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The worst offenders are pursued by the detectives of the specialized criminal

investigations unit. These are their stories.

No,

Amy. Seriously, I have to go.

I have class tomorrow at nine.

You're literally eating every course. You can take a morning off.

Wait, is something wrong?

Is it Rob? No, I'm fine.

Go sing. I'll see you at home.

Go.

Go. Okay.

Can I close my tab? Sure.

No whole lot of love tonight?

What?

Rob, stop calling. I'm not at tempo.

Ivy, if you're still feeling this way, maybe you should take a break.

Go to your parents.

So you think I should just run away from my problems?

I think you need to manage your stress.

Wait, you don't think this is real, do you?

Look, I'm not living in some fantasy world, Dr. Nielsen. I didn't say that,

Come, sit, please.

I think you should consider doing what's best for you in this situation.

I know what's best for me.

And I'm not going anywhere.

Everyone's looking at this all wrong.

I've done the test.

These wounds were made by something easily accessible.

A steak knife.

A paring knife.

So you think the killer was in the house with her? Followed her out?

Why? Is that what you think?

Come on.

Please. Ivy, help me out.

Why would someone stab this woman seven times?

Passion makes people do irrational things, Morris.

And you'd know that if you didn't spend all your time playing with knives.

Okay, so what is it then?

I want to possess you, be you, so I'm going to kill you?

Hello?

Yes, yes, thank you.

Uh, yeah, I can be there.

Is that your, uh, mystery lead?

You're sure that's what you heard?

Yes, I am certain.

Who else have you told about this?

You're the first.

Rob, what the hell are you doing? I just want to talk.

You've been avoiding me.

We've talked for months. You don't listen.

We broke up.

Okay, but what if I didn't want to?

Hey, it's me.

Great work. I just think that maybe our last chapter needs a bit more muscle. I

mean, I know you're all about the subtlety and that's awesome, but I think

if we're going to make waves, we need to hit it harder.

That's my thought. Anyway, I'll see you soon.

Amy, I'm on my way to campus to find you. Call me as soon as...

Campus security got a call from this phone.

But there was nobody on the line. They sent somebody at 1130 thinking it was a

prank.

No such luck. Ivy Abbott, 20 years old. Dean said she's a third -year

criminology major.

She's got a 4 .0 GPA.

Smart kid.

You talk to the parents yet?

Yeah, they're both academics. They're in Edinburgh per year. They're flying back

today. Ivy was their only kid.

So, Ivy Abbott to an emergency phone in the middle of the night.

Well, her cell phone died.

Uh, here.

Great,

thanks.

I wonder if someone was following her.

Well, these indentations between her fingers.

Could be she tried to arm herself.

Maybe with her keys for protection.

Okay, so she runs to the phone to call for help, but the killer stabs her in

neck and drags her and flips her over.

Keeps stabbing.

The wound to her neck would have been fatal. Six stabs on her back, that was

anger. This was personal.

You found the weapon? No, nothing yet.

Anything on a person that could account for this? Looks like rope burns. No, we

just found her wallet, keys, and her phone.

Oh, it's charged.

Thanks.

Hey.

What do you mean you're too scared to stay home? Call me.

Abby said she was coming back to her apartment.

I was studying on campus till midnight.

Was on Do Not Disturb when I got Ivy's voicemail.

I texted her and she didn't respond.

I ran home and I found this.

I tried to blow them all up, but there were so many.

Amy, is there anyone we can call?

Can I text my mom? Of course.

Amy, has anything like this happened before?

The first time there were just a couple of candles, then a few more.

It's done.

Ivy must have been so scared.

Do you have any idea who might have done this?

Yeah, I figured it was Rob, Ivy's ex.

It started a couple months ago when they broke up.

Did Ivy ever inform the police?

She tried. The cop.

at the station said that it's not a crime to leave something outside of

someone's house.

No, sweetheart, I'm sorry.

Do you think this was some grand gesture to try to get Ivy back?

We tried every other way.

Constant calling, texting, guys unhinged.

Wait, you think I did something to Ivy?

No, no, I would never hurt her.

Well, what do you know about this, huh?

It's got quite the distinctive scent.

