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Oh! I'll do the next few.

Come on. Oh!

- Did you get it?
- Yes!

Oh!

Excuse me.

Oh God-- Do you need something?

Do you have a
right to be in here?

Yeah, this is our
husband's unit.

We have a key, don't we?

Mm-hm.

Okay, we need to get
out of here right now.

What--

This is good.

Well, there it is, the money.

-And the file.
-Bingo.

Uh, hey, Kris.

What?

Grant's here.

Here? As in
here-
here?

As in, in the conference room

of the office we are
currently in right now.

Oh my God.

I told him I would have the
designs done by end-of-day!

What is he, checking up on me?

Great.

Gotcha.

What are you doing here?

Surprise! I'm back early.

Way early. I missed you.

You little sneak!

Ah, don't blame her.
I made her do it.

I can't believe you're here.

Let's get lunch.

Come on, knock off
for the afternoon.

Oh, honey, I wish I could,

but I said I'd have
this cover done

by end of day and
I'm not even close.

All right. All right, all right.

We'll eat and then I'll be
outta your hair. Promise.

I was hoping we could talk.

They didn't renew my
contract, per my request.

Wait, what?

I'd had enough.

I wanna be with
you all the time.

Wait, is that even safe
to just leave? Can you--

I talked to my director.

We're good. Well,
they're a little upset.

Didn't wanna lose
his best asset.

Can't believe you'll
be here all the time.

It's like I'll actually
have a real husband now.

Hmm?

And I can't wait to wake up
next to you every morning.

So, no more trips.

Unless you wanna go
somewhere together.

Tokyo, Milan, Paris.

We can even buy that
house in Hayden Island

that we always talked about.

Wait, so you
seriously wanna move?

Just a thought.

I want a fresh start, you know?

New sites, new
sounds, clean slate.

I don't know, honey, I
gotta think about that.

I mean, I have the business.
I have a staff now.

It's the age of remote work.
People want flexibility now.

I mean, Brandy could
run the office.

You know, she'd
jumped at the chance.

Come on, you always wanted to
live in Portland,

so let's do it.

Life is too short.

We can even have that baby
we always talked about.

I mean, wouldn't Oregon be a
great place to raise a family?

We'll talk about it over dinner.

The most important thing
is I'm here now with you.

Sure.

Yeah.

No, it's decided. I'm done.

No, nothing will
convince me. Nothing.

And if you show up here, it
will not go well for you.

This phone bricks in an
hour. Nice knowing you.

Holy-- How did you get in here?

What are you--

Oh? Ritchie?

Ritchie?

Is it done?

How do you feel?

I just feel... numb.

I'm sure it took courage.

It was just something
that had to be done.

So the only
thing you noticed missing

was his laptop and
his cell phone?

None of your jewelry?

Not that I saw. But I
didn't do an inventory.

Tell me about your
husband's job, Ms. Holland.

Uh, when he got out
of The Air Force,

he went straight to
work for the government.

Federal? State?

Federal. He did aid work.

For?

The federal government.

I really don't know
any more than that.

But you've been married
for over two years.

He was gone a lot.

And when he was here,
we focused on us.

Was there any infidelity
in the marriage?

No, no. Not at all.

Did you argue a lot? Fighting?

I know you probably
hear this a lot

but we really didn't.

The fact that he
traveled so much for work, it...

kept things fresh for us.

I mean, sure, we
had our moments.

Uh, okay, but there's no
violence, no hitting,

no screaming, things like that?

Absolutely not!

Okay.

Again, I'm--
I'm sorry for your loss.

I have to ask you
this, Ms. Holland,

do you know who
killed your husband?

No.

You sure you don't
want the bed upstairs?

I think I'd rather be
down here, thank you.

Have you talked to any
of Ritchie's family yet?

I wouldn't even
know where to start.

He was an only child,

and... his parents died
when he was young.

What is it?

His job.

His work.

The aid stuff?

If I tell you what
I'm about to say,

can I trust that you won't
repeat it to anyone ever?

I promise.

Ritchie worked in intelligence.

It was a job he
couldn't talk about.

I don't know where he
went on these trips.

It wasn't aid work.

There were missions.
Covert ones.

He went right into it
after the military,

and he was on strict orders

not to share any details
with me for my own safety.

Wait, Ritchie was a spy?

I know some of these
trips were overseas,

but that's all he could tell me.

And he said in the event
something were to happen to him,

not to tell anyone. Not
even law enforcement.

But you told
me.

And I'm sorry,
I just--

I couldn't hold it in anymore,

I felt like I was gonna explode.

And you think that
maybe someone killed him...

because of his work?

For what he knew.

I'm really scared,

and I miss him, Brandy.

I just can't believe I'm
never gonna see him again.

Oh, come here.

- Hey, Will.
- Hey.

I, uh--
I'll leave if you want me to.

I just wanted to stop by
and tell you that I'm,

I'm so, so sorry,

and that I'm here for you.

Yeah.

I uh-- I tried to call.

I saw. I'm sorry, I
just couldn't right now.

Yeah. Well, Brandy told
me that you were here

so I had to stop by to
make sure you were okay.

Well, I'm not really.

Yeah, I know.

