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I'm just getting out of the car.

Are you still there?

Yeah, I'm here. Good.

Listen, could you tell the people in Zurich that I'm still interested in

attending their event?

Okay, thanks, Lucy. I think that is it. I'm just at Maggie's now, picking her up

for the party.

Hi. Hey, Abby.

Nice tights.

Technically, these are not tights. They are stockings. also known as splattered

ashes.

Good to know.

Henry definitely keeps things interesting, doesn't he? Mm -hmm. I

we'd be celebrating our three -month anniversary dressed like this.

Has it been three months already?

Mm -hmm. What are you getting him?

You know, adults don't celebrate their three -month dating anniversaries, but

speaking of celebration... His birthday's in two weeks, and he refuses

talk about it.

Well, maybe he just doesn't like birthdays.

It's not just that.

The thing is, even though we spend all this time together, he never opens up to

me about anything personal.

You know?

I mean, I know next to nothing about his childhood. And any time I try to ask,

he just clams right up. Maybe he feels like you're prying. But I don't pry.

Sometimes you pry.

You've got another thing.

Oh, man, I am so bad at this. You really are.

You look

stunning.

Oh, well, thank you, kind sir.

You look pretty good yourself.

Nice type.

Technically, there's splattered ashes. Mm -hmm.

Good to know.

Well, your carriage awaits, my lady.

Thank you.

Nope, sir, I got that.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Oh, wow.

Beautiful play.

Henry, why is nobody else in costume?

You said this was a costume party, right?

Um, I'm going to kill you.

Henry, there you are.

David, happy birthday.

This is Maggie.

Maggie? Hello?

Hi. Obviously, there's been a little miscommunication.

Oh, yeah. I take it you didn't get the notification two weeks ago.

Apparently not.

Apparently not.

No, Henry, I'm so sorry. Because you consulted on the menu, you ended up on

staff list instead of the guest list, and I didn't send you the updated

invitation.

But you look fabulous, both of you.

Hi, I'm Felicity Weston, David's daughter.

Nice to meet you, Maggie Price.

I'm just going to... Oh, nonsense,

you're not going anywhere.

You look beautiful. You're exactly what this evening is all about.

Now, I have a very special bottle of Bordeaux, and I'm going to open it just

you. Oh.

Would you care for a glass? I'd like the bottle, please.

Thank you.

I'll be back. Okay. Yeah.

Good thing we didn't wear the wigs.

Listen, as much as I hate to abandon you, especially now, considering

everything, I really do need to go and check on how everything's going in the

kitchen. Yeah, please go. Are you sure?

Yeah.

Here you go. My dad's favorite Montrose Bordeaux. Thank you very much.

Delicious.

I was just checking on my daughter.

Well, how old is she?

Fifteen. I probably don't have to keep tabs on her as much as I do. Completely

understandable. I don't know how my parents did it with four teenagers under

roof. Four? At once?

Oh, wow.

That is terrifying.

We're a blended family.

Like the Brady Bunch, but without the singing.

Or the getting along.

I see.

That good -looking guy over there flirting with half the room is my

brother, Douglas.

And that's my stepbrother, Ken.

My stepsister, Angela, is probably off in a corner whining about something.

Huh. I take it you two don't get along.

After my parents got divorced, our dad married Ken and Angela's mom pretty

quickly. A little too quickly for everyone's taste.

Doug and I thought Ken and Angela were boring and provincial, and they thought

we were troublemakers.

Which, of course, we were.

No, I'm glad we went with these cherries. I think these look good. Oh,

overgraze the cherries, please. Thank you, team. Everything's looking great.

Thank you.

Angela, how are you? Hi, Henry.

How's everything going in the kitchen?

Oh, minor crisis averted, but I think everything is perfect now.

Your father is going to have a menu that is 100 % authentic to the late 1700s.

Well, it doesn't get much more authentic than that outfit.

Yeah, long story.

Henry, this is my husband, Colin. Oh, nice to meet you. And you. My father -in

-law told me all about you. I don't know if you've heard of my company,

Watershed. We do sports bars, protein powders. We've got a line of frozen food

coming up. Of course. I see your products everywhere. You're obviously

very well.

Wonderful. Well, you look great. Thank you. Did I mention that?

Hi.

I'm Ken. I don't believe we've met.

Ken, this is Maggie.

Maggie, my stepbrother Ken.

Henry's Maggie.

Ah, indeed.

We've heard a lot about you. It's nice to finally meet. Oh, no. That's

frightening.

Mrs. Hayworth is complaining about where she's seated at dinner tonight.

Can you go talk to her?

Maggie, it was lovely chatting with you. You too.

So Henry says you're a detective. That must be exciting.

It has its moment.

Hi, how are you?

What are you talking about? Pardon me.

Can't do this anymore, okay, Jack?

Beth, please, don't go.

Let go of me.

I'm sorry.

Please, can we talk about this?

Okay.

Not now.

Later.

They're beautiful, aren't they? I'm so sorry.

Oh, please.

That's why they're out there on display.

You know, I owe a lot to that pistol right there.

My family wouldn't have the publishing business without it. Oh, really? How's

that? Jack Weston, my great -great -great -great -grandfather, was an

the Philadelphia Delegate. Well, in one of his editorials, he poked fun at the

owner of the newspaper, Sir William Grant.

Well, Grant didn't like that and challenged him to a duel.

Jack accepted, on one condition.

That if he won, the delegate would become his?

That's right.

And lucky for you, Jack, was a good shot.

No kidding.

Shall we?

Indeed. Well, they're lovely.

Oh, I love this.

Oh,

my.

Roast beef?

Mutton? Pheasant?

My doctor's going to kill me when he sees what I'm doing to my cholesterol

today. Yes, an 18th century menu is quite heavy on the meat, but I've given

some healthy options there as well. Yes, I can see that.

Why don't you stick with the singing nettle soup and the salad?

On his birthday?

Don't be ridiculous.

Go ahead and indulge Dad.

It's not a joke, Felicity. He needs to be careful. Oh, lighten up.

Please. I will be careful.

