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In New York City's war on crime,

the worst criminal offenders
are pursued by the detectives

of the Major Case Squad.

These are their stories.

I want the kind with the stars.

We only have noodles.

Do I have to go to school tomorrow
if I'm still sick?

No, they'll just send you home.

I'm going to see
if Daddy read my e-mail.

Check your mail.

- Who's sending Daddy mail?
- "SexyRita."

- Who's that?
- Don't open it.

Go wash up.
I'll get lunch ready.

Okay.

Go wash up now.

I'll be home by 6:30.

Why? What's wrong?

Nothing.

I can hear it in your voice.

Just make sure you're home on time.

These are the pension fund files
for the Mancuso meeting.

Everything okay?

It's just Mandy.

She's on a tear about something.

So you know, she called
while you were out.

She wanted the "who-what-where"
of your lunch hours

the last couple of weeks.

- I hope you told her.
- I told her what you tell me.

And I didn't mention the woman who
calls and never leaves her name.

Next time Mandy calls, tell her.

Tell her I told you to tell her.

Okay.

We can't be bulls
in the old china shop here.

One individual has already resigned.

I pulled the records, Mr. Mancuso.

You still have nearly a dozen people
whose status is questionable.

I'm not signing off on the audit
until this is rectified.

I understand you have a job to do.

Just do your damn job.

There's no need for
that kind of language.

You prefer some other language?

How about "kickbacks"?

If you don't clean it up, Mancuso,

I'll bring in people who will.

There's nobody, Mandy. I swear.

Do I look like a stupid person?

I found your personal ad
on a web site.

- You've had it there at least a month.
- That's not true.

That's not mine.

I printed it out.

Tell me that's not you.

Mandy, I did not post this.

I called the bank.

That ad was paid by electronic
check from our account, Ron.

Er... Sarah's finished her bath.

Come on, Billy, it's time for bed.

Power Company, for the meter.

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ORIGINAL AIR DATE ON NBC: 2002/04/28

The couple's name is Sherwood,
Ron and Mandy.

He works in the City Comptroller's office.

She's a part-time nurse.

Two kids in grammar school...
William and Sarah.

- Any domestic violence calls?
- No, never.

So he chased her down here
and into the kitchen.

We got what appears to be
defensive wounds on her arms.

One of the first swings
knocks her down.

Looks like she tries
to duck under the table,

but he caught her
in the back of the head.

The leuco brought up blood spatters
clear across the room.

There's a knife missing
out of the knife block.

You'll find it upstairs.

You guys mind stepping off the carpet?

I want lots of photos of the carpet...

different angles, heights, okay?

They're over here.

This was the son. Nine years old.

Suffocated with a pillow.

The little girl, six years old.

Put the knife against his chest
and fell on it.

Suicide by stabbing.

Was there a note?

This whole house is a note.

This was in his back pocket...

a personal ad from a web site.

Sounds like it could be Sherwood's.

Could be what started the argument.

He kills his wife in a rage...

but the kids?

No sir, they haven't made
a determination yet.

If it turns out it's a domestic
squabble gone haywire,

we'll kick it back to the 1-0.

Yes, sir.

I swear I could hear him breaking
into a cold sweat.

With this budget crisis,
last thing the mayor needs

is a scandal with
one of his accountants.

Sherwood seems
ready-made for the part.

Last year he got
a desk appearance ticket

for cruising prostitutes on 26th Street.

Ron Sherwood's parents are dead.

He has no siblings.

But Mandy Sherwood has
a mother and sister in Wisconsin,

either of who would've been
fit guardians for the kids.

And...? / Men who kill their wives
usually kill their kids

if there's nobody else
left to look after them.

That just leaves not wanting
your kids to grow up

knowing their dad's
a murdering scumball.

And he cheated on their mom.

There were five e-mails from
girlfriends on his Internet account.

Two of them mention play dates

he had during his lunch hour
over the last month.

Make sure Mr. Sherwood wasn't
subsidizing his fun with our tax dollars.

Office Of Ron Sherwood
N.Y Comptroller's Office
3 Broadway
Tuesday, March 5

Out of nowhere,
Mrs. Sherwood just started

giving me the third degree on
where he spends his lunch hour.

All I know is he didn't spend it with me.

Is there any reason
to believe he wasn't just...

having lunch?

Well, a few times, some woman called
and wouldn't leave her name.

Did you tell Mrs. Sherwood
about her? / No.