Do the cops-- Do they
have any idea who--

Mm-mm.

Hey, do you wanna get
some fresh air with me?

Just once around the block.

Okay.

This doesn't even feel real.

I can only imagine.

Hey, if the cops ask you--

I won't say a word.

Thanks.

I think we both know
that was a mistake...

and it looks bad for me.

I loved Ritchie.

Just don't want the
police thinking otherwise.

Say no more, all right?

This stays between us.

Hey and-- Hey, you know I'd do
anything for you, Kris.

You know that, right? Anything.

Hi. I need you to call me back.

I have to know if you're gonna
be at Skye's birthday party.

Look, I know I said some things.

I want you to be there.

Just call me back, okay?

Kris will be out for a while.

I want her to have
the time she needs,

so I will be acting
CEO until then.

Anything Kris typically
handles, just come to me with.

Kris! Hey!

Are you okay?

I had to get out.

Yes.

So sorry to bother you.

Someone is here to see you.

I would've turned her away, but
she said it's about Ritchie.

-Cassie.
-Kris.

Thank you for seeing me.

I didn't expect you
to actually be here.

I'm sorry. Who are you?

Cassie Kemp. I'm
Ritchie's sister.

I'm so sorry, I had no
idea Ritchie
had
a sister

And I had no idea he had a
wife

until the police told
me you found his body.

I'm sorry you went through that.

You live nearby?

Florida.

But I've been living
with our mom in Smyrna

for a few months.

She's very ill.

Wait, Ritchie's mother
lives in
Smyrna?

He told me she passed.

She's very much alive.

Although I don't think she
has a lot of time left.

Dementia, nonverbal.

I'm not sure she's aware
of what's going on,

but I haven't even told
her yet about Ritchie.

I'm so sorry. What's her name?

Dorothy. Dot.

That's Mom and Ritchie at
his high school graduation.

Could you tell me what
happened yesterday?

Sure. Ritchie had come
by here, surprised me,

and when I went home,
that's when I found him.

He had just started
making his dinner.

Well, I'd like to be
involved in the arrangements,

but only if you're
comfortable with that.

Would do you like to come
over tonight and meet our mom?

Yeah, of course.

Why would he tell
me his mom's dead

and she lives 30 minutes away?

And his sister, do you think
he was embarrassed of me?

Kris, stop. That man adored you.

Maybe he was hiding them from
you. Maybe they're crazy.

Yeah.

Ritchie was just
a secretive dude.

Even yesterday,
having me trick you?

Yeah, that had a point though.

-Did it?
-It was sweet.

Did she know about his job?

She didn't mention it and
I didn't say anything.

Hmm.

Well, someone should be
reaching out to you soon, right?

The government
will be concerned.

Unless it was the
government that killed him.

You don't really think that.

Do you have a more
plausible suspect?

I don't wanna say
this too strongly,

but I think the cops
need to look at Will.

He called me about 97 times
last night looking for you,

and he's the first person I
can think of who's delighted

that Ritchie is
out of your life.

I don't think he has it in him.

Hey, come on in.

Mom, this is Kris,
Ritchie's wife.

Hello, Mrs... Kemp?

That boy loved the water.

Was he still like that?

Um, yeah, he really
enjoyed the beach.

- We went to Hilton Head a lot.
- Mm.

I'm glad he found you.

You two were happy
together, right?

We were.

I really loved your brother.

We should definitely
use this one.

Aw.

Um, listen.

You don't
have to answer this.

I just wondered,

you and Dot-- When
was the last time

you actually talked to Ritchie?

I wasn't sure how
to tell you this

or whether to tell you at all,

and I wanna be clear,

I don't expect anything
from you, okay?

About eight years
ago, Ritchie called,

said he'd gotten
into some trouble.

He needed money, bad.

I helped him.

Mom did too. More
than she should have.

She cleared out her entire 401k.

And after that,
Ritchie vanished.

And Mom was so sure he would
come back, return the money,

but we haven't heard
from him since then.

And now with me taking
care of Mom full-time,

we're barely getting by.

He took
everything,
Kris.

Justin, what do you got?

We got a nine millimeter
semi-automatic,

consistent with a murder weapon.

I found these women's gloves
that have some blood on 'em.

You've got all that down there?

-Yes, sir.
-Beautiful. Just beautiful.

Put a rush on analysis.
Let's go, let's go.

Jennifer, the party
planner has a question for you.

Thank you.

Let's do the lighting up there.

I think that'll be better.

Missing his own
daughter's birthday party,

it's unforgivable.

What shall I say
if someone asks?

Tell them the truth.

He's an absentee father

who doesn't care
about his own family.

There was one other thing.

Does this vehicle
look familiar to you?

It doesn't look like
something anyone I know

would drive.

As I thought.

It was parked across the
way for over an hour.

Strange. Probably
nothing though.

It was out of place.

So I got the license
plate number just in case.

You're paranoid, Clyde,

just as my head of
security should be.

You can't
find his bank logins?

No, I have to petition
the probate court

to get control of it.

If
there's money, I should
give them some, right?

Wait,
your
money's
in there, right?

- Yeah.
- Thank goodness.

Honestly, this tracks.

Well, what does
that
mean?