Cedar, cannabis, Canadian wildflowers, and a hundred of these were left on

patio last night. It's crazy.

Where were you last night, Rob?

I was at the Madison.

Got there at like 10 p .m. with a few buddies.

Stayed until, I don't know, 1 .30.

Came back here with Kaylee.

She just left.

Kaylee?

I'm trying to see new people.

Get over Ivy.

The best six months of my life were with her. So why did you break up? I don't

know. She just pulled away. She broke up with me. She wouldn't tell me why. She

shut down her social media, started going to therapy, which I thought was

I mean, she never wanted to talk about her feelings before.

Who's your therapist?

Someone on campus.

Sarah something.

Ivy and I met.

four times in the last few months.

She was a good student, good kid.

And she needed someone to talk to.

Yes, she was stressed, anxious.

Did this anxiety have anything to do with unwanted attention?

All students seek out guidance regarding harassment, Detective, and

unfortunately Ivy was no different.

Look, I...

I wouldn't normally do this, but you can

have my notes. They might help.

Thank you. Ivy was convinced that someone was following her. She said that

left things outside of her apartment lurking near her place. To be honest, I

couldn't tell whether this was real or whether it was some delusion brought on

by some underlying issue.

It says here possible BPD. I'm assuming that's borderline personality.

Distorted sense of self, intense emotions.

Relationship instability, yes.

It's all motivated by a fear of abandonment. But I wasn't sure because I

exhibited traits of paranoid personality disorder, delusions, distrust.

And you never made an official diagnosis?

No, no one.

Considering what happened to her, I suppose I got that all wrong.

Regardless, it would take me more than four sessions to, you know, some folks

after the stuff with a hammer.

I paint in watercolor.

You know, it takes time, patience.

I wanted to help Ivy. I really did. But I couldn't report the harassment for

her. Did Ivy ever describe this person?

The only thing that I remember her saying is that he wore an army jacket.

You're sad, isn't it?

Did you know him?

He was my girlfriend.

Oh, my God.

I'm so sorry.

Apparently, she tried to report it, but her description of the guy was vague.

And do you know what they say about... ...in slow motion.

Finished IV Abbott's autopsy. The killer twisted the knife inside her neck

almost 180 degrees.

And sliced her carotid and her jugular? Yeah, she...

Cut out quickly. I looked into those abrasions on her left hand. They're thin

fibers embedded.

I started testing. Possibly clutching onto an object as a weapon when the keys

fell? Maybe.

I went to charge off a subway perv using a debit card.

And there I pretended chapstick with pepper spray. It actually worked.

Her killer wasn't a stranger.

He had a purse.

No connection with her. Yeah, he either hated her or desired her. Maybe he even

felt a whole lot of love.

What's the name of the candle? Forensics just came back.

Pinpointed a blend of cedar, cannabis, and Canadian wildflowers

created by a Canadian company, Shy Wolf.

And guess who bought 150 candles using their credit card online?

Hope you have a reservation because we're totally booked tonight.

Oh, I'm sure he's in for, I don't know, five minutes and 33

seconds. I just have time to do a party with a lot of love.

Carter Harold, right? That's you?

Yeah.

I'll see you about a whole lot of these candles.

It's very expensive to just...

Leave some habits backyard

Come

on that's enough and

kill Ivy I swear You

sure you were stalking her Okay

the candles on the night she died, on all those nights. But I just wanted...

Wanted to what?

Be her own personal boogeyman?

No, I wanted her to know that I cared about her.

The candles, they were a message.

They were named after a song we sang together.

You're telling me a 20 -year -old sang Led Zeppelin at karaoke?

Not exactly.

I was in a room on my own one night, but then I heard a voice in the hall

joining in.

I looked out and saw her.

And you got hooked.

Pulled her address off her ID, went to her house, started taking photos,

lighting candles.

I needed her to know how I felt. What about how she felt?

I'm pretty sure you terrified her every single time.

See, I'm pretty sure.

So forgive me, but you want us to believe that you trespassed onto her

Peeked through our windows and...

Took some pretty intrusive photos of her.

But then you didn't follow her to a deserted area, stab her in the neck and

the... Carter, what did Ivy do when she saw the candles?