Because Mr. Sherwood
asked you not to?

No. Actually he told me next time
Mrs. Sherwood called, to tell her.

What projects was he working on?

Audits. He was under the gun
to trim budgets in every department.

He had a lot on his mind.

Mr. Sherwood have
a problem with his back?

With his neck. Why?

Well, the bookcases.

Oh, right. He had me
empty the top shelves

because he said it hurt
when he reached up.

Sherwood's doctor said
he was still being treated

for a pinched nerve in his neck and
pain and weakness in his left arm.

The ME doesn't think Sherwood
could've swung a bat with enough force.

Where's your partner?

What are those lines?

Marks left on the carpet
by a vacuum cleaner.

They're all going toward the door.

Someone vacuumed this way,

backing out towards the door
and right out of the house.

The same pattern's on
the carpet in the master bedroom.

To the door, and out to the hallway.

Any chance it was done
before the killings? / No.

There's no footprints on the carpet
matching Sherwood, his wife, the kids.

The prints are from our personnel.

The prints that someone
didn't want us to see

belong to the people
who killed the Sherwoods.

Something wrong
with the order, Mr. Mancuso?

I don't like fish.

I don't like seafood.

You ought to eat fish.

Salmon, sardines...
they're filled with omega-3.

Brain food.
That's why my girls eat fish.

Ms. Randolph, I have to tell you,

I am extremely disturbed about
what happened.

It is disturbing...

how a man can lose touch
with his own soul,

kills the people who love him.

If there are any repercussions...

The only repercussion is if you lose
touch with yourself, Mr. Mancuso.

I have to be home.

Hold up.

Your "doggie bag"?

The vacuuming marks on the carpets

didn't match the Sherwood's
vacuum cleaner.

The one that was used was larger,

possibly an industrial model.

What about fingerprints?

Fingerprints in the house
belonged to the family.

If anybody else was here besides them,

they didn't leave anything behind.

You have Sherwood's shirt?

Yeah.

We found his blood on it, of course,

and his wife's.

The bat?

Mandy Sherwood was down...

she was crawling under the table.

If Sherwood had killed her,

he'd be standing somewhere...

right about here.

Ready for his next swing,
He swings at her like this,

her blood splashes back toward him.

He'd have blood spatter
on the right inside sleeve,

the lower front of his shirt
and the lower part of his left sleeve.

The table would have blocked the blood

from going any higher up
on the left sleeve.

So...

why is there blood splatter up
on his left shoulder?

There shouldn't be.

The blood was applied
to Sherwood's shirt

after Mandy Sherwood was killed.

They knew enough to know
there'd be blood spatter

and they got the general angle right,

everything except for up
on the left shoulder.

A staged murder scene.

Staged by somebody who knows forensics,

who knows procedure.

Cops? / Cops.

I'm not witch-hunting cops over
a couple of blood spatters.

It's not just that.

The ticket Sherwood got
for cruising hookers?

The officer who wrote it
conveniently passed away

six months ago of a heart attack.

People die.

Nobody's been able
to find the paperwork,

and nobody can locate
a copy of the affidavit.

Then there's Sherwood's pen-pals
from the personals web site...

they're all dummy accounts
paid for with cribbed credit cards.

We're being gaslighted
by professionals.

They needed to get rid of Sherwood,

they invented a cover story.

"The sex-obsessed milquetoast

who slaughters his family
and suicides himself

in an orgy of shame and guilt."

But cops killing a whole family?

Planting a summons on our system
is a tall order for a civilian.

Cops it is.

Somewhere along the line,

Sherwood got on their bad side.

Forensics Accounting
One Police Plaza
Friday, March 8

None of Sherwood's audits touched
on the police department.

The biggest fish he was frying was
the tax assessor's office.

Sherwood probably wasn't killed
by a bunch of tax assessors.

What about this memo to
the city pension department?

That was in connection with an audit

he was doing of the
City School Security Division.

Some of their security officers
are retired city workers.

And some of the city workers
in this memo are retired cops.

I know what Sherwood was looking for.

"Double dippers."
My old man got in trouble for doing it.

When he retired from the force,

he got a job with the City Parks
working with kids.

He was drawing a pension from the city

while working full-time for the city.

It's a no-no.

It's cops and money.

I had two meetings with Mr. Sherwood.

I like to keep things agreeable,

but he was
"fists up" right from the start.

Right...

what's so disagreeable
about ex-cops

taking the city for a ride?