I always thought
Ritchie was shady.

I mean, he wanted us to
sell the business so bad,

he could work that
into a conversation

about a local sushi
place, I swear.

I'm sorry. My only
concern is you.

I know.

Anything from the cops?
They talked to Will?

If so, they're definitely
not sharing it with me.

You need to tell them, Kris,

about how bad he wants you back

and what happened between y'all

in case they find out, you

want them to have
heard it from you.

Right, tell them how
I slept with my ex

while married to Ritchie?

Girl,
hell
no!

And Will's not gonna
say anything either.

It happened once,
it was nothing.

Did Ritchie find out?

What if will killed him though?

I think that one time
opened a door in his mind

getting back with you.

I mean, he's an
angry, impulsive guy.

He drinks like a fish.

The cops at least need to
see if he has an alibi.

It had something
to do with his job.

That's much more plausible.

I need to get the
damn house back.

Surely you're not thinking
about staying there.

No, no, I just need
to check something.

This clock.

You want to check a clock?

Yeah, it's the only thing

Ritchie brought
when he moved in.

Just some suitcases
and this basic clock.

He liked it. I didn't
think too much of it,

but now I keep thinking back
to how weird it really was.

This stupid clock,

but there's definitely
something to it.

Well, the body should be
released by Wednesday.

At least that's
what they tell me.

There's one last thing.

Ms. Kemp, I received
your request

for military honors
at the memorial.

The thing is, the VA
says they have no record

of your brother serving
in The Air Force.

How is that possible?

I visited him at
the base in college,

I saw him in his uniform.

I did too, at least in photos.

Oh, I'm sorry.

I, I had them double check.

Richard John Kemp never
served in any branch

of the military.

What are you doing?
You following me?

I was going to your house

and I spotted you on your
way out of the neighborhood.

But I need to know what you
were doing Thursday night

for my own sense of peace.

Oh, I see. You back
in busy body mode,

and now you think I shot him.

Kris called me half an hour ago

and said that Ritchie's story

about being in the
military was bogus.

-You're an ex-Marine--
-
Former
Marine.

Well, maybe you found out

and stolen valor
was the final straw.

What are you talking about?

Maybe you couldn't
stand the idea of Kris

being with Ritchie.

I know you wanted to reconcile,

which is never going to
happen, by the way, ever.

You don't know a
damn thing about us!

Hey, what the hell?

I was at a meeting
Thursday night, okay?

At night? You are
a terrible liar.

An
AA
meeting, Brandy!

I go to the Episcopal
church meeting on Briarwood.

My sponsor's name is Rex.

Feel free to check
it out, Nancy Drew.

Oh, I knew it.

Okay.

Show me your hands!

I just wanted a few
things for the memorial.

You get the house back tomorrow.

I don't know what you
were doing in there.

You could have been
disposing of evidence.

Well, I
wasn't!

I guess you didn't
dispose of these either?

No!

Are they yours?

I have a pair
like
that.

Hmm.

They were found in a storm
drain right next to your house,

covered with gunshot residue
and spattered with blood,

right next to a handgun
that I'm guessing

is gonna match the bullet
that killed Ritchie Kemp.

We're running DNA on the gloves,
presumably
your
gloves now.

I'll have the results
back in 48 hours at most.

I'm gonna let you go for now.

One more thing.

What state were you and
your husband married in?

Georgia. Why?

Just curious.

Someone is setting me up.

They think they found the
gun that killed Ritchie

with my gloves.

They're testing the
DNA from them now.

Hang on a sec.

Oh, it's the PI you found.

Hello?

Hi Kris, I
spoke to the agency's

employment verification office

and they have no
record of Ritchie.

- Are you sure?
- 100%.

There's no world where
an intelligence asset

could be murdered and the Feds
wouldn't notify the spouse.

It's just not how it works.

Okay, thanks.

Well, that's that.
Ritchie wasn't in the CIA.

So next question is,

what did he actually
do for a living?

Maybe he just traveled the world

spending his mother's money.

I sure know how to
pick 'em, don't I?

I mean, this one bilks his
family out of their savings

and lies to me about his job.

The one before that
literally abandoned me

the night before our wedding
and may have killed this one.

I don't think Will did it.

But I thought that was
your theory of the case.

It was. And then I
checked his alibi.

He was at an AA
meeting all night.

And now that someone's trying
to frame you with the gloves,

it can't be Will.

He wants you to play house
with him, not sit in prison.

What the hell is
going on, Brandy?

Oh my God. Wow.

Yes.

Hi, my name's Kris Holland,

and I'd like to speak
to whoever lives here.

Who is this about?

It's about Ritchie.
Ritchie Kemp.

Access granted.

How can I help you?

Do you know this man?

Did he used to live here?

Did you maybe buy
this house from him?

Who are you?

Hi, I'm Kris Holland.

Jennifer Dweck.

And this is my head
of security, Clyde.

Can I see the photo?

That's Richard, my husband.

When did you last speak to him?

He's away on work.

Why? Who are you?

I really hate to tell you this,

but he's dead.

I swear. He was--

He was my husband too.

I found him two days ago.

Shot in our home.

We live in Atlanta.