Answer the question.

I... Okay.

She obviously didn't like them.

Shocker. I left and I went to work the late shift at the bar.

Check the cameras. I was there by 1115.

We will.

Honestly, I wish I'd followed her. I could have helped her.

Well, maybe it's not to help.

You followed her around, right?

Yeah. What was she up to?

She was spending way too much time at that criminology building.

She had classes there. No, it's not just class.

It's something else.

Every day she goes to some weird...

Weird locked room that only a few people had a key to.

What's inside?

I don't know, but I think it's bad for her.

Very bad.

Let me know when you're done.

Well, looks like a bunch of true crime nerds made a mess.

Or a police club.

There's your seminar supervised by Professor Garrett Poole.

A victim was Kat Berman, murdered in 2019

at Queens University. She was stabbed once in the

neck. And six times in the back.

Exactly like that.

So Ivy Abbott was studying Kat Furman's murder and ends up getting killed in

exactly the same way? Down to the twist of the knife.

Take a look at Ivy's autopsy and Kat's autopsy from six years ago.

Their fatal neck wounds were caused by the exact same.

Followed by six stabs to the back, the only difference was the marks on the

hand.

Ivy had them, Cat did not.

You talked to Kingston PD?

Yeah, they gave us access to Cat's file, but they haven't had a new lead in

forever. So, now we have two dead students,

similar ages, same wound.

Yeah, we might be looking at a serial murderer.

Or a copycat who knew the wound pattern well.

Maybe because they studied at a cold case club.

Ivy was an excellent student. Sorry for your loss.

The provost told us she was in your cold case club.

Yeah, one of only ten kids selected.

Yes, it was an invitation -only criminology seminar for third -year

and Ivy was, yeah, she was doing incredibly well.

They all were.

So you thought your best to solve Kat Berman's murder?

Stump the Kingston PD?

It's more of a teaching exercise.

So you take an unsolvable case, give it to a bunch of smart kids.

They each bring their own expertise, their own point of view. It's

What was Ivy's angle?

Interpreting witness testimony.

And what if a student discovered the lead?

Well, then I would take it to the cold case unit, but I've been using this one

for a couple years now.

And so far, no leads.

But Ivy wanted to find one, yeah.

We heard she spent quite a lot of time in the seminar room after hours.

Yes, they all did.

I told them they'd get top marks if they solved it, and they couldn't take the

files home.

Did those files?

Cat Berman's autopsy.

Yes, why?

Oh, we were wondering if any of the students were... Pathology angle.

Caused death, injuries.

Yes. That's Morris LeMay.

He's an aspiring forensic pathologist. He would... Recreate Cat Berman's wounds

using various... Unique methods.

Many budding pathologists practice replicating knife wounds.

It's not weird.

So, does everyone work on Miss Pig?

They should. The consistency of pig flesh is very close to human. Well,

that's why we're here.

Morris, where were you the night Ivy died?

I didn't kill Ivy. I was with my parents. Here.

All night.

You can ask them.

What's on your mind?

If only I'd move faster.

Better. I could have found out who really did this, and Ivy would still be

alive. Do you think Cat Killer murdered Ivy? Isn't it obvious?

Ivy probably figured out who did it.

Call yourself a detective.

Professor Poole said that there were no new leads.

Yeah, well, Poole doesn't know everything. Ivy finished reviewing

testimony and moved on to something that wasn't even assigned to her.

Something that no one was allowed to do.

Interviewing.

How'd you know?

That's exactly what he would have done.

So what was Ivy's strategy?

Ivy was really into victimology, in particular victim facilitation. You know

theory of what makes someone a target?

Nothing in the witness testimony made it seem like Kat was a high -risk victim.

She went to work and school.

So Ivy wanted to know how the killer came into Kat's orbit.

Yeah. Ivy figured the perp was either an unassuming random stalker... Or

someone.

Cat didn't want anyone else to know about.

Did Ivy find any new leads?

She went to meet a witness the day she died.

I saw the address she wrote down before she left.

Yeah, Ivy Abbott came by here at 6 p .m.

We chatted, she left. I was here till 12. I didn't even know her.

But Ivy thought that you might know Cat Berman.