I'm sorry?

The double-dipping, Mr. Mancuso.

We got that all sorted out.

I asked the individual involved
for his resignation.

- Any fines or restitution?
- No.

I made a determination
it was unnecessarily punitive.

That's awfully agreeable of you.

What about the other dozen
security officers

whose pension records
Sherwood was examining?

Those were just clerical errors,

forms that hadn't been
properly filled out.

Well, you must be a very...

agreeable guy to work for, Mr. Mancuso.

I like to think of myself as fair.

These are brave men who put
their lives on the line for the city.

They deserve the benefit of the doubt.

If you don't mind, we'd like the name
of the "brave man" who resigned.

Those pension rules
are a bunch of crap.

My partner's with you on that.

My old man got caught in the same bind.

No kidding?

Except he had to pay back nearly
50 grand to the city.

How'd you get away clean?

"Clean" nothing.
I gave up a good job.

All I got now is the pension.

Hasn't kept you from living large, Phil.

What have you got in here?

Prime rib. Wow!

Is that a lobster wiggling
around down there?

It's... / Get out of my stuff!

What is this? It's a $50 bottle of wine!

Here's what we think, Mr. Legrand.

You and your double-dipping buddies

were kicking back your
wages to Mancuso,

but when Sherwood started
sniffing around,

Mancuso got nervous.

He needed to throw Sherwood a bone.

You guys drew straws.
You came up short

and now your buddies are
taking care of you.

But one resignation wasn't
enough for Sherwood, right?

So your buddy-boys did
something about him.

You guys...

I wanted to make dinner
for my girlfriend, all right?

I couldn't afford what she likes,

so she gave me the money
for these groceries.

That's who's taking care of me.

So now that I've humiliated myself,

why don't you take your
Mutt-and-Jeff act off my property?

Gee, I need a hankie.

Don't feel too sorry for him.
Did you see this?

"Sullivan River Homeowners Association"?

Somebody's got himself
a nice home in the country.

He's made more recent purchases.

Brand new trailer hitch...

for a boat... a big one.

The dealer's name's on it.

Phil isn't handling it well.

I heard it in his voice.
Those detectives rattled him.

Maybe he ought to take
his boat out on the river,

calm himself down.

I don't know, Terry.

CSU's still crawling all
over the Sherwood's place...

I know all about that.
Now stop your worrying.

It's like what I tell my girls...

"Don't suffer future pain.

Take care of business here and now."

Hola, here he comes.

Hold it! Hold up!
Stay right there!

Hold up!

Hey, Officer Terry, chill!

You chill, moron.
You're late.

Come on, I got detention.

You're going to be on permanent
detention if you don't wise up.

You're a day late.
Now let's go.

I got it, I got it.

That's my working capital!

That's a fine you pay for
trying to duck me, amigo.

Damn, lady, you ain't even a real cop.

But you're a real dope dealer,
and I am a badge.

And I have the authority to arrest you,
pacify you and mess you up...

and that's before I turn you
over to the real cops.

You and your colleagues live
and breathe at my pleasure.

Remember that.

Stolen right out of his driveway?

Well, I'm sorry to hear that.

Mr. Legrand took delivery just
a couple of weeks ago.

Yeah, it's a shame.

We need a copy of the sales
contract, for our report.

Sure.

He bought a 30-footer,

all the amenities you can imagine.

How much?

- Just under a hundred grand.
- How'd he pay?

Oh, installments.

How many installments?

I'd have to look at the contract.

Off the top of your head, Mel...

more than one installment?

Yeah, of course.

Less than 10?

Could be.

Was it check or cash, Mel?

I don't really...

You don't really?
He doesn't really...

We'll just assume it was cash.

- When was the last payment made?
- Yesterday.

Has it been deposited yet?

There's a chance
it could be in the safe still.

Let's take a look.

Okay.

Our lab took a look at the cash
you gave the boat dealer.

They found traces of Ecstasy
and ketamine.

High school party drugs, Phil.

What were you doing?

Selling drugs to kids you were
getting paid to protect?

I know the drill.
I don't have to say anything.

Forget about the drugs,
forget about the cash,

all you need to remember
is the number four.

Four murders.

Four counts of conspiracy...

four bites at the death penalty.

I want my lawyer.

- Who went in their house, Phil?
- I want to go back to my cell!

It wasn't him.

He doesn't have the front for it.

26 years on the force,
you never got out of the back.

You took the sergeant's exam once,
you never finished it.