But can a man enjoy one meal on his birthday?

Now, this looks delicious.

So, David, how's business?

Oh, well, you know, Henry, the way publishing has gone in the last ten

we've had to get a little creative.

We've moved a significant amount of our content online.

The problem with online content is getting people to pay for it.

Subscriptions are way up.

Define way up. Oh, don't start you, too.

Really, Douglas, not today.

I was right.

You would say that?

I'm sorry.

No apologies necessary, Henry. You asked a simple question, which in an ideal

world, my family and I would have answered without turning things into

III. We would never start World War III on your birthday, Dad.

We'd wait till tomorrow.

So, you know, your birthday's coming up in two weeks, and every time I try to

bring it up, you keep changing the subject.

Well, I don't really celebrate birthdays.

Don't be silly. Who doesn't celebrate birthdays?

Uh, me.

Ever since I was a kid.

Um, okay.

Why? What happened?

Bad experience with a birthday clown?

Something like that, yeah.

Something like that?

What? He ate your cake?

Stole your present?

Look, Maggie, I just don't really enjoy the whole, um... Okay. So what if I

throw you just...

We used to party, then I promised no clown.

Maggie, I just don't want you to make a fuss, okay? I really don't. Henry,

that's what people do when they're in a relationship. They make a fuss over the

other person's birthday.

Anne, I'm telling you, I don't need you to.

Wow, okay.

I get it.

You get what?

If you don't want me to do anything for you, then I won't.

Maggie, I just... Ladies and gentlemen.

Ladies and gentlemen, can I have your attention for a moment, please?

We'd like to invite you all back inside where I have a little surprise set up

for you.

So join me in the rotunda in about five minutes. Thanks very much.

Maggie, I'm going to grab some water, okay?

Now, as some of you are already aware, the pistols used in the infamous duel

that launched my family's publishing business have recently resurfaced.

Now, as you also know, my two sons don't often see eye to eye, well, ever.

But today, they have agreed to humor their old man on his birthday and

that famous duel for your entertainment.

Now, last week, a coin was tossed, and Ken here drew

Sir William Grant and Doug Jack Weston.

Now, I heard that Ken here has been practicing his death scene, and it's

dramatic.

Your brother truly is a suck -up.

Your brother's a narcissist.

I can't believe I agreed to do this.

That's funny,

because I could have sworn that Dad just made me president of the company.

I wish we really could settle this the old -fashioned way. Yeah, I bet you do.

All right, stop it. That's enough.

Now. The rules of engagement for the duel were read aloud, at which point a

roll commenced.

Then this would cue the men to walk eight paces and turn.

When the handkerchief was dropped to the floor, the men were free to fire.

Gentlemen.

Well done.

Well done.

Is that fake blood?

Ken.

Ken?

He's been shot.

What? Oh, my God.

No, no, no. The guns, they weren't loaded.

Somebody call 911 right now.

He's dead.

Nolan, thanks for bringing me a change of clothes.

It's a little hard to run an investigation while dressed like Marie

Happy to oblige.

So explain this to me.

Ken died too quickly for a gunshot wound.

He had no pulse within seconds of being shot.

I'll have a preliminary report ready by tomorrow, but one possibility that I

have seen before is hydrostatic shock.

What's that?

The short answer is that if you have the right bullet in the right place,

complete organ failure can occur.

Now, I won't know until I perform the autopsy, but I will keep an eye out for

anything out of the ordinary.

That'd be great. Thank you. You got it.

So, what happens now?

Well, Douglas claims he didn't know it was loaded, which means all I've got so

far is negligent discharge of a firearm.

If I arrest him now, his lawyers will probably have him out by lunchtime

tomorrow, and I'll have a much less cooperative family to deal with.

Which, speaking of, I should probably go and talk to them. They've been

separated, so they can't confer about what happened.

Confer?

Maggie, what are you talking about? This was an accident.

That's what we're going to find out.

I know that this is really difficult and that you want to be with your family

right now.

But I need to establish who had access to these weapons leading up to the

I keep them in my office with all my other antique

weapons. The room is locked at all times.

only be open with a keypad.

Three days ago, I cleaned them, and then I didn't return until today.

And at 2 o 'clock, I loaded the pistols with blanks for the party.

Then I put them on display, and the room was unlocked for the rest of the day.

Who has the code to your office?

All my children do.

Well, they need access to my financial paperwork in

case something happens to me.

I'm sorry.

I understand that you and Ken didn't get along.

Well, what are you suggesting?

You're not saying that I did this on purpose.

So...

Ken disagreed about selling the company?

He did. He felt that our online sales and our subscriptions had finally turned

the corner.

And with Ken gone, who's next in line to run the company?

It's Doug.

What time did you get in last night?

Oh, it was pretty late by the time I finished with all my paperwork.

I'm sorry I'm not going to be able to go to the beach with you guys today.

I really ought to get a jump on this case.

Ab? What?

Oh, yeah, that's fine.

Who's that?

No one.

Okay.

For a no one, he seems pretty funny.

Why don't you invite him over?

We can serve nobody nothing for dinner.

Sure.

I'm not trying to pry. I'm just interested.

Oh, man.

Why can't she go back to being ten?

She'll tell us when she's ready.

Remember when she used to come rushing through the door at the end of the

day? She was talking so fast she could barely get the words out.

Those were great days.

And she used to want to tell me everything, and now she's texting a boy

won't even tell me who.

Let her stretch away from you a little bit. It doesn't just work for men, you

know. It works on teenagers, too.

At least it did for you.

What do you mean?

I was a great teenager.

Mom!

Door's open, Lucy.

What are you doing?

Why are you ringing this doorbell?

Hello,

Henry.

Hi, Dad.

Uh, what are you doing here?

I'm in town on business, so I dropped by to say hello.

Oh.

Um, well, uh, come on in.

If it's a bad time, I... No, no, it's fine, Dad. I was just making a quick

breakfast. Can I get you some coffee?

Only if you've already got some on.

A quick breakfast, huh?

Just thanks, Dad.

Hi,

Henry. Sorry I'm late. I got your text. I can't believe what happened.