I found his license
with this address on it,

and I drove here.

Detective West of APD
is handling the case.

If this is true,
why didn't anybody tell me?

I don't think they
know about you.

I guess they haven't
checked other states yet.

-I'm his wife!
-And so am I.

You... married him
in a ceremony?

I swear.

How long ago?

Two years.

And we met six
months before that.

We've been married
for five years.

Did he tell you that he
was in the Air Force?

Yes, Richard was
a mobility pilot.

It's like being an
Amazon driver but--

For the DOD.

Yeah, he told me that too.

But it's not true.

The VA had no record
of him ever serving.

My God.

I assume he also told you about his...
trips.

Yes, yes, the work
stuff. The job.

Also not real.

The PI I hired
talked to the CIA.

The second you leave
I am verifying this

with the authorities.

And I hope you do.

Look,

I'm really sorry.

Who's Skye?

Would you excuse
us please, Beka?

Oh, sure. Okay.

And he had this baby with you

while telling me it was the
wrong time to get pregnant.

She really is beautiful.

This guy, he married you?

Like, did the ceremony?

Yeah, he was a
friend of Ritchie's.

Troy, I believe?

He married us too.

Guess I shouldn't be surprised.

Men covering for men.
Tale as old as time.

Did you ever hear
from him again?

Never.

Cancel the party.

Hello, Neil.

Yeah?

Hi, Detective West,
this is Cassie Kemp.

I was just calling to
see if you had an update

on my brother's case...?

Nothing I can discuss yet.

I see.

Well, I hope you can
make an arrest soon.

I desperately need
some positive news.

We're close, Cassie.
I'll let you know.

Thank you.

-Hello.
-Hey, how you doing?

Not great.

Did you know Ritchie
had another wi... house

in Greenville, South Carolina?

No. I had no idea.

How did you find that out?

I'll tell you later, it's a lot.

I was hoping we could
meet in person again soon.

Is that okay?

There's something
I wanna discuss.

Uh, okay, sure. When works?

Tomorrow afternoon. We
could meet at your house.

Uh, okay.
Sure, that's-- That's fine.

Thanks.

Don't make a sound.

Where is it?

I don't know what you want.

The
money and the files!

I will put a bullet through you!

I have nothing to do with
whatever it is that you want!

I need the money, dammit!

Okay, okay.

It was a man, I could
tell by his voice,

but face totally covered,
and he drove a black pickup.

Okay. Make and model?

I don't know; it was dark!

It's not a lot to go on.

I'm telling you what I saw!

And you know what?

I got a very
interesting call today

from a Jennifer Dweck.

Were you aware that your
husband was a bigamist?

No, I found out today.

And you didn't let us know?

I would've called
you when I got home,

but I was a little
preoccupied being accosted

the moment I walked in the door.

I have a theory.

You found out about Mr. Dweck,

you put a bullet
in your husband,

and then you staged
this whole break-in

to deflect attention.

Sound about right?

I was almost just
killed, detective.

What are you doing here?

I have a proposition for you.

How did you know I was here?

Clyde is very resourceful.

Did you find something out?

In fact, I did.

I finally went to
see a divorce lawyer

the day that Ritchie was killed.

Imagine my astonishment
when the lawyer calls me...

Hello, Neil,

...right after
you left yesterday

to tell me that there
was no marriage to undo.

The supposed officiant
of our sham weddings?

Well, I found the officiant.

He's not Troy Smith.

He's Troy Patton, an ex
of this bartender, Avelyn,

who worked our wedding.

I stopped by the country
club and had a chat with her.

She gave me his address.

Your proposition. Get to that.

I thought I'd swing
by, see what Troy has to say.

I figured it'd be a little
more interesting if you came.

Adds little drama.

Look, I just woke up and
I barely slept last night.

Someone literally
tried to kill me.

- What?
- Yeah, this isn't a game.

Someone broke into
my house with a gun.

Wow, I'm glad you're okay.

Now, let's go.

You can call me
with whatever you find,

but I'm not getting
in that car with you.

Drive yourself then.

Look, I know it's not a game.

This is difficult for me to say.

He wiped me out; my
investment accounts,

savings, everything.

Did he do the same to you?

He didn't.

Well, do you know
where he put my money?

I have no idea. Honestly.

I will not let my daughter
be collateral damage.

If my dream comes true,

I'll get a five-figure
advance on a novel

that I thought was based
on my marriage to a spy.

I was so worried that Ritchie
wouldn't let me publish it

even after I left him.

What an idiot I was.

I need to know where
Ritchie put my money.

Plus you need to
stay out of jail.

You know I think
you did it, right?

Oh God, yes.

So I am willing to
trust you right now

because I don't know
who else to go to.

We can either figure
this out separately

or we can figure
it out together.

Your call.

What's our approach?

I was thinking good
wife, bad wife.

Come on.

Can I help you?

Do you know who we are?

Look closer,
they'll come to you.

-Oh wow.
-Yeah.

Did you hear about Ritchie?

Oh man, yeah, I saw online.

I'm so sorry for your
uh... losses.

Thank you.

Had you spoken to him recently?

No, it's been a while,
since
your
wedding.

Were you certified to marry us?

Of course I was.

