhill from there. The
phono lineup was a bust. Leon sweared

that Alicia is not the blonde that he
saw with Sarah.

Her hair is too straight. He was
absolutely positive about it.

Oh, Inspector, the records department
bounced back your request.

Oh, thanks. Don't worry about it.

Well, you have to put your star number
plus the case number that it's related

to. So if you put Torricelli Fugitive
Report 010.

Torricelli, is that a lead I should know
of?

That's probably just a wild goose chase,
Captain.

I'm following it up.

Oh, excuse me, ma 'am. I'm supposed to
meet Alicia Wright.

You're late, Mr. Hendricks.

I know you, Wright.

I don't think so.

Magda, my copy.

I've seen you before.

You that cop.

You busted me last year over that car.

I just borrowed it. Big
misunderstanding.

Here comes one.

Hey, I'm Rita.

Want to party, baby?

How much, Rita?

Fifty. Best night of your life.

Police, Elena, you are under arrest for
solicitation. Come with us.

You have the right to remain silent.

Anything you say can and will be used
against you. You have the right to talk

the lawyer.

It's hot.

Guys dig blondes.

I'm not going back to foster care. If
you take me back, I'll just run away

again.

Did your foster parents mistreat you?

Parents? I've been in, like, ten homes
in five years. I don't even know those

people. Now I'm with people that love
me.

Like Trina Merrill and Shanice Fox?

Who? Oh, come on, Lena. You were in a
group home with Trina two years ago.

She was your friend.

Where is she?

Where's Shanice?

Come on.

They could be in danger.

Trina can't see what's good for the
danger.

Yeah.

Really, what's good for her?

Work the street.

Make enough money we never have to go
back.

All three of you? Not Trina, stupid
bitch. We make more in one day on the

than in a month flipping burgers.

Yeah, well, flipping burgers won't get
you.

Stabbed. Or raped and beaten.

We got somebody protecting us.

Oh, yeah.

A pimp. Who? I'm done talking to you.

Someone at Children's Foster Services?

What's the lineup? I can help you. Yeah,
right.

This person who's protecting you isn't.
She doesn't love you.

She's using you. And the others.

It is a she, isn't it?

Your pimps a woman?

Who is he?

Damn it. Who is he?

Elena. He?

Long blonde hair?

Tell me who he is.

Bob Pringle.

No sign of Bob Pringle at his home or
children's foster services. Shut the

down and clean house. The foster system
is broken. No one's doing anything about

it. First things first. Trina Merrill
and Shanice Fox.

What's up with the Amber Alert?

Uh, it's up, and I am sending pictures
of Shanice, Pringle, and Trina to every

news station, and FBI's on alert.

Hope it's enough.

Who's asking me?

Some uniforms found her turning tricks
near where we found Elena.

She all right? Oh, yeah, she's great.
She's refusing to cooperate, just like

Elena. What's wrong with these girls?

Brainwashed.

Bob Pringle's probably the first person
who ever said I love you to them in

their whole lives. Well, Trina had to
have been stashed with these other girls

somewhere. My guess is that he's there
right now.

Somewhere near where they trick?

Except Nate checked with every landlord
within a six block radius from there and

nothing. I mean, we can widen the
search, but we don't have time for this.

telling you, he's going to kill Trina. I
grilled Elena for over an hour. She's

not saying anything else.

We don't need her to say a word.

Elena, do you know what an autopsy is?

You cut up a dead body and look at it?

Yeah, but what most people don't realize
is that a body doesn't have to be cut

up to inform us.

You know, dirt and hair and... It's all
in your clothing, your skin in

microscopic amounts.

See?

This is pollen.

It's from the soapbark tree.

And the funny thing about that tree is
that it grows in very few places in San

Francisco. Only in the Mission District
and...

Around Golden Gate Park.

And we know this because we've seen it
already.

On the body of a woman who was killed by
Bob Pringle.

Killed? Yeah, right.

And another funny thing is that
soapbarks don't grow anywhere near where

dead woman lived or where she worked.

Or where Bob lived.

Or worked.

Or anywhere near your workplace, Elena.
So I'm betting that it grows near where

you live.

A place that Bob visits a lot?

A place that he's hiding right now?

And where he may be about to kill Trina?
Shut up!

Sit down, Elena.