Oh, I...

Sorry, I didn't know you had company.

No, it's okay, Lucy. This is my dad.

Dad, this is Lucy, my assistant.

Your dad.

It's a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Roth.

Please call me Jim.

Look, you seem busy.

I'm just going to go. No, no, no. It's okay.

It's okay.

I do have to head down to the precinct today, though. Why?

Didn't you know Henry's a detective now?

Consultant. He's helped solve three murders.

You're kidding me. Nope.

Not kidding.

How about that?

You followed in your old man's footsteps after all.

Oh, I'm sorry. Did I never tell you?

My dad is a retired cop.

That's amazing.

There's like a whole organic apple falling from a locovore tree thing

here.

Not really a foodie.

A little not like the gourmet detective here. Yeah, I did not give myself that

name, and the detective is only because I... I know, I know. I read your blog.

You do?

Yeah, it's great.

Oh, thank you.

I write it.

Under Henry's supervision, of course. And today, I'm covering the food truck

festival down at the Embarcadero. It's going to be delicious.

Care to join me?

Oh, oh, you know what? I'm sure my dad would... I'd love to.

Morning. I got you your favorite.

Thank you. That was nice.

Ooh, are those cannolis from Portola? Yum.

Well, you know my motto, never show up to an investigation empty -handed.

Listen, Captain, I don't mean to be presumptuous.

But I've known the Weston family for years, and I think I could make a

Hold your breath, Henry. I don't know if you are the luckiest or the unluckiest

guy in the world, but let's just say that from now on, you are officially a

consultant to the SFPD Homicide Division.

Really?

That's great.

Now, when you say officially... It's an unpaid position.

Perfect. I should have hired you years ago.

Does this mean I get a badge?

Okay, David Weston has four children, two from one marriage and two from

another.

He and his first wife had Doug and Felicity.

Shortly after they divorced, when the kids were teens, he married his second

wife who had two children of her own, Ken and Angela, also teens at the time.

About three years later, his second wife died of cancer. David decided to adopt

his stepchildren.

And over time, Ken became his favorite, and eventually his right -hand man, a

role that Doug felt should have been his.

So not only did Douglas pull the trigger, but with Ken dead, he's next in

to run the company. Which is why we're starting with him as our number one

suspect. What about David?

He loaded the gun.

No, I've known David for years. He's no killer.

Plus, he's not going to murder his own stepson.

And as far as we know now, he has no motive.

Right? Financially, he had nothing to gain from Ken dying. But Doug dug.

Doug pulled the trigger in a room full of witnesses. Why would anyone do that

knowing they were going to be the number one suspect?

Someone could have set him up.

If the intent was to kill Ken, then mission accomplished.

Either way, how would the killer know which gun to load?

Okay, so Jack Weston had his pistol engraved with his initials after he won

duel back in the 1700s.

David said that they'd already decided that Doug would be the one to play the

role of Jack for the reenactment.

So how many people knew Doug was playing Jack?

The decision was made about a week before with a coin toss.

And I'm assuming that the whole family knew, possibly others as well.

But we still don't know how a bullet ended up in that pistol.

Maybe someone loaded the gun right before the party while they were still

display.

Okay, the thing is, David took the pistol out of the cabinet, loaded it

blanks, and put it on display by 2 o 'clock in the afternoon.

By then, the house was already filled with staff preparing for the party. The

guests were meant to be arriving around 4. I just don't see someone risking

getting caught with all those people around, right?

I mean...

To me, I think it would be more likely that the pistol was loaded earlier

David went in.

And there's the code to deal with, right? So there's the code to the house

and the code to the office.

David says that all of his children have both codes.

I'll check with a security company, see what they can tell us about...

All activity in the days leading up to the party.

That'd be great. Thank you. Monroe, why don't you start running background

checks on everyone at the party? Bailey, see if you can find me an expert that's

familiar with weapons from that time period.

I want to find out everything that I can about blanks and musket balls for those

pistols. I mean, somehow a blank was loaded at 2 o 'clock in the afternoon,

a real bullet was fired from the same gun at 7 o 'clock. And I need to know

Yeah, boss.

So, what are we going to do?

What we always do.

Back to the theme of the crime.

Hi. Thanks for meeting us here. Of course.

Anything you need.

Remember not to touch anything.

I don't have gloves.

Do you have an extra pair?

Okay. Can I keep these?

Well, this really is quite the collection, isn't it?

Dad's been building it for years. Do any of the house staff know the code for

this room?

I doubt it.

Dad's really touchy about his office.

He's the only one who comes in here.

And, uh...

When was this photo taken?

Two years ago.

Civil War reenactment in Marin County.

Always wanted to attend one of those.

Not really my thing, but you know what a history buff my dad is.

Right. And the rifles in the photo, are they real?

Sure.

We used those ones right there. So you know your way around antique weapons.

Look, I've already told you.

I may have pulled the trigger, and God knows I have to live with that for the

rest of my life.

But I didn't load the gun, and I have no idea who did.

No one is saying you did.

Aren't they?

This is Price.

I just got off the phone with the security company. Now, according to

record, someone turned off the house alarm at 2 .47 a .m.

David's office was entered two minutes after that, and then 16 minutes later,

someone reactivated the house alarm at 3 .05 a .m. So someone snuck into the

house and David's office in the middle of the night?

Yeah, looks like it.

You know what this means?

We're looking at murder.

My captain just spoke with the security company.

Somebody entered the house, turning off both this room's alarm and the house

alarm shortly before 3 a .m., just before the party, and then left shortly

thereafter. Do either one of you know anything about that?

No. Of course not.

Your father said only the immediate family knows the code to this room. We

have keys. We grew up here.

Maybe it was my dad entering the code.

That doesn't make sense to me. Why would your dad come home and then leave again

in the middle of the night? Exactly. He didn't. The house alarm was turned off

at 8 o 'clock in the morning without anyone opening the front door again.

That tells me that your father was probably still asleep upstairs while the

intruder came into the home.

Then he came down in the morning and turned the alarm off.