Barely.

I used to deliver pizzas to Kat. And where was this?

Six years ago, I was living in Kingston with my aunt. And on the weekend, I

delivered pizzas for a place called Max Doe. And Ivy knew you were delivering

pizzas to Kat? She saw a photo of our pizza box in Kat's recycling.

Part of his files, I guess.

And Ivy wanted to know if you ever saw anyone with Kat on the weekends?

Yes. And there was a guy there with her sometimes.

Definitely a boyfriend.

Did you ever see a face, get a name?

No, but I heard his voice. He was annoying.

Told the same story over and over.

So our pizza box was red, right? Every time Kat took it inside, he would make a

comment on how it was the exact same color of his fancy cottage in

So when I told Ivy about it, she got really tense.

Said she needed to talk to her professor right away.

Hmm. Funny.

You didn't tell us that.

Morris, I came to grab some of my research.

Well, you won't need it. Out of respect for Ivy, I'm keeping this seminar for

good.

But what about our grades?

Is that all you can think about?

Your grades?

What kind of question is that, man?

What's wrong with you?

I'm sorry.

You're right.

Hang on, hang on.

I'm sorry. It's, um...

Marks will be determined based on the work that's already been submitted.

okay. Don't worry.

So you've never heard of Damien Aku?

No, I've never mentioned meeting anyone named Damien Aku.

I would never condone her reaching out to a stranger about the cold case.

Really?

Because Damien told us that Ivy's first priority was to report back to you about

a new suspect.

Well, she may have sent an email.

Maybe it ended up in my junk box.

I don't know. My inbox is a mess. I haven't had time to go through.

Sorry, this is the first new clue in years, and you haven't had time?

I'm saying I didn't know there was a new clue.

Okay. Well, that's all right. You know what? We can fill you in.

So Ivy found out that Kat had a secret boyfriend.

We don't know his name.

Oh, but we do know that he owns some pretty stuff.

Yeah, a red cottage in Newfoundland. Kind of like this one.

Were you dating Cat Berman?

And what did you do when Ivy found

out?

We know he took a sabbatical from Osler in 2019.

...to Kingston to write a book on the penitentiary. Same here. Cat was killed.

Yeah, Cat worked in a library that had penitentiary archives.

They might have met there. We haven't confirmed it. But after Cat was killed,

Garrett Poole went back home and eventually started a book.

It's possible he was simply interested.

In the case, they lived in the same city. Maybe you read about it in the

newspaper. Yeah, except that now we're thinking that he was sleeping with cats.

So he's either obsessed with the woman he loves.

Or he's a murdering narcissist who's spent the last three years

with students to catch him. Who the hell are we dealing with?

Yes, I was sleeping with Kat Berman in 2019.

Our relationship had nothing to do with her murder. I didn't kill her.

I loved her.

You used her murder as fodder for a university class.

I want to solve the case.

So did Ivy. And from the looks of it, she got dangerously close to the truth.

We got a warrant.

And, oh, you are not lying about your inbox being a mess, but we found this

in your trash.

What is this? This is an email,

the one that you couldn't find. It was sent the night she was killed, but

forgive me, I left my glasses on my desk. Perhaps you

could read it out to us.

I know you were dating Kat.

It isn't what it looks like.

Come on. No? Because you deleted a very clear message from Ivy that

would give a very clear motive for murder.

And let's face it, it might be easier just to get rid of her than to have to

track down and destroy 2 ,000 copies of a book.

With a very damning detail on it.

I did not kill Ivy out of some kind of self -preservation because I did not

Kat. Do you understand?

Then why would you lie to us? Do you have any idea how difficult it is to be

male professor these days?

I did not want the fact that I

slept with Kat to get out.

It's not because I killed her.

It's because I would be ruined. I'd be canceled. I would lose everything.

Yeah, but Ivy's dead.

I don't know.

So what'd you do?

Go after her? Yeah, your office is very, very close to where she was killed.

Yeah, but I wasn't at my office. Where were you?

I was with a colleague at her office. Who?

Sharon Nielsen.

I'm working with her on my new book. I was with her from 9 .30 to midnight.

Sharon Nielsen, the campus therapist.