Everything in your file says...

"worker bee."

So who gave you orders?

I want to go back to my cell

or I'm going to file a complaint.

Phil, do you see what's
happening to you here?

Don't you want to get out
from under this?

Just tell us you had nothing
to do with this directly

and we'll go with that.

Just talk to us.

I want to go back to my cell.

Guy's been around
the dance floor too often.

The search team called from
his place up in the Catskills.

They found another 100 grand in cash.

We've got a very enterprising
crew of security guards.

We need an EMS team up
here right away.

What the hell happened here?

We just got the cuffs off, Captain.

He just grabbed my weapon
out of the holster

and blew himself away.

There was nothing I could do.

Okay, Johnston, just go out and
sit in the squad room.

No, sir, I take full responsibility.

Things are going to get real
pleasant around here,

so if you have any good news,
now is the time to share it.

We're looking for someone with
an alpha personality...

with the organizational skills to
plan the Sherwood murders

and the ruthlessness to carry them out

the knowledge...to plant disinformation

about Sherwood.

Maybe it's someone with
a military background.

There is a platoon dynamic here.

When they cut Legrand loose,
they took care of him

by giving him cash and a new boat.

Legrand repaid that loyalty
by killing himself.

Death before dishonor?

Come on, this guy was afraid of
spending the rest of his life in jail.

You read his file.

As a cop, the guy was... average.

They'll probably all turn out to
have average service records...

cops who feel they never got their due...

who feel they need to prove something.

They decided to be the best
bad cops they could be.

Smoke the bastards out.

And this guy got forensic experience
when he was in the force.

He goes here.

Here's a Desert Storm veteran.

This guy got suspended from the
department for procedural mistakes.

A disaffected cop. He's got potential.

So does this one:
Three years in the Marines...

12 years on the force,
retired on a disability

with the rank of Sergeant.

He took courses in computers.

He was attached
at various times to two CSU teams.

Well.

Kept getting turned down for
a spot on the Detective Bureau.

Terry Randolph.

He's been with the School Security
almost two years.

He was Phil Legrand's supervisor.

Well, here's one reason why Randolph
might've been denied for detective...

Terry Randolph's a woman.

Funny how that detail escaped
your powers of observation.

Well, we need to talk to whoever
was her rabbi on the force.

Office Of Lt.Van Buren
27th Precinct
Wednesday, March 13

I haven't been in touch with
Terry for many years.

How'd you hook up with her?

I gave a class at the academy.

She was a recruit with more
questions than I had answers.

A year later, she called me for a
recommendation to a street crime unit.

I saw in her file she volunteered
for a lot of overtime.

Did she have money pressures?

She was a single mother with two kids.

What about on the job?
You said she was in a hurry.

Did she like quick fixes?

She was efficient, very territorial.

To get respect from the street,

she would pick out the baddest
homeboy on the corner,

put the bracelets on him,

then take him to a quiet place
for a beat-down.

Why are you investigating her?

The Sherwood family murders.

There's a connection to corruption
in the School Security Division.

Well, I know she's a hothead,

but I can't imagine Terry would be
involved with anything like that.

Terry was a smart,
driven young officer

who was denied advancement,

a promotion that would've
brought her a raise.

That breeds bitterness,
a sense of entitlement.

I know it does.

I always hoped that Terry
wouldn't be defeated by it.

Excuse me.

Randolph's hitting all the marks.

Not to mention, she's territorial.

Let's go mark up her territory.

Listen, I don't know no
Phil Legrand, okay?

I don't even mess around with dope.

We just saw you hand off
a blunt to one of your buddies.

That was a cigarette. I swear.

A cigarette?

You're in deep serious now, kid.

- Those things will kill you.
- Heads up.

You don't spit out a name
in the next five seconds,

I'm going to play dodge ball
with your head!

- What is going on here?
- Official business.

We're interviewing witnesses.

Nobody notified the security
division you'd be interviewing

witnesses on school property.

Oh...

I didn't know we needed
to check with the security guards.

Security officers.

The security officers.

- A sergeant, no less.
- Cluster Sergeant Terry Randolph.

You were Phil Legrand's supervisor.

Yes, ma'am.

Thanks for your help, kid.

You lay off the smokes.

Can we talk to you about Phil?

All I can tell you is
Legrand did his job well.

About his psychological problems,
I can't say.

Actually...

Randolph, he had other problems.

Detective, I prefer being addressed
by my rank.