I can look for signs of forced entry, but if our intruder knows both of the

alarm codes, I don't think I'm going to find anything.

I need to know where everyone was at 3 a .m. Friday morning.

Starting with you.

Should I be calling my attorney?

If you'd like, but this is just a formality.

Look, nobody's pointing fingers, Douglas. We just need to know where you

Angela and everyone else at the party were for alibis.

I was at home sleeping.

Alone.

Yes. Can anyone confirm this?

You could talk to my cat, but otherwise... No.

Angela, what about you?

I love Ken, okay?

But my mom died.

It was all that I had.

I understand.

At 3 a .m., I was at home in bed with my husband, sleeping, obviously.

You can ask him.

Okay, we need to talk to Felicity.

She's with Colin.

What? They went riding.

She said she needs to get out of the house.

Colin didn't tell me that Felicity was going there.

Well... She stabled the horse at our place.

Colin and I have a ranch in Sonoma. I would take you there, but I'm not

comfortable leaving my father right now.

That's all right.

If you could just get us the address, we'll find them.

Yeah.

Nice little place.

Yeah.

It must be around here somewhere.

Look around.

It's beautiful.

It is.

Oh, I miss riding.

Those horses remind me of when I rode with the SFPD Mounted Division.

You rode with the Mounted Division? I didn't know that.

There are lots of things you don't know about me.

Felicity. Henry, Detective Price.

Is this a surprise?

What are you doing here?

Just looking for you and Colin.

I was just out riding with him.

I came back early. Is something wrong?

No, we just had a few more questions.

She's a beauty.

Rocky Mountain, huh?

You know your horses.

What's her name?

This is Lightning.

You want a petter? No, I'm good. Thank you.

Okay.

I know it must look strange to see me out here riding the day after last

night.

Riding is my escape, and I feel like if I don't keep moving or keep myself

occupied, I'm going to fall apart.

I can't believe Ken is gone.

It doesn't seem real.

I know what you're thinking.

I was a little hard on everyone at the party, but we're still family.

How long do you think Colin will be?

Maybe he stopped at the pond.

How far is the pond?

It's not far. It's up the trail.

Do you ride?

Mm -hmm. We could saddle up a couple of horses and we could go find him.

Yeah, I think that would be...

All good.

Maybe we should just walk.

Sure.

So, help me understand the disagreement over the family business.

Ken was in charge of the digital content side, is that right? Yeah. And I have

to admit, he'd made great strides. But as the CFO, I wasn't convinced he could

turn things around quickly enough.

Neither was Doug.

What did your dad think?

He was conflicted. He could see the numbers.

Our company has lost hundreds of millions in value, and he knew we were

trouble.

But I think selling his life's work was a little too much for him to accept.

Ken loved the business as much as my dad did, and my father trusted him.

It's not that he didn't trust Doug or I, it's just... Ken gave him a reason to

believe it wasn't over.

Yes.

So then what happens now?

I think the loss of Ken will be too much for my dad. He'll hand the reins over

to Douglas knowing we'll ultimately sell the business.

Colin?

Okay, easy, easy.

Colin. Careful, careful.

You okay?

Colin, what happened?

I don't know. I was galloping and all of a sudden my saddle came loose and I

went flying.

Let me see.

Oh, man.

The girth strap's been cut.

What?

You're lucky.

You could have been killed.

You might want to get that looked at.

I spoke with the employee who saddled your horse.

He says he didn't notice anything wrong with the saddle and doesn't know how

this happened.

You didn't believe him?

Yeah, the cut was hidden.

I think it's very possible for someone to have missed it.

I know everyone on this ranch. No one here is responsible for this.

Do you know who, then?

No idea.

Here, let me take a look at that.

Yeah, I think you're maybe going to need some stitches.

And you should probably get those ribs looked at. Let me take you to the

hospital. I can drive myself.

Suit yourself.

Uh, before we take off, I need to know where you both were at 3 a .m. on

I was at home.

In bed with my wife.

I was at home.

Alone.

So, is it just me or... Or something going on between those two?

Hey, Nolan. I'm with Henry. What's up? Hi, guys.

I just emailed you the autopsy report, and as I suspected, I found hemorrhaging

in the brain signifying hydrostatic shock, which was caused by a large bore

bullet entering the victim's heart at close range.

The mustard ball was a .45 caliber.

Thanks. Anything else? Just one more thing.

Something odd.

I found trace amounts of oatmeal in the entry wound.

Of what?

Yeah, I didn't know what it was at first, but it's oatmeal.

And cooked, if you're wondering.

What do you make of that?

I don't know. It's a first for me.

All right, thanks, Nolan. I'll let you know if I have any follow -up questions.

So, where to now?

Time for a history lesson.

Okay, well, first off with these, you don't use a traditional blank like with

modern gun.

To create the puff of smoke, you first load gunpowder down the barrel, and then

you create an airtight seal around it.

And how do you do that?

Some people like to use bits of styrofoam egg carton. Push down the

a ramrod. You could also use cotton or wool.

What about oatmeal?

You've done your homework.

I've heard oatmeal work equally as well.

Now, once you've created that field, you have a very small explosion without a

projectile. Looks and sounds very realistic.

And if you did accidentally load, oh, I don't know, let's say a blank of oatmeal

on top of a loaded musket ball, Would the gun still fire correctly?

Oh, you bet it would. A little plug of oatmeal will not stop the bullet.

You know, we should go riding sometime.

You sure? You seemed a little jumpy around the horses.

Please, I was not jumpy. Oh, okay.

It just startled me is all. By making a noise?

Well, a loud noise.

So, then I had to make a decision.

Do I cuff the guy or do I at least let him get dressed?

What did you do?

What do you think?

I let him get dressed.

Hey, guys.

Oh, hey.

There he is.

Dad, what are you doing here?

Dad.

We finished at the food festival a little earlier than expected.

Yeah, and I wanted to see where you volunteer.

Consult. Wait, your dad's in town?

I can't believe you didn't tell us your dad was a cop.

And he's a cop.

But, Maggie, I was going to... You must be Maggie.

Jim Ross.

How do you do? Nice to meet you.