Ritchie told me you
two got divorced

by the time I married
him the second time.

Who is Troy Smith? Was
that your maiden name?

I haven't seen this.

Ritchie told me he was handling.

That's not how wedding
officials work.

You file with the county.

What kind of fly-by-
night seminary ordained you

that you don't know this?

Ladies, I did it as
a favor to Ritchie.

This was a million
years ago, okay?

I did get ordained, online,

it was worse than
defensive driving.

He said he'd handle
everything else.

I thought I was being nice.

Well, do you know who
would've wanted to kill him?

I have no idea.

I'm being real with you ladies.

You know what? I
don't trust him.

Anyone who's been ordained knows

they have to be the one
to file their certificate.

I agree. And did you smell that?

Ugh, yes. Gin, if
I had to guess.

Dammit. Have you heard
from Ritchie's sister?

She just texted me.

His "sister"?

How many secrets did
this low-life have?

Right? I didn't know
about her either.

I told her she could come
over later, she wants to talk.

Apparently Ritchie stole
their mom's money too.

The
mom
is alive now!

Oh, I need an Ativan.

Are they aware of--?

Not yet. I just told her,
apparently he had a second house

in South Carolina.

Technically the second
house was in Atlanta.

I'm kidding.

Well, I wanna meet the sister.

Well come over to my place then.

I don't wanna be alone anyway,

not after yesterday.

Was that you
defending yourself

from the attacker?

Oh no. It was me having
a moment earlier.

Ah, I see.

Oh, thanks.

He had one of these at our...

my
place too.

How did you get
away from the guy?

The attacker?

Well, I used the remote
to turn the music on.

And when he looked over
there, I made a run for it.

Horrible. And you
said he wanted the money?

And the
files.

I thought I was dead, honestly,

but I hit him with
the candle holder,

and he fled, jumped
in his truck,

and sped off like
the coward he is.

Hey, what kind of truck?

It was black.

Clyde spotted a black
truck outside my house too.

Damn, so whoever it is
knows about both of us.

We've really gotta be careful.

So we know it's not espionage.

That was Ritchie's cover to
keep us from asking questions.

Agree.

I thought it could
be my ex, Will.

Hmm, he sounds lovely.

He's maintained an interest,

but he was at an AA meeting.

Now he is a hothead, but I
don't think he's a killer.

Do you still love him?

No. No, not like that.

He called off our engagement
10 hours before our wedding.

That was until this,

the most painful
stretch of my life.

That's when I met
Ritchie,
my savior.

And then we've got Troy.

I don't know why Troy
would wanna kill Ritchie

unless he got mixed up
in something with him.

There could be some motive.

Maybe Troy has my money...
or he is after Ritchie's?

Right.

Anyone else?

You.

You're joking, right?

Write it down.

You must still suspect
me to some degree,

so put me down too.

I am on a hair trigger.

I'm so sorry for what my
brother did to both of you.

And I'm glad you're okay,
Kris. It's so scary.

If you get access
to his accounts,

will you let us
know immediately?

Since you know the
marriages weren't real,

we guess they'd hand
over the accounts to you?

Of course.

Do you know if
there's money in them?

-We don't know.
-There'd better be.

Mom's care is
really draining us.

Kris here is the only one he
didn't fleece, apparently.

Kris said there was something

you wanted to talk to us about.

Yes. Yes, I got
some news about Mom.

She's gonna need
24-hour nursing care.

Unfortunately, Medicare doesn't
cover a live-in aid, so--

Oh, Cassie, I'm so sorry.

I just wanted you to be aware.

Yeah.

Here I sent you

a little something just
to help hire someone

until we can recover
the accounts.

Thank you. Thank you so much.

Tell me what was your favorite
thing to do as a couple?

What made y'all tick?

Uh, you know,
that's really hard

to talk about right now, given--

Of course. I wasn't thinking.

Well, I should hit the road.

It's good to meet you, Jenn.

Oh, I'm obsessed
with this brand.

You should keep it.

Thanks.

I hate it
when people call me "Jenn".

Noted.

I'm headed back to Brandy's,

we really shouldn't
be here anyway.

Does the address 602 Burbank
mean anything to you?

Not at all. Here in Atlanta?

Yeah.

I was going through my bank
accounts, absolute horror show,

and I noticed some anomalies

even before Ritchie
drained the accounts.

Such as...?

Such as a $6,000 credit to Saks.

I mean, I shop at Saks,
but I don't make returns.

Customer Service said

that it was for an
undeliverable order.

It was for
that
address,
but I don't know who

or what is there,

or why it couldn't be delivered.

Then we need to go.

Correct.

Daylight
would've been better.

Oh, come on.

It's obviously abandoned.
It's just a drop house.

What's this?

"To: Ray Smith".

-Open it?
-Immediately.

Oh, burner phones!

This is getting more
nefarious by the second.

What do you have?

Something from a storage unit?

Dear valued customer,

this letter is to inform you

that beginning on the 1st of
May, your monthly storage fee

will increase from
149.50 to 152.50.

Okay, so he had a storage
unit, but where is it?

West Morgan.

Wait.

This looks like it
goes to a padlock.

To a storage unit, right?