Cluster Sergeant?

Sergeant Randolph, Legrand
was involved in drug dealing.

I'm surprised to hear that.

Oh, it went on right under your nose.

Right, you talk to her.

Sergeant, we'd appreciate any
guidance you can give us. / Hah...

guidance?!

Could you tell your partner I'm
a 12-year-veteran of the NYPD?

That I attained the rank of Sergeant?

- Look at you now!
- Goren, knock it off.

Go ahead and laugh,
but I got a record to stand on.

Since I took over, crime on school property

in my district has dropped 50%.

- It's just good timing.
- It's respect, Detective.

I know how to earn it.
I earned it from these kids.

Nice talking to you, ma'am.

She "earned respect."

I wonder which bad homeboy
she beat down to earn it.

51st Precinct
The Bronx
Monday, March 18

Rudy Suarez is still an open case.

You didn't mention it in your phone call,

but I got you the autopsy anyway.

We like to kid the school
security people around,

but you got to admit,
they've done a good job.

Especially Terry Randolph.

The crime statistics don't lie.

It doesn't hurt that Rudy Suarez...

the baddest dope dealer in her
high schools... was killed last year.

Yeah, right. Shot in his bedroom
with his girlfriend, execution-style.

That's the way the locals
take each other out.

They see it in the movies.

The living room carpet was vacuumed.

And look...

on the kitchen floor.

Somebody sprayed leuco on the
floor looking for blood evidence.

Yeah, well, CSU did that.

This report says that CSU
sprayed leuco in the bedroom.

It says they sprayed it in the bathroom.

It doesn't say they sprayed it
in the kitchen.

Randolph and
her crew killed Suarez.

That's how she got a handle
on the dope trade in her schools.

They killed Sherwood and his family

because his investigation
might've uncovered

the dope dealing and
the Suarez murders.

The only thing you've got in common

between the murders is
a vacuumed rug.

There's also leuco crystal violet.

Randolph might've sprayed it
in the kitchen

at the Suarez place when she was
cleaning up the murder scene.

She also used it
at the Sherwood home.

Forensics found leuco where it
hadn't been sprayed by our people.

Leuco is made in batches.

Each batch has unique chemical
characteristics.

If we find out which batch Randolph's
leuco belongs to,

we can trace it through the serial
numbers on the cans.

We just need leuco samples from
all the CSU teams she trained with.

I'll get a "49" up to
the Chief of Detectives.

All it needs is your signature.

I'm not going to discuss it with you.

Until I say different,
you are too young to wear lipstick.

- But Nyeesha wears lipstick.
- Nyeesha's a neighborhood girl.

If I wanted you to be
a neighborhood girl,

I'd send you to a neighborhood school.

Your mother works hard to pay
for your schooling.

- You should be thankful.
- I don't want gratitude.

I want them to have opportunities
I didn't have.

Now, there's nothing special
about a girl who wears lipstick.

And you and your sister
are special girls

who have claim on every
special thing in this world.

Hmm?

Now go wash up.

Yes?

Yes, hello.

Repeat that again.

No, I'm sure it's just routine.

Thanks for telling me.

Oh, how's your granddaughter?

That's good to hear.

Thank you.

Mom, I'm going to the store.

CSU Technical Division
The Bronx
Thursday, March 21

- Which one of you is Arliss?
- I am.

We need to see your supply of leuco.

Sure. I got cans in my kit
here and in the van.

You ever work with Terry Randolph?

She was a patrol officer.

I might, I don't know.

Her service record says

you did a six-month training stint
with her in '96.

Could be.

These cans are the wrong
batch numbers.

Same here.
Just get these cans?

Yeah, I ran out a couple of days ago.

The quartermaster's records
say you should have

at least eight cans left with this batch number.

Must be a clerical mistake.

Sorry.

"Clerical mistake," my ass.
She got to him.

According to the supply records,

Arliss got his new cans
of leuco on Wednesday.

Which means he was tipped off
Tuesday or Wednesday morning.

Which means the leaks are coming
from somewhere in this building.

I checked who the requisition went to

in the Chief of Detectives' office,

besides, of course,
the chief of detectives.

I can vouch for his assistant.

Denise? You dog.

I need tracking information
on requisition number 2436-17,

sent last Tuesday.

Who in your office handled
that requisition?

Spell that.

Thank you.

Randolph's file.

There.

Go for a walk?

Meet Cecilia Wang,

a.k.a. "Deep Throat."