Henry's told me... Next to nothing about me?

Something like that.

Maggie, this is the Jim Ross from the 39th Precinct. Not Officer Ross who

stopped a bank robbery in progress. Using only a pen.

Yep. The one and only.

Has he told you the one about delivering the triplets on the Bay Bridge yet?

That's a real crowd pleaser as well.

Look, I'm sorry I barged in.

I should let you people get back to work, huh?

It was so good. Nice meeting you. Great for stopping by. Thanks.

Your dad was wondering about dinner. He offered to cook tonight.

I will cook.

Got it.

It was nice seeing you all.

It's good to see you again, Lucy.

Stop by anytime.

I'd be happy to. All right.

Bye.

Well, it's great meeting you, Maggie.

Henry, I will see you later.

Yeah.

Well, I guess we should get you guys up to speed. Look, Maggie, I was... We're

working here, Henry.

I don't want to do this anymore.

I just want out. It's too late for that.

Felicity, please.

Stephen, if you think you're in trouble now, I will make sure it only gets worse

for you.

I mean it.

Just get me what I need.

So, we just spent some time with an antique weapons dealer over in Potrero.

walked us through how a flintlock works, and after speaking with him, we now

know that it's possible for the weapon to have been loaded before David loaded

the blank and still fire.

Yeah, the barrels on these pistols are long and narrow and hard to see down, so

David definitely wouldn't have noticed, which means that our suspicions were

correct in that whoever entered David's office at 3 a .m. loaded the pistol

knowing he probably wouldn't be discovered, but that it would still fire

the reenactment.

So, we know the how and the when, we just don't know who.

Henry has a theory.

Oh, can I go now?

Be my guest.

Okay.

Yeah, I've been wondering about Felicity.

We surprised her at Colin's ranch, but she is definitely holding something

It takes one to know one.

While we were there, somebody cut through Colin's saddle before his

ride, and he fell. Do you think that's related to the case?

We don't know if it is or not. What we do know is Felicity was acting nervous,

and we definitely noticed some tension between she and Colin.

She also mentioned that Angela is jealous of their relationship.

Do you think they're having an affair?

Could be.

So maybe Angela cut the saddle and sent him a message.

Well, you've been doing this long enough to know that the quiet ones may always

surprise you.

So how much do we know about Colin?

Well, he's an entrepreneur. He's obviously done very well for himself. I

that he started in Silicon Valley, made some money with a tech startup, and then

used those funds to start his health food company, Watershed. I'm going to

into him further tonight, and Felicity. Why don't you guys keep running down

alibis? Sorry, I've got to get some food. I haven't eaten since breakfast.

You could grab an early dinner at my house. That's all right. Not just a

bite. No, thanks.

Does it mean yours are getting chilly in here?

Definitely sends some tension in there. Yeah. Yeah. Very funny. Keep it. I love

that. Great routine. Yeah. Very funny.

Someone's in the dog house.

Hate to be Henry today.

Okay. What's going on?

Nothing. I'm just going to get a bite to eat.

Obviously, you're angry at me. Why would I be angry?

That sounds like a trick question.

Look, you want your space. Keep it with me. Give you your space. Who said

anything about space?

Why else wouldn't you bother telling me that your dad's in town?

What's that?

I just... What? Forgot?

You haven't spoken to this man in years. You don't think I might be interested

in the fact that he's here? Of course I knew you'd be interested. That's why I

didn't tell you.

Wait, wait.

That didn't sound right.

Nice, Henry.

Forget it. Never mind.

No, I know that one. Never mind never means never mind. I'm going home.

Look, Maggie, my dad and I, we can be oil and water, and I didn't want you to

feel uncomfortable, but the truth of the matter is that I want you to meet him.

I really do.

Look, come to my house.

Get to know my dad. I want you to.

Do you?

Yes.

Because somehow I've ended up in the doghouse and I don't know any way out

except to invite you over and just, you know, dazzle you with my cooking.

Please.

You're good at that.

Oh, dazzling.

Mm -hmm.

Takes one to know one.

So you'll come.

Mmm. Smells so delicious.

Mm -hmm.

Here you go.

Thank you.

Thank you. Mm -hmm.

Can I offer you a glass of wine?

Ah, water will be fine, thank you.

I don't drink.

That's new.

Actually, it's been two years now.

Hmm.

So, Jim, do you like to cook?

I love to cook.

You know, I like to think that Henry picked up a thing or two from the old

That's funny, Dad. I don't remember you teaching me anything in the kitchen.

So, Maggie, how long have you been a detective?

Nearly ten years.

Ten years?

I wanted to be a detective, too, you know.

Well, that was always the plan, anyway.

Well, after Henry's mother passed away, I was raising him on my own on a cop's

salary. There was no way I could, you know, spend the time and money to get

training and take those tests. So I stayed a beat cop.

Worked overtime every chance I got.

It was hard to be around as much as I would have liked. And yet...

There always seemed to be enough time and money for you to go out to the bar

with your buddies after work, right?

What, a guy can't go out with his buddies on a Saturday night? No, that

have been fine. It's the other six nights of the week where it might have

nice to have you around the house. Six nights?

Come on. It wasn't that bad.

All right.

All right, all right.

You know, maybe I needed to be around people after your mother was gone.

Yeah.

So did I.

Dinner's almost ready. Who's hungry?

It's hot.

Thank you, my dear.

You're welcome.

Are you sure you want me to go?

I could spend the night in my old room.

No, no, no. I'll be fine.

You go on home and get some rest.

Okay.

I'm just going to do some tidying up in the kitchen and then I'll head out.

All right.

Thanks, Angela. Good night.

Night, Donna.

Douglas and Felicity are upstairs keeping Dad comfortable right now.

The paramedic said it wasn't a heart attack.

It's a little angina.

Okay. I went back in to make sure that he took his heart medication and I found

him on the floor.

I'm so sorry that I called you guys. I just overreacted. Oh, no, no, no. We

understand.

With Ken being shot and then Colin's saddle being cut and that this... I feel

like I'm going a little crazy.