We're going to find out where you live,
Elena. It's just a matter of time.

But if Trina's already dead... You're so
full of crap! Go to hell!

Elena.

Bob loves you, right?

Who's Bob?

Bob.

The only guy in the whole wide world
that loves you.

Isn't that what he tells you?

Hmm?

Let me tell you something, sweetie. All
the pimps say that.

Only one person ever gave a damn about
me. If that's true, then I'm sorry for

you, Elena.

I really am.

But that was not true for Trina.

She had a mother who loved her.

Bull. She gave Trina up. Trina told me.
Yes, she did.

But then after that, Sarah Allen turned
her life around. Did you know that she

wrote letters to Trina every single day,
even while she was in prison?

Look at me, little girl. Look at me.

That's what she did for her daughter.
Can you imagine love like that?

Bob could.

He knew Sarah was going to take Trina
off the street. That's why he killed

Yes. Bob killed Trina's mother.

Liar. No.

Bob filled her with heroin so she'd look
like just another addict.

Bob killed the only person that Trina
had in her world.

Her mom.

You're wrong.

It's not true. Yes, it is, Elena.

It is true. And Trina's next.

And then you're going to be next. And
Shanice is going to be next. You know

Because Bob doesn't love you.

He's using you. Look at me.

He is using you, Elena.

And Trina's mom.

Yeah.

Now, where do you live, Elena? Do you
live in the Mission District or near the

park?

Park.

Trina, honey, let's talk.

Have a cup of drink and work this out. I
told you, I don't want it. I want to go

home.

Leave your hands. Trina ran away. I was
just trying to talk her into going back

to her pocket.

I'm just trying to help. Shut up. Sick
son of a bitch.

Keep your hands where we can see them.

Are you all right, Trina?

I'm coming to the bedroom.

Good night, Claude.

You got all kinds of stuff inside.

Pull it out.

Reagan.

You okay, Trina?

I'm not going back to the foster home.

I won't do it.

Trina, we have to talk to you.

really turned her life around, Trina.

She always wanted the best for you.

You know, things are going to be
different now.

The state has ordered a complete top -to
-bottom review of every single case,

starting with you, Shanice, and Elena.

Nothing will ever change.

I'll just get shipped from home to home.

No, you won't, honey.

Bob deliberately shifted you around so
that you couldn't have a chance to get

settled anywhere.

He targeted you and the other girls and
made sure that you would want to run

away.

You know, Trina, your new foster
parents, the Alatorres, they've taken in

of kids over the years.

They even have a daughter your age.

I think your mom would really like them.

When I was little, when she wasn't, you
know, sick from the drugs,

she'd read to me at night before bed.

There was this one book about a baby
rabbit and its mom.

And the baby rabbit said he'd run away.

And the mom said she'd find him no
matter what.

The runaway bunny.

My son loved that book.

You know, sometimes in these foster
homes, when the doorbell would ring or

there'd be a phone call, I'd pretend it
was her.

Mm -hmm.

Just for a second, you know.

Didn't like she found me.

Well, you know what, Trina? I think that
eventually she would have.

and letters that your mom wrote to you.

And they helped with that a lot.

I think maybe in a way she sent us to
find you.

Excuse me, Captain.

Stacy tells me that some files I had
requested were delivered here by

No mistake. I told them to.

At first I thought they related to Sarah
Allen, that my

brilliant new inspector had pulled a
Sherlock Holmes and come up with some

evidence that we hadn't considered. But
these files relate to an earlier murder,

one that... Took place almost three
years ago. The victim was a waitress,

'Reilly, age 20.

The suspect, still at large, her ex
-boyfriend, David Torricelli.

It's an open case.

Aren't inspectors here allowed to look
into open cases?

Not without notifying their captain.

But I'm not sure that this is work
-related at all.

You said you were in San Francisco on
personal business.

That's it?

Yes.

Maria Riley was strangled with her own
belt.

Broken C1 vertebra, broken wrist, post
-mortem bruising.

That's a painful, brutal death.

Yes, I know.

Every contact leaves a trace.

Who was Mary O 'Reilly to you?

Someone special.

I never met her.

You're in San Francisco for a reason.

It's not some connection to the victim
in this case?

Not to the victim.

To the suspect.

David Torricelli is my son.