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(tense music)

(dog barking)

(screaming)

(police siren)

(mellow music)

- What can I get you?

- You might remember me.

Riley Parra. We met--

- Oh wait.

You're the detective.

You found the guy that killed Sheila.

Most cops don't come down to no man's land.

- Yeah.

- The night shift bartender gets killed during a robbery.

Who cares, right?

You got justice for her,

and that means a lot to people around here.

So this.

Is on the house.

- Thanks, but.

I'm not here to drink.

- Suit yourself.

- This is Sheila's diary.

The lawyers needed it for evidence,

and the trial is over so the DA agreed to give it back.

I thought maybe you could make sure

it got back to her family.

- Wow, actually.

Her sister called about that.

They make detectives go around returning evidence?

- No.

It could've taken months going

through the official channels.

I thought maybe we could cut through the red tape.

- I'm sure they'll appreciate it.

So.

When are you off duty?

- I'm not on duty now.

- Wow.

You really do go all out for your cases.

I'm off in 45 if you want to stick around.

- I think I'm persuaded.

- We could start with that drink.

(rising tense music)

(laughing)

(talks in foreign language)

(groans)

- Sorry.

(distant police siren)

(mellow piano music)

- Oh, sorry.

I love your ink.

- Yes.

Drunken mistake.

- I forgot.

Your phone.

It's been beeping.

- Oh.

It's...

Probably police business.

I...

- It's totally fine.

Maybe I'll see you around?

Right.

(phone ringing)

- [Voice] Hope you weren't pulled away from anyone.

- Hey.

Your text said we had a case?

- [Voice] Yep.

Sending you the location now.

- I'll be there in 15.

(police siren blaring)

- You look like hell.

- What are you doing on duty.

I thought you left when I did.

- Decided I'd get some overtime.

- We used to pull OT together.

Starting to feel like you're avoiding me.

- What do you mean? I just called you.

- Yeah, past few weeks you've been

changing shifts, riding seprately.

I piss you off?

- No.

Look.

I'm sorry, I just...

Family stuff.

You know how it is.

- Not really.

So, body?

- Right. The body.

It's right over there.

A homeless guy's dog found it.

I do not understand homeless people with dogs.

- People give you more when you have a dog.

Plus it's protection around here.

Good thing the dog was around.

- Well, Doctor Hunt already pulled a body out of a box.

- Doctor Hunt?

We have another new ME?

- Yeah, the turnover rate for that job is pretty high.

- Alright, I'm gonna go check it out.

See what else you can find?

- 'Kay.

- Thank you very much.

- Uh, Doctor Hunt?

- Oh, god no.

Doctor Hunt is my mom.

Hi.

Call me Julian.

- Hi.

Your mother's a doctor, too?

- No.

- I...

You're fuckin' with me, aren't you?

- Mm-hmmm.

I work with dead bodies for a living.

I gotta get my kicks where I can.

- I'm Detective Parra.

- Oh, so you're the one who owes me

a half hour of beauty sleep?

- You can spare it.

- For the record you did just say that out loud.

- (sigh) I know.

Um. So.

Body was moved, stuffed in a box.

What are we thinking, knives?

- No, it's way too large.

Honestly, to me, it looks like somebody

took a machete and cut out a slice of his back.

- Gangbangers with machetes?

- Machetes and down pillows.

- Oh, is that gang speak for?

- No, I found this

next to the body.

- Think it's a clue?

- No.

- Yeah, yeah.

Fucking with me again.

Let me know if you find anything else.

- 'Kay.

- Oh.

- For the record you just...

Tripped a little.

- I know.

(chuckling)

Any witnesses?

- You really think anyone's gonna talk to us?

- It's worth asking.

We should see if there's any cameras around here.

- I'll check out the cameras and call.

If anybody can get them to talk, it's you.

You're not a cop, you're they're old friend and neighbor.

- I never had any neighbors.

Any friends I had down here, they went away a long time ago.

(suspenseful music)

(plane engine)

Hey.

- Oh, hey.

So there is a working camera.

It's not great, but we can look

at it together in the office.

They're sending me the footage.

You have any luck?

- Talked to some of the homeless, not much help.

Well, one lady said she saw three men around here,

one of them had a sword.

Yeah.

Hope there's more luck with your video.

- Oh, let's go see if Doctor Hunt found anything.

- Julian.

- Oh, first name basis?

Yeah, Julian said she found something odd.

- Woo, I love odd.

- I don't think you're gonna love this.

Um.

Okay.

So the victim was a middle age white male

with no visible wounds aside

from the obvious ones on his back.

- That's not so odd.

- I'm getting to it.

I took a closer look to see if I could narrow down

what kinda weapon was used, and I noticed this.

These muscles were completely severed from his back.

- Still not that odd.

- I have no idea what they are.

Humans don't have muscles like that.

Not there.

I mean, this is like a second set of pecs.

- So he was deformed?

- Well, either that or he was rocking a pair of wings,

which, granted, would go a long way

towards explaining the feather I found next to the body.

- What?

Is she being serious?

- She's fucking with us.

- And she catches on very fast.

Yes.

Unfortunately he was very badly deformed.

Now the good news for us is that means there have

to be medical records that could point us toward and ID.

Oh.

I also took a picture of the guy's face.

No visible marks or scars.

- Hey.

What's up?

- I think I've seen this man before.

- Where?

- I think four years ago, he...

He saved my life.

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