Angela, is there anything you want to tell us?

It's fine, honestly.

I'm just on edge.

Maggie, wait a second.

I know how we can confirm at least one alibi.

How's that?

This is Doug's Tesla.

I've read that Tesla will cooperate with the police investigation by giving

detailed reports about a car's location history.

If Doug was at home at 3 a .m., like he said he was, His car should have been,

too.

Hmm. I knew there was a reason I keep you around.

Uh -huh.

Hey, listen.

Do you mind if we take a little detour before going home? I promise you it'll

worth it.

It better be.

I have tried every gelato place in the city.

Of course you have. And this guy makes it best by far.

White chocolate banana fig for me.

And for you... I have to guess.

Strawberry.

With a little basil?

Oh, she's learning.

And maybe a little touch of turmeric?

You should probably quit while you're at it. Just stop right there.

Fair enough.

I've been meaning to tell you something.

For the last couple of months, I've been seeing this woman.

Okay. She's smart and funny and caring and extremely

beautiful. Wow, she sounds amazing.

Yeah, she's okay. A little bossy.

Gotta tell you.

Anyway, I somehow made the mistake and made her think that I wasn't sharing

things about myself because I didn't care about her.

Which couldn't be further from the truth.

Well, I think that if she's as smart as you say she is, that... She probably

understands that now.

Good.

You know, my mom threw the best birthday parties.

Really? Yeah, yeah. She always did it up big. I remember one year, I couldn't

decide on what cake flavor I wanted. So she brought home four different birthday

cakes. Oh, wow.

Yeah. She sounds wonderful.

Yeah, she was.

I turned 13.

a couple of months after she died.

And I asked my dad not to do anything special.

And laying low on my birthday became something of a habit, I guess.

I get it.

You know, my dad and I were close, but I still regret the things that I never

had a chance to say before he died.

Your dad's reaching out.

Don't leave anything unresolved.

Hi. Hi.

I was going to call you.

I'm sorry about yesterday. I never should have gotten into it. It's all

I get it.

Do you want to come in?

Actually, if you're not busy, I'd like to show you something.

Thank you. You're welcome.

Thank you for speaking with me again.

Of course. I'm happy to help with whatever you need.

I wanted to ask you about Felicity.

She was jumpy yesterday when I saw her at the stables. Do you have any idea

No.

Is she having an affair with your husband?

I don't know.

But you suspect.

Angela, the reason I'm asking is because...

I'm wondering if you're the one who cut Colin's saddle.

No, of course not.

We're not in a great place.

Colin's so wrapped up in work.

All he cares about.

I see.

That can happen.

We used to have so much fun together.

Skiing and boating and traveling.

And then Colin sold our Aspen home and our sailboat without even telling me.

when I asked him why, he just accused me of being spoiled.

Couldn't understand that it wasn't about the possessions. It was about spending

time together.

You recognize the place?

Yeah. This is the diner we used to come to with Mom.

Of course. This was her favorite place.

She'd always order the blueberry pancakes.

That's right.

The guys from the station used to come here, too.

Then the recession hit.

The neighborhood went under.

I've been talking to the owner of this building. He's offering an attractive

lease. You want to start a business?

I want to open something like that old diner.

The equipment is still in place, and I know the guys from the station would

back here.

I think this could be a golden opportunity.

Right. So you need what?

Money?

No.

No, I don't need any money.

Your Aunt Susan died. She left me her house down in San Diego.

Spent the last two years fixing it up and recently sold it.

I always wanted to do something.

Special with the money.

And I thought that, you know, moving back here and starting over, that'd give

a chance to start over as well.

Listen, Dad, I... No, hear me out, will you?

I know I wasn't the best father to you. You have every right to be angry.

I wish I could change things, Henry.

But I want you to know that I have followed your career from day one.

All of it.

I am so proud of you.

I mean it.

Thank you.

So, listen,

I mean, I don't know if you'd be interested in this idea, but I was kind

thinking that maybe we could partner together on this, on the diner.

What? I need you to consult on everything.

The menu, the decor, benders.

Dad, how could we be partners?

I mean, think about it. We can't even be in the same room without driving each

other crazy. How could... Well, maybe it's time we learned how.

Dad, listen.

I really appreciate the gesture. I mean, I really do.

But I don't think this would work.

I'm sorry.

It's just an idea I had.

Sold it without even telling me.

Hello?

Hello? I just sent it.

Let me check.

Perfect.

Felicity, you realize you're hurting people.

You should have done that a long time ago.

Mom, come on. We're going to be late.

Okay, I'm coming. I'm coming. You're the only child I know who wants to get to

school early.

Who's that?

No one.

Kate.

Am I too nosy?

What?

Maybe a little.

But I'm pretty sure that's your job, isn't it?

I don't know.

You didn't exactly come with a manual.

I'm just saying, you know, if you need more space, I could do that.

To a degree.

A small degree.

A tiny degree.

It's nice to know that you're always looking out for me.

Thank you.

I wouldn't want to be smothered by anybody else.

Thank you.

Okay, so are you going to make me drag it out of you?

His name is Trevor.

Oh, good name.

I know.

He just moved here, so I'm just getting to know him, but he's really smart and

funny. He loves old movies, and he's on the basketball team. Oh, boy. A smart

and funny jock who loves old movies?

He sounds like trouble.

You'd like him.

Then find him over.

I will.

But only if you promise you won't grill him.

Who, me?

Oh, I won't grill him. I'm running a background check on him.

He wouldn't be you if he didn't.

Hey, Captain, what's up?

Just received the tracking information on Douglas with Tesla.

You are not going to believe where he was at 3 a .m. the night before the

murder.

Your side door was unlocked. I should have knocked it.

Is everything okay with you?

You've been acting strange for weeks.

Have I?

Yes, actually.

You have.

You want to tell me what's going on?

Nothing's going on.

If you know something about Ken's murder, you need to tell me.

Careful. What a strange thing to say.

Of course I don't know anything.

Okay.

Do you want a band -aid for that?

I'm fine. It's nothing.

I'll see you later.

Thanks for the coffee.