Brilliant. Let's meet
there as soon as it opens.

Let's do it, come on.

- Oh, let me try.
- Okay.

Okay, I don't know.

Well, how much did that
letter say it was going up to?

I don't know, $152 or something.

Okay, let's see.

It's not gonna be any of these.

At that price,

it's gonna be one of
their larger units, look.

Oh, I should have
thought of that.

You're just not used to
dealing with such

minuscule sums.

Hm.

You got it?

Well, there it is, the money.

-And the files.
-Bingo.

-Excuse me.
-Oh god.

Do you need something?

Midnight
Paris Boutique.

Hi, my boss was in there
a few days ago, Will.

Anyways, he bought the
Ultimate Serenity Gift Basket,

but he didn't get a receipt.

And because it was
a gift for a client,

the accountant's asking for one.

Would it be possible to
email me that receipt?

[operato
Sure, I can do that.

We've only sold one of those
baskets in the past week.

Great. As long as it has
his first and last name,

which it should, because he
bought it with a credit card,

that would be sufficient.

Here it
is, Will Pearson.

That's the one.

What's
your email address?

Oh, I have another
call coming in.

I'll call you right back
with that, thank you.

"Pearson".

I know it's not your
favorite, but we gotta do it.

There you go.

Good job.

If it's yours,

why didn't
you know the unit number?

We're sorry, the
renter passed away.

We're just here
gathering his belongings.

Mm-hm.

Okay, we need to get
outta here right now.

Wait, no.
We should leave it.

Taking it just puts an even
bigger target on our backs.

This is exactly what
the guy I house wanted.

That guy is calling
the cops right now.

But we just told him that
this was our husband's.

No, no, no, no, no.
You don't understand.

The police are gonna be
here in five minutes.

If they confiscate this,
we'll never see it again.

I'm taking half. Let's go.

Oh.

Call Jennifer.

Did they see us?

Not the cops. The black
truck. It's behind me.

Okay, follow me.

He's gonna kill us, Jennifer,

what don't you
understand about that?

I'm calling 911.

Don't. Follow me.

Call Clyde.

-I'm here.
-Okay, good.

I'm gonna be home in 17 minutes.

Get Beka and Skye
inside the house.

You'll be out front.

That woman Kris will be with me.

Let her in.

If there is a black truck
behind her, deter it.

West.

Hi, Detective.

I got your results
on the gloves.

Blood on the outside, it's
consistent with Ritchie Kemp.

Epithelial DNA on the inside,

consistent with
Kristine Holland.

Thank you.

That's the kind of
money people kill for.

What if that truck--

What if it's waiting
when I leave?

Stay here tonight.

Clyde runs this
place like Fort Knox.

I should just go to the cops.

What's in there?

Ever heard of
Holdenway Investments?

Never.

Well, it's basically
the most incompetent

investment firm ever.

All of these accounts have
close to nothing in them.

Hmm, I'm sensing a pattern here.

Yeah, Ritchie was
scamming more than us.

Do you ever
just feel so stupid?

What?

Do you feel so stupid
for believing his lies?

Because I do.

I definitely feel like an
idiot, that's for sure.

It's embarrassing.

No, no.
I'm not trying to say you're an idiot.

You're definitely not.

I just think it's stunning

how long he fooled us for.

Yeah, well, I guess we just saw

what we wanted to see, you know?

He had a way of
making you feel--

Special.

Loved.

He saw me in a way

no one had in a long time.

Well, there was
one
thing he couldn't fool us about.

What's that?

The sex. It wasn't great.

Jennifer!

It wasn't bad. I mean,
I didn't think so.

Wow, I mean, your
standards must be low.

I found it so boring

I actually considered screwing
the landscaper at one point,

-but--
-Oh wow.

Eh, that would've
been too cliche for me to live

with, and say what you will,
I'm not a cheater.

It is nice though,
having one person

who understands this
very specific situation.

Yeah.

Can you imagine the memorial?

Ugh. Do you think
I'm expected to go?

Nah, I'm not sure I am either.

Even my friend Brandy,

I know she just
thinks I'm so blind

for not seeing all that
Ritchie was, but she was right.

I'm sure Brandy's never
made a mistake in her life.

Yeah, well.

So, Holdenway Investments
has a website,

but it's basically
one big red flag.

There's no physical
address, no phone numbers.

I guess our suspect list
just got a little bit longer.

He took all their money as well.

Okay, thank you.

Same story. Geraldine, 89,

thinks she has millions
invested with Holdenway.

She plans to put 12
grandkids through college.

That's Brandy.

Pure evil. And
Geraldine actually has

$500 total.

So she was talking to Ritchie?

I guess so, some young
gentleman calling himself "Ray"?

This investor base

doesn't exactly fit the
profile of murderers.

So far all three I've
spoken to...

are basically homebound.

The nerve of that man.

The world is a better
place without him.

Clyde's brother is
taking the night shifts.

We'll have
round-the-clock security.

These should fit.

Thanks.

-Goodnight.
-Goodnight.

- Hey.
- Where are you?

I've called a million times.

The police came by
the office today

and I'm pretty sure
they have a warrant.

I told you! I'm at Jennifer's.

Why are you there?