Did you know that Sarah was treating Heidi?

I mean...

Yes.

How?

Because I introduced them.

Do you handpick all your students' therapists?

Maybe you got your pal to talk to Ivy for the same reason you trashed that

email. Because you didn't want the world to know that you and Ivy were also in a

sexual relationship.

That would make you two for two.

Two for two.

Ivy never told me that she and Garrett Poole were sleeping together. I'd have

report that.

Even though you're friends.

The way friendship detectives so do morals.

And the night Ivy was killed.

We were working on his new book.

Whatever was happening with Ivy, Garrett's telling the truth about that

Let's hope.

Did forensics come back on those fibers in Ivy's hand?

I'm just about to call you. They're from a cord used in retractable key card

fobs.

Like the one Poole used to let us into his office.

It looked long enough to wrap around Ivy's hand, cause rope burn. I knew we

shouldn't have let him go. Now the man had an alibi, it was fine.

But if you find the cord, I can test it for Ivy's DNA.

Thanks, Lucy.

Stand by.

Okay, you two, we need to be very strategic here, because whether or not

DNA on that cord... Poole's alibi still stands.

However, in my experience, even the most bulletproof of alibis will weaken when

faced with a fear of obstructing justice.

So if we tell ethical moral Thera that we've got something against Poole, she

might bend.

And if you gild the lily by showing her a little more of the horror she's

covering up, she might break.

You laugh first.

Nothing I'd rather do.

Go break that alibi.

Thank God they released you. You okay?

Yeah, I'm fine.

I'm fine.

Thanks for talking to the cops. You're a lifesaver.

Um... Garrett?

Yeah? Is there anything that you want to tell me?

About what?

About Ivy?

Garrett?

I just lied for you.

You know I didn't.

I didn't.

Right?

You know that.

Of course you didn't.

But... But nothing.

Why should we give some myopic cops any window of opportunity to pin this on me?

I left your office. I was out walking around the campus. Just...

just processing all these great ideas that you had for the last chapter, you

know?

You're amazing.

You know that, right?

Oh, stop.

God, I'm so lucky to have you.

What do you mean?

You're loyal, and you're faithful, and you're so smart.

It's just pure.

There's no silliness.

So no messy feelings getting in the way.

Why are you showing me these?

Because we believe your friend Garrett Poole did that to Ivy Abbott. That's

impossible. I told you that we were together.

It's amazing what people will do to protect a friend.

What do you have in your pocket?

Come on, show me.

Okay,

so, you're by yourself.

It's nighttime.

Someone's following you.

Out of all of this, what do you use to defend yourself?

So, they have a knife.

You have a knife.

I mean, compared to you, right now, Ivy was lucky. She had her keys on her.

And intertwined them between her fingers in the hope that she could take a swing

and then run. But she didn't.

Because someone stabbed her in the side of the neck. She got the chance.

Why would Garrett do this?

Ivy learned that there was another student he was involved with who also

up dead.

Cat Berman, six years ago. There were more.

I knew about Ivy.

Wait, you knew that...

Poole was sleeping with Ivy.

Why are you wasting our time?

Okay.

Ivy told me.

I was horrified, but I couldn't always trust what she said.

I told her it wasn't appropriate, and she told me that she was too scared to

break up with him.

Now, I could never imagine Garrett threatening a woman.

Oh, this looks more than a threat, doesn't it?

Garrett wouldn't hurt anyone.

Come on, Sarah.

Predators don't just hide in the shadows. They are in nice homes in

power. And you are enabling it.

Why?

I didn't want Garrett to be ruined.

What if Garrett was telling the truth? What if Ivy was lying?

But she wasn't. So don't lie for him.

Garrett was in my office with me until 11 p .m.

I'm sorry.

I never thought that he could do something like this. So when he asked me

that we were together until midnight, I said, okay.

Detective, some word?

Spenteon just called Poole at Unmove. He's got a suitcase with him.

I'll deal with Sarah. You go.

Larry, we need to keep up.

Dr. Poole!

Dear Poole! Police! Stop!

What the hell is going on here?

I didn't do anything.

We'll see.

I was

headed to Union Station on a

train to go to Hudson Valley to see a friend. I'm not guilty of anything.