3145. Okay, so Doug's Tesla was parked right here at 3 a .m.

Obviously, he didn't want to be seen sneaking into his dad's house just down

street. We already know he has a key and knows both alarm codes.

Or he wasn't going to David's house at all.

He said 3145, right? Yeah.

Let's see if she has any theories.

Morning.

Warning. I'm Detective Ross. This is Detective Price.

We're looking into Ken Weston's death.

How can I help?

Detective.

Thank you. Welcome.

I still can't believe it.

Ken was such a lovely person.

I met him a few times at David's holiday parties.

I can't imagine what David must be going through. The whole family is pretty

shaken up.

Especially Douglas.

He must blame himself, you know, even though it was an accident.

Only it wasn't. It was premeditated.

Somebody broke into David's home and office at 3 o 'clock in the morning the

night before the party.

They loaded the pistol with a real bullet.

As you can imagine, 3 a .m. alibis are not easy to come by.

But what we do know is that Doug's car was parked in front of your house at the

same time that the perpetrator was breaking into David's office.

Did you happen to see or hear anything?

No, I didn't.

Beth, you're the woman who was arguing with Doug on the patio at the party,

aren't you?

Are you two having an affair?

If someone were to come forward, With an alibi, would it be public knowledge?

We could be discreet.

Then thanks, Detective Ross.

Lucky guess.

Detective Price.

Maggie, it's Felicity Weston. I need to speak with you. It's urgent.

Hi, Felicity.

Where are you?

I just left my house. I can be at the precinct in 20 minutes.

Okay, sure. Yeah, I can meet you then.

Okay, bye.

So we just lost our number one suspect.

Are you kidding me?

Stupid vending machine. I was trying to get a granola bar.

Douglas was having an affair with the neighbor. She claims that she was with

all night long.

And you believe her? She could be covering for him. Well, it's a soft

she was reluctant to give us the information, so I'm inclined to believe

You wouldn't.

I paid Angela a little visit yesterday. She told me that Colin sold their Aspen

home and their boat without telling her.

Champagne problems.

But she's lying, because I decided to do a little research, and I looked up the

cabin and the yacht, and they are both in Angela's name, and they are both

repossessed by the bank. In fact, I have her signature on the paperwork right

there. So, Mr. Moneybags wasn't doing as well as we thought. And if you're lying

about your finances, what else are you lying about?

Exactly.

So good.

In here, I thought you changed.

Another thing you don't know about me, sometimes I eat these things when you're

not around.

Detective Price.

What hospital?

Hey.

Hey. Doctor just spoke with a family in the waiting room.

They've placed Felicity in a medically induced coma to try to reduce the

swelling in her brain.

Next 24 hours are critical.

What are you doing?

David gave me Felicity's cell phone, so I've been looking through her emails and

recent calls.

I need to ask David about a couple of these names, like this one here, Steve

Saunders. Do you know who that is?

No idea.

What about this guy, John Burgess?

Actually, yes, I do know that name.

I just read an article about him. He's the, um... Yeah, he's the CEO of a

company that owns a bunch of magazines.

They're not as big as David's company, but they have apparently been on a bit

a buying spree lately.

Oh, come on. You're not even a little impressed? I pulled that out of thin

Go, Monroe.

I think I found something.

What is it?

It looks like someone punctured the brake lines of Felicity's car.

Are you sure?

Well, I'm no mechanic, but I know a punctured brake line when I see one.

Is CSI there yet? No, not yet, but I'll send the report over once they've swept

her prints.

I want you to assign an officer to guard Felicity's room. I want her watched 24

-7 until we know whoever did this.

Okay, I'm on it.

I got these off of Felicity's phone.

The CFO of Colin's company, Steve Saunders, emailed them to her.

They're copies of Watershed's financial statements.

One said it's real, the other is a fake.

There's a $50 million difference here.

Colin gave every appearance of being successful, while secretly being

for the help.

Okay, but what does this have to do with Ken?

Okay, stick with me on this, all right? What if...

Colin and Angela killed Ken, knowing that with him gone, David would likely

in to Douglas and Felicity's wish to sell the publishing business, right?

It's worth hundreds of millions of dollars. If David's children inherit

everything, Angela gets a tidy sum to bail Colin out.

No, I don't know, Maggie.

I've known Angela for years. She just doesn't seem the type to me.

Just received the credit card activity you asked for.

Two red flags right off the bat.

A reservation for a private check and a hotel reservation in the Cayman Islands,

both made on Angela Wesson's credit card yesterday.

Interesting time to be taking a vacation.

All right, but think about it, okay?

David owns 100 % of his company. Angela's not going to inherit anything

company is sold.

Unless...

Unless her father were to die.

We'd like to see Colin Miller.

I'm sorry, Mr. Miller's working from home today. Is there something I can

you with?

This is a warrant to search the premises.

I'd like to speak with Steve Saunders.

Right this way.

Uh, Mr. Saunders?

Detective Price, SFPD. I believe you know Felicity Weston.

The company bled money from day one.

But instead of listening to me, or anyone else, Colin refused to step back

address his costs.

So when did you start keeping the second set of books?

Uh, three years ago.

Colin made me keep a second ledger.

A fake that we would show to the banks.

Colin would be borrowing money from one bank to pay another. He thought he could

buy his way out of the hole he had dug.

By the time that I realized he wouldn't be able to, I tried to leave.

I did.

But she threatened to pin everything on me.

She?

Angela.

She found out about everything.

She said she would go straight to the police and tell them it was all my idea.

Why didn't Angela go to her dad for help?

Because what we were doing, it was illegal.

So was that when you reached out to Felicity?

No, she came to me.

We know each other. She had heard a rumor that Watershed was holding an

unusually high level of debt.

Felicity said she needed proof of what Colin was doing for something else she

was involved in. So I gave her whatever she wanted. I just wanted out.

Hey.

Look at this.

No label.

That's weird.

Does Colin take any medication?

Not that I know of.

Do you recognize what they are?

No. How about you?

No idea.

Well, there's an easy way to find out.

This isn't over.

But you're doing the right thing by cooperating.