Well, I have to figure out
who's trying to frame me.

And clearly I don't
have a lot of time.

It was her, Kris. Jennifer!

I found this old blog of hers.

She goes by a different
name, Jenna Leighton.

The posts are dark.

They're all about a woman
who resents her husband,

who's a spy.

She's a writer. That
doesn't mean anything.

You should read
some of this stuff.

I mean, she clearly wanted
Ritchie out of her life.

You trust people way too
quickly, you always have.

It wasn't her.

Ritchie wrecked her life
just like he did mine.

And it wasn't her guy
that came after me either

'cause that truck
was on my tail again

and she chased them off.

Well, unless it's a show?

Maybe that's what they
wanted you to see.

Look, I love you
and I appreciate

everything you're doing,

but I'm staying here tonight.

Be careful, okay?

I will. And I'll
call you when I can.

Oh, there you are.

I was worried
you'd left already.

"Worried"?

The info you asked
me to research.

Nice work, Clyde.

Beka, it's beautiful
out this morning.

Would you mind finishing
Skye's breakfast on the patio?

Oh, sure. Come on, beautiful.

Ooh!

I had Clyde research

who runs the Holdenway
Investments website.

Look who it's registered to.

"T. Patton", as in
Troy
Patton?

So it makes sense.

Troy and Ritchie were working
together, not just to scam us,

but all the investors.

Then the partnership goes
up, so Troy kills Ritchie.

He can't find the stash
of money that he expected,

so it was
hi
in
the black truck.

He was looking for what we
found in the storage unit.

The money plus the
proof of the scam,

probably kept back by
Ritchie as leverage.

I gotta tell you something,

I think the police
have a warrant for me.

Clyde, please pull
her car around.

Give me your keys.

- Did you turn your phone off?
- Yes.

This Troy thing, if we could
just prove
he
killed Ritchie.

I know. I will go
back to his house again.

I'll see if I can get
him to implicate himself

in the financial
crimes, if not more.

I'll get it on tape.

Wait, are you sure?

This is dangerous;
Troy could be a killer!

Look, it's no secret that
I wanted to leave Ritchie.

And honestly, I'm not that
broken up that he's gone.

But I hate injustice. I know
that you didn't kill him,

and I will not sit by and
watch you take the fault

for something that
you didn't do.

His name is Will Pearson,

and I'm almost certain
they're romantically involved.

I couldn't find a photo,

but he recently
purchased her a gift

at Midnight Paris
Boutique downtown.

Oh, all right.

Well, I'll track him down.

This is very helpful, thank you.

If it was her that
killed Ritchie,

she was in my mother's home.

I was in hers.

Wait, you've been together?

Yeah, gives me goosebumps
just to think about.

Would you be willing to help us?

I'll do anything to help you
find who murdered my brother.

Do you think you could get
her to meet you someplace?

Someplace where we
could be waiting?

The memorial is
Monday, maybe there.

Yeah, I don't think she's
gonna make it to that.

By now she's already
turned off her phone,

she knows we're looking for her.

Well, if her phone is off,
how can I contact her?

If she reaches out, set up a
meeting... and then let me know.

You know, she's friendly with
Jennifer, the
other
wife.

That's an unlikely alliance.

I think it's possible
they found out about each other

and plan this together.

Hm.

Does, uh--

Does she speak?

Very rarely now.
One word at a time.

Ms. Kemp? Ms. Kemp, how are you?

You. You.

She sometimes repeats the
last thing people say.

Do you know this
woman, Ms. Kemp?

Mom, it's okay. Shh.

It's okay, Mom.

I'm here.

You've gotta make
an arrest soon.

I don't want her to pass without
knowing who killed her son.

Can you both hear me?

Yes.

If you need me to
knock, say "nice".

If you need help, say "never".

Got it.

And Jennifer, please be safe.

I feel like I'm in
one of my novels.

What is she doing?

We have to go, now.

- What's going on?
- He's dead.

I guess it
wasn't
Troy.

Whoever killed Ritchie wants
everyone he knows dead.

I mean, we don't
know that, Kris.

Troy could have been involved
in all kinds of scams

with shady people.

Do you think it's a coincidence?

Possibly. Yes, Clyde?

Ah, there's a Detective
West here to see you.

I haven't seen her
since yesterday.

Strange though, right? You--?

You two chumming
around like that?

Is it? Seems pretty
natural to me.

I mean, we both fell
for the same guy,

both betrayed by the same guy.

Well, would you
know where she's at?

I assume you tried her
friend Brandy's house?

Yeah, we did, yeah.

Would you mind if I just
looked around real quick?

Oh, I would be
happy for you too.

But unfortunately, I've
gotta get Skye down.

I do appreciate your
diligence, Detective.

I totally understand.

This won't take long, just
a very quick walkthrough.

Clyde, please see him out.

What the hell did you tell
the cops about me and Kris?

I didn't.

They knew about the gift basket
I brought so that's a lie.

I have no idea how
they know about that.

I didn't tell them anything.

Are you trying to
get her arrested

so you can take
over the company?

That's insane.

If Kris goes to prison,
you'd certainly benefit though.

Get off my porch. You're crazy.