Well, the jury's out on that. But we'll have a clearer picture once forensics

comes back with the key fob. We believe it was the last thing that Ivy Abbott

grabbed for before she died.

You knew it was only a matter of time before Ivy outed you as Kat's killer. So

you got rid of her to save yourself.

I didn't kill Ivy. I didn't kill Kat. I told you I loved them. Both of them. You

preyed on two young students and ended up dead.

Is that the results?

The DNA test?

What does it say?

What does it say?

for Ivy's DNA.

Yeah, I told you. I told you I didn't kill anyone.

Then why did you ask a colleague to fabricate an alibi for you? I didn't ask

to do that. It was her idea.

So she just came up with this whole plan all by herself. Why?

Sarah is a friend.

Okay? She's a close friend. She adored me.

do anything for me. So when we found out that Ivy was killed, a student we both

knew, Sarah suggested that we just say that we were together, you know, just to

keep things tidy.

So one more time, where were you?

At 11 o 'clock, I went out for a walk, and Sarah stayed behind and worked on my

edits.

You're both alone and unaccounted for at the time of Ivy Abbott's murder.

Let's get Sarah's interview up. Yep, I'm on it.

What do you have in your pocket?

No, show me.

Okay, so you're alone.

Good night, guys.

Good

night.

key card. It's not the official blue one the rest of the staff have. It's

temporary. And she tried to hide it, which means she got rid of her and the

father that went with it.

And as Poole said, she'd do anything

to help him.

Sarah Nielsen was inside Ivy's head.

Yeah, she knew she could kill Ivy and point the finger at any number of people

in Ivy's life.

Even pointed you two toward a stalker. And all the while, she was covering for

Poole, which also gave herself an alibi.

That's some fancy footwork.

But then for some reason, she decided to throw Poole under the bus.

Why? Well, because we offered him up as a patsy.

And if Sarah's smart, the only piece of hard evidence that we hope to test is

long gone. Finding that fob wouldn't help.

I'm Sarah.

First thing I'd say.

Everyone at Osler has that fob.

30 ,000 people could be your killer.

I like this game.

Okay. Well, what would you say if I said to you, your client has no alibi? She

was in her office.

Working. The therapist's offices don't have cameras.

I checked.

Thank you, Counselor. But I have the floor.

Oh. You don't have my client's prints on the murder weapon because you don't

have a murder weapon. No sign of her.

We're on CCTV.

At least not a recognizable Sarah.

Okay, but what is a recognizable Sarah?

The woman is a cipher. I don't think I've seen the real Sarah.

This.

This could be the real Sarah.

Now, this just pulls one big book, right?

Got him tenure, but it doesn't read like his earlier papers. Listen to this

language. As Anna Freud posited in 1936, defense mechanisms operate

unconsciously to protect the evil.

Ego. Ego. Rejection, sublimation, displacement.

Sigmund Freud swung at these conditions for the... But Anna Freud believed

in time, layers, and patience. She unpacked these emotions with care and

them with a watercolor brush.

You think that's her research?

She gave it all to Poole?

Romantic, isn't it?

It certainly is.

And that's how we break.

Thanks for meeting me here, Sarah.

How are you feeling?

I'm a little stunned. I can't believe that Garrett said it was my idea to lie

about his alibi.

Yeah, well, we fell right through that.

Well, I'm just glad that you caught him.

Yeah.

But it's not over yet.

We still have to put him behind bars. And there are aspects of both Ivy...

And Kat's case is that we just still don't understand.

So I'm hoping you can help.

Well, I don't know Kat.

Oh, that's okay.

Kat's murder was only like Ivy's. And Ivy, you know Garrett.

You're the expert here, not me.

I'm so curious about your perspective.

I've already told you everything I know. Facts. Yeah,

but... I'm looking for feelings. And you were practically inside their heads. I

mean, you were Ivy's therapist and Garrett's muse.

What do you mean, Garrett's muse?

Oh, Sarah, I read his book.

The chapters on defense mechanisms, impulsivity, emotional dysregulation.

That was all you. No.

No, no, no.

No, no, no, no. Me. We worked together on your ideas.