These are trioxopan. It's a heart medication.

Are you sure?

Of course. You see that tiny imprint?

That's the pill identifier telling you the drug and manufacturer.

It treats conditions like high blood pressure, angina, hypertension,

some arrhythmias. Okay, so if someone who's supposed to be on that medication

stopped taking it, would that be dangerous?

Every situation is different, but in some cases...

Yeah. Could be fatal.

Okay, just one more thing.

Do you happen to recognize either of these two people?

She was just in last week. Picked up her father's trioxopan.

Hello? David, it's Henry.

Are you still at the hospital?

Uh, no.

No, there's been no change with Felicity, so I decided to come home and

rest. Is everything all right?

Can you take out one of your heart pills?

It should be a red pill with the letter T stamped on one side.

Okay. Hang on a second.

That's odd.

I mean, the pills look the same, but there's no mark on them.

Okay, David, I need you to go see your doctor right away and tell him you may

not have been taking the right medication for some time. I'll explain

I see you, but will you do that for me right now?

Oh, yes, of course. Okay, I'll call you later.

Thank you.

So Colin and Angela are trying to kill her stepfather by swapping out his

medication. But then why keep the trioxin?

Because after David had a fatal heart attack, they'd have to switch the pills

back to avoid any suspicion, right? It would just look like a regular heart

attack.

Let's go find him.

What is going on?

We know everything, Angela.

Colin's secretary just called and said that you had been into the office.

And then he went crazy.

I've never seen him like this.

Where is he now?

He went into the stables. I don't know why.

You stay with her. Don't let her out of your sight.

What is happening, Henry?

Yeah, I want the jet fueled and ready to go in 40 minutes. I'm on my way.

have to believe me i admit i committed fraud but killing ken i loved ken i

never do anything to hurt him ever you've known me for years you really

that i am capable of something like that we have enough proof to know that you

either did it together or call and act it alone

He was a bad monkey, the first I ever knew.

We have proof that Colin's been swapping out your father's medication for some

time.

He's the one that killed Ken.

And he needed your father gone to get at your inheritance.

He was going to make it look like a heart attack. Is my father okay?

He's fine.

He's okay.

Listen to me, Angela.

Can I trust you that you're not going to run?

Yes, of course.

go.

God, are you kidding me?

Sorry about the tires.

Hope you got triple A.

That's funny.

The guy who brought a pitchfork to a gunfight.

Let's toss it.

Toss!

Where's Maggie?

She's detained.

Now give me your car keys.

I don't have the keys. It's Maggie's car.

She doesn't let me drive.

It's over, Colin. Drop your weapon. Put your hands behind your head.

I said drop the weapon!

I'm warning you, Detective, I will shoot.

Even if you pull that trigger, I'm going to get one shot off.

And I promise you, I am deadly accurate.

Your call.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!

I believe you would take a bullet, Maggie.

But would you let Henry take one?

Shoot him.

What? I'm not kidding, Detective.

I said shoot him.

But just so you know, if you pull that trigger, I will shoot you.

I barely grazed your shoulder, Colin. Consider yourself lucky.

You let him shoot me. He didn't shoot you.

Yeah, but he tried, and you let him.

Henry, like every cop, I keep the chamber empty.

I could tell by the chamber indicator that he hadn't loaded a raft.

Oh. Colin Miller, you have the right to remain silent. Anything you say or do

can and will be used against you in a court of law.

Once we told Colin that forensics had swept his place and found gunpowder on

cuff of one of his jackets, powder that matched the residue on the murder

weapon, he caved. He confessed everything.

He used Angela's key to get into the mansion and, of course, knew both alarm

codes from watching her use them over the years.

Why didn't Felicity come to us right away?

Felicity didn't know what was going on right away. So a few months ago, she

began hearing rumors that Colin's business was in trouble. Then she heard

John Burgess that Colin had secretly been floating the idea that David's

company would soon be up for sale.

That didn't make any sense to her. She knew Ken would never sell the family

business. So when Ken's death started to look less and less like an accident...

She confronted Colin at his ranch.

She didn't have a smoking gun, but she spooked him. Which is why he cut his own

saddle, to throw us off.

It wasn't until Sondra shared the two sets of books with her that Felicity

she had enough to share with us.

Interesting.

Good work, you two.

Henry, I think you missed your calling.

You hear that? She said I missed my calling.

I wouldn't go that far. Oh, come on, you gotta admit, I'm pretty good. Mm -hmm.

Maybe now I can get that badge. Henry, you are not getting a badge.

Oh, I'm so happy to hear that, David.

Give my best to Felicity, will you?

Okay. You too.

Bye -bye.

So Felicity is going to be okay?

She's out of the coma and it looks like she's going to be just fine. Oh, good.

I'm happy to hear that.

Are you ready for your non -party?

Excuse me.

I'm glad you're here.

I've been thinking more about your idea.

Okay.

I think you're right.

I think opening up the diner again is a great opportunity, and you are the

perfect person to do it. I'd be happy to help you with it.

Really? Yeah.

I was thinking of a name. I'm calling it Molly's.

It's perfect.

She would have liked it.

Yeah.

Come on.

Did I ever tell you about my first kiss?

I don't believe you have. Oh.

Well, Bon Jovi was playing on the stereo.

I was wearing a white suit with a blue T -shirt because... Because you were Don

Johnson on Miami Vice?

Uh, no.

Because it was the sixth grade dance and my crush, Sophie Wilkerson.

And agreed to be my date.

Oh, big moment.

Mm -hmm, indeed.

And? And what's that?

Well, she had braces.

But other than that, I gotta tell you, that's pretty good.

Oh, really?

Mm -hmm.

I see.

Hmm.

Better than me.

I'm gonna need more evidence.

Then I'll just be missing person cases.

Kelly Martin is back in a new Haley Dean mystery.

Have you ever heard of a dating app called King and Max? A dating app? Where

first date? I met my new guy on it.

Could be your last.

She was stabbed in the chest.

We're looking for a serial killer. There's no sign of Sabrina. And she's

answering her cell phone. And he's still out there.