Office Of A.D.A Carver
One Hogan Place
Friday, March 22

Randolph pinched her granddaughter
in a drug sweep four years ago.

The charges were dismissed

after Randolph didn't show up
to testify at the grand jury.

Randolph did her a favor.

And Mrs. Wang's paying it back.

Bring Mrs. Wang in.
Threaten her with...

off the top of my head, I can think
of a dozen statutes she's violated.

The most we'll get from her is that
she tipped off Terry Randolph

about the requisition for leuco samples.

Then put that CSU technician
through the wringer.

Or the head of the School
Security Division, Mancuso.

Besides the fact that we have
no leverage against them,

I doubt they have any firsthand
knowledge of the murders.

All they could offer is hearsay.

Then find Randolph's accomplices...
the other ex-cops.

Accomplice testimony
with no corroboration?

The drug dealers
they've been shaking down?

Witnesses credibility problems.

You'd make a hell of a defense attorney.

Randolph's the main domino.

We make her fall, they all fall.

The best way...

the most certain way...

is if she implicates herself.

And you have a plan?

It speaks to your good character you
have qualms about this scheme.

You already have a legitimate
search warrant.

Why do you need me
to phony up official documents?

Lieutenant, I knew you'd have
concerns about the legality of this plan.

I'm here to assure you
we're on solid ground.

I have concerns that you're going
after the wrong person for murder.

Well, this is one way to find out,
isn't it?

Be careful over there.

I'm sure he knows what he's doing.

No argument here.

Nice house.

How'd you swing it?

That's none of your business.

It's just an innocent question.

There's nothing innocent
about that baby face.

I had savings from my late husband,

and Terry had savings.

That's how we paid for it.

We're done.
The place is clean.

I'm not done yet.

Your girls...

they go to Maryhill?

That's 10... 15,000 a year for each.

How do you afford it?

If something's important enough,
you find a way.

We're very frugal.

Oh.

Oh, my partner's a miser, I'm frugal...

and neither of us could afford
a house, two kids in a private school...

You're not that frugal.

You buy nice clothes, pay full price,

nothing in your size is ever on sale.

You buy good quality accessories,
like that leather case.

You're not married,
so you spend money on dates.

You like good food.

You have someone in to clean
your apartment every week.

You're smart, have lots
of interests and hobbies

and you spend a fortune on them.

I don't wonder that you don't
have money for a house.

I wonder how you make subway
fare the way you spend money.

That's pretty good, Randolph...

but you didn't answer my question.

- How can she afford private school?
- Leave my mother alone.

Where does the money come from?

She works hard.

She murders dope dealers
and steals their...

their money.

- She murdered a whole family...
- That's enough!

- Where does she keep the cash?- Goren!

Just tell me where
she keeps the cash! / Goren!

I need to talk to you.

- You're out of line.
- She's a disgrace to the uniform.

We're hitting dead ends.
Doesn't that tell you something?

We're not wrong about her.

You heard what they said at the 2-7.

We're done here.
Okay? We're going.

I'm sorry for my partner.

There's no reason for animosity.

You know, I still have a lot of
friends in the department.

Well, watch your back.

"To Ronald Carver,
District Attorney's Office,

in re: Sherwood family murders.

Per your request,

I reviewed my files concerning
Terry Randolph

and discovered incriminating information

pertinent to your investigation.

You can access this information

on the department database,

under archive number:

7-4-7-7-2.

Signed, Lieutenant Anita Van Buren,
27th Precinct."

Cover copy to the Chief of Detectives.

It's Cecilia.

You're asking about correspondence
from the 27th Precinct?

I found one.

Evening, Morris.

You got everything locked down?

Yes, ma'am. I just did my rounds.

All right, I have to check up
on you now.

I'll be back in 15.

That's your virtual arrest.

And this is your actual one.

This is a mistake.

I didn't do anything.

You stole a confidential police file.

That's grand larceny.

An overt act in furtherance of
a conspiracy to commit murder.

You see, one of my hobbies

is studying the laws you were
once paid to enforce.

It's surprisingly cheap.

Please, don't take my girls
away from me!

I did it for them.
I sacrifice everything for them.

The Sherwood family
sacrificed their lives.

Four innocent lives.

Two children you smothered

with the same hands you tuck
your daughters in bed with at night.

I don't know if it's a good thing
or a bad thing

that you won't be around
as a role model for them anymore.

The best intentions.

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