Well, I wanted to help him. Yeah.

Like you helped him with his alibi?

It's okay.

I know it's not your fault.

I think that Garrett was able to get away with these murders because he

manipulated his victims, you included.

This guy was very careful.

No, no, there's careful and then there's controlling.

What do you mean?

Well, Ivy mentioned that Garrett asked to track her phone.

That's why she was so scared.

He liked to lead in relationships, to have the upper hand.

Oh, was he like that with you, too, in your relationship?

Well, Garrett and I, we're just friends.

Really?

It's fair.

Come on. I can tell a woman is in love.

Garrett knew how you felt, and he took advantage of that?

What are you suggesting?

That I'm weak? No.

God, no.

No, I've, uh... I've been... There, man.

Huh.

My rookie year, I fell absolutely head over heels with the guy that I worked

with. I became obsessed.

I memorized his schedule.

I followed him around.

I would make excuses to work together.

Did he like you back?

He liked my work.

He liked it so much that sometimes he would claim it

as his own.

Yeah, eventually he did want more than just my work.

So he'd take you back?

Mm -hmm. Yeah.

But he didn't like me enough to get this, because it turns out he

was married the entire time.

Oh. And I wanted a family.

That's terrible. At least Garrett isn't married.

No.

He is otherwise engaged.

He spends his time on things, but gives you just enough to hang on. Kind

words, empty promises, and all...

For a while, your time marches on. Your window is closing.

I have always had feelings for Garrett.

But he said that we shouldn't cross the line.

We're colleagues.

But he crosses the line with his students. But that's none of my

have accepted that we are just friends.

No, friends don't steal a friend's work.

Friends don't...

Use their friends to try to cover up their affairs with students. And friends

don't blame their friends for their crimes.

Or maybe they do.

I think you might be doing exactly that to Garrett.

What are you talking about?

Sarah, how would you define projection?

It's when someone attributes their own undesirable feelings, thoughts, and to

somebody else. Okay, so like when you suggested that Ivy was borderline with a

touch of paranoia, paranoia, paranoia, paranoia, paranoia, paranoia, paranoia,

paranoia, paranoia, paranoia, paranoia,

paranoia,

To help?

Yeah. Well, you've been very helpful.

When you wanted me to trust you and like you, you told me everything I wanted to

hear.

Whatever, you know.

And I made some of my own. And I think all those things you were saying about

Ivy, you were really talking about yourself.

Sarah, stop.

No, no, no, no, no, no. I'm done here. From the moment that I walked in.

into that office you've been trying to manipulate me and now you are trying to

turn the tables with anger and it's not going to work was that your attempt at

empathizing in there at relating god you are so out of your depth you should be

embarrassed you're projecting again you've been carrying a torch for that

for 10 years 10 years of him stealing your work

Tossing you scraps while he screws his students. And you know it's shameful,

you still can't stop.

I don't need Garrett. No, you don't, but you want him.

You want him fully and forever, and you know he wants you too.

You just needed a little nudge.

You know that one day he's going to wake up and look at you and see what is

right in front of him.

It's been here all along. You just needed those girls to get out of the

They're baubles.

They're trinkets.

You, you are the real thing.

So you stabbed Kat outside her house.

You tracked Ivy's phone and you killed her. No, no, you have no proof.

I know that you threw away your key card. And Ivy was smart.

She grabbed it, didn't she? As she was dying, because in her last moment she

wanted to leave a trace, someone stopped her.

Or someone. Please stop this monk.

Ivy was a child, okay? An idiotic fool.

And she thought that Garrett was going to, what, leave his job and marry her? I

tried to play nice.

I told her to leave. I said leave town.

But she stuck around. She didn't listen. Garrett didn't listen.

Neither? No, he never does. I don't know what I have to do. And that's why you

threw him under the bus.

To make him listen. To make him yours.

Yes.

Yes, because then...

Then it would finally be me and him, and I would stand by him, and I would visit

him, and when he got out of prison, he would know who really loved him.

I wonder if he's going to visit you.

You okay?

Yeah.

Think I used a bit more hammer than I did watercolor.

Well, whatever the tool, you still painted our killer.

Never easy to corner another woman.