Yeah, well, if I find
out you're the one

who said something,
you better watch out.

Clothing, food, shampoo,

I don't know what else one takes

when they're going on the run.

Thank you.

Stay. You'll be much safer
if you just stay here.

That detective knows I'm here.

It's only a matter of time

before he comes
back looking for me.

You're breaking the law
by letting me stay here.

If you go to jail, what's
gonna happen to Skye?

He didn't want her, you know?

I thought if I had her,

he'd be around here more.

But I was dead
wrong. He was so mad.

-No way.
-What?

What are you doing?

It's a safe, we had the
same one at our house.

That's how I found you.

Do you know the code?

We don't need a code.

It pops open pretty easy.

Picture it as Ritchie.

Wait a minute.

Hmm.

That felt amazing.

Do you know this address?

410 5th Street in Charlotte?

Not at all.

We're going there now.

Now.

We should pawn these.

Looks like no one's home.

Let's try around the back.

Who the hell is
Brittany DiAngelo?

Look.

"Brittany, this is the end.

We had a good run, but
I'm following my heart.

Do not interfere, you
will regret it. Ritchie."

Hm.

Ugh.

-Kris.
-What?

Come here.

Either Ritchie had bigger
issues than we thought,

or Cassie isn't
really his sister.

Don't be disgusting!

Cassie!

Don't move.

- Brittany?
- That's correct.

Ritchie's first
wife, the only one.

Look, I had no idea.
Neither one of us did.

Well, that's because
our op sec was so good.

Tight as a tambourine.

I have to admit,

you guys got further
than I thought you would.

I hoped I'd see you
carted off to jail today.

I had to spoon-feed
that stupid detective,

but I thought he'd
finally do it.

Imagine my surprise
when, instead,

you show up here, my house.

Please put the gun down.

There's no need for that.

We didn't do anything wrong.

Oh, shut up. No one
cares about you.

Ritchie didn't even love you.

He called you his ice
queen, among other things.

You! You're the one
that screwed it up.

Falling in love with his
new mark? What a cliche.

He wanted you to
skip town with him.

His version of "going clean".

If you consider living off
of stolen money "going clean".

And you wouldn't
even let him do that.

I stood by him for a decade!

I cared for him! I loved him!

And he threatens me with
exposure if I go after him?

Cassie-- Uh, um, Brittany!

Look, we're all here because
of the lies of the same man.

All three of us!

Why don't we channel that
anger in the right place?

No, it's too late for that.

You know too much

and too many people
are involved,

including Dot, Ritchie's mom.

Poor thing. A useful prop.

Once I got her pumped
full of narcotics.

I needed her for
you to believe me.

Feisty old bat woke up at
a
very
inopportune time,

-You. You!
-but it all worked out.

And that idiot known as Troy,

he wouldn't have had to die

if he'd just been a
little bit more stable.

He kept accusing me of
having Ritchie's stash.

That's not what I cared
about, not at all.

I've got a stash of my own.

Look, Troy was a loser,
just like Ritchie.

Let us help you.

Jennifer goes back to her life.

You'll never hear from
us again, I swear.

Come on!

I'm serious! Why let that
scumbag ruin our lives?

Look, if you kill us, you'll
be on the run too, forever.

Look, I didn't even
love him, okay?

Ritchie played a
role in my life.

I was still sleeping with my ex.

No, I think you loved him,

and he certainly loved you.

He wouldn't shut up about you.

I let him do the first fake wife

knowing the windfall
was worth it.

Who cares if he bedded
her a few times?

But you? You were different!

I guarantee you he would've
gotten tired of me.

Look, he was a scoundrel.

Why should we ruin our
whole lives over him?

Drop it.

Okay, I'll drop it.

Not a chance.

You had plenty of
time to tell us

so that we could all
handle this like adults.

But you didn't.

So she tells me she
hates the name "Jenn",

and then goes and uses
"Jenna" as her pen name.

Jenna fits my author
persona better.

She is not exactly me, she is
where I get my darkness out.

The book is based on
what happened to us,

but it is fiction.

I took some liberties,

or "Jenna" did.

Brandy.

Have the either one of
you talked to Brittany

since she's been convicted?

A planted question,
if I ever heard one.

I want everyone to
hear what she told you.

My friend is alluding
to what Brittany told me

when I went to
visit her in prison.

I asked her if she regretted it,

and she looked me
square in the eye,

and I swear these
were her words.

She said, "My only regret was
that I didn't shoot you also."

A terrifying woman.

But she brought us
together, didn't she?

And that's what
I've been saying.

I lost a husband, but
I gained a friend.

And family.
Skye now has a grandma.

Hey girl.

This is quite the reception.

Maybe I should write a book.

Thank you so much for coming.

I guess Will's a no-show?

Oh, I asked him not to come.

He's a part of my
past, not my future.

And the way he came at you

when he thought you
told the cops about him?

Unacceptable.

Good. You really deserve better.

Speaking of better,

I made an appointment at a
fertility clinic next week.

Would you wanna come with me
to pick out a sperm donor?

You're going to do it?

-For real?
-Yes.

You're going to
be a terrific mom.

Oh, and you're gonna
be the best auntie.

Cheers to the future.

A better, brighter future.