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(Sarah:) It's a quaint little town.

I found this great house on the water.

I don't know.

I just need a change of pace for the summer,

something different.

(Lillian:) What you need is to finish the book, darling.

(Sarah:) I know.

I know.

But, Lillian, I've just been so blocked

the last couple of months.

I mean, 15 years is a long time.

Everything we had just gone.

(Lillian:) Well, I can't hold the publisher off forever.

They're holding a prime December date for you.

(Sarah:) I know.

That's why I'm hoping that I'll find something

to inspire me up there.

(Lillian:) Maybe you'll meet someone new.

(Sarah:) I'm not looking for anybody new.

I'm just looking for a little peace and quiet

so that I can focus on my writing.

(Lillian:) You never know.

(Sarah:) You know, you should be more concerned with

whether or not I finish the book than find romance.

(Lillian:) I am, darling,

but I know how much you enjoy

unpredictable endings.

Maybe they'll go hand in hand.

Wow.

This is perfect.

Yoo-hoo.

Hi.

You must be the new tenant.

Sarah.

I'm Marie.

Hope you like muffins.

How sweet.

Thank you.

Try one.

Uh...

Gilbert said he found a new young woman

from the city to rent the place for the summer.

Uh-huh.

Like it?

Lovely.

I meant the muffin.

It's delicious.

Well I just live up and over, so you just let me know

if you need anything.

Thank you...

Again for the muffins.

Bye.

Have fun.

Thank you.

Alright.

Time to get to work.

[Loud noise]

Excuse me.

Sorry.

I didn't realize anyone was home.

Well...

I'm Michael.

Michael Ellory.

I live next door.

Sarah.

Hi.

Renting for the summer?

Yeah.

Sorry, I disturbed you.

It's just that Gilbert usually lets me use the hoop.

That's fine.

Go ahead.

Really?

Yeah.

Sarah?

Yeah.

I'm having some work done on my dock.

Would it be alright if I used yours for my boat?

Fine.

Go ahead.

Thanks.

[Clears throat] Here we go.

Food.

[Car beep]

Afternoon.

Hi.

I know you.

I don't think so.

I just moved here.

Oh for heaven sakes, Bruce.

Leave the poor girl alone.

Give me a minute.

I'll figure it out.

Please ignore my husband.

He's like a dog chasing a car.

I mean he wouldn't know what to do with it

if he caught it.

Do you know who this is?

No, I've never...

Closer look.

Oh, Sarah Wylde!

Who's losing their mind now, huh?

A thousand book titles and authors he can remember,

but our anniversary that's another problem.

Oh, my goodness.

Beatrix Turnbull.

Hello, nice to meet you.

And this is my husband Bruce.

Hello, Bruce.

Lovely to meet you.

Sarah Wylde the mystery writer in our store.

I know.

Go get the camera, Bruce.

Are you still writing?

We haven't had a new title from you in...

Three years.

Yeah.

But don't worry.

I'm here to work.

My publisher wants a new book out by Christmas,

so...

Well, are you here to find a little inspiration

from our town?

Beatrix, you're fishing.

You know she always gets her inspiration from real life.

That's why that camera goes with her wherever she goes.

I'm a huge fan.

Me too.

I'm sure I'll find plenty to inspire me here.

Say cheese.

Cheese.

Lovely.

Now one with the three of us.

Oh great.

You don't mind, do you?

No.

Perfect.

And cheese.

Cheese.

Hi.

You're new.

What gave me away?

Vanilla hazelnut latte.

Double sugar, double soy milk.

I should charge him double.

Her: Coffee black, no sugar.

Over there: Long Espresso with honey.

But I don't know you.

Just black, please.

I'm Lewis.

Sarah Wylde.

Have a good one, Lewis.

See you tomorrow, deputy.

You a photographer.

Writer.

Oh.

This one is on the house.

Welcome to Christina Lake.

Thank you.

If there is anything you need, coffee, Internet...

I'm good.

Thanks, Lewis.

Ohhhh.

I haven't heard from you in a couple of weeks.

I know, I know, I'm sorry.

How's the book coming?

It's actually coming along great.

I'm deep in chapter three.

Have you had any inspiration?

Maybe a little.

The kind that will move a 100,000 copies by Christmas?

Uh... 6"2', broad shoulders, early 20's, dark hair.

[Chuckles]

I might need to see a picture of that one.

Protagonist or antagonist?

I haven't decided yet.

Are you kidding me...?

Lillian, I'm actually going to give you a call back

a little bit later.

I'm going to get back to work.

Now that's what I like to hear.

I'll catch you later.

Okay, bye.

I'll pay you when I have it.

What?

I'll pay you when I have it!

What ya doing?

Marie.

Hi.

They brought me his mail by mistake.

Enjoying yourself here?

Yes, I am.

I wonder if I could borrow some milk.

Certainly.

Yeah.

Wow.

Gilbert fixed it up.

Did he?

What about the bedrooms?

Well, actually...

Oh, isn't this cozy.

Is this where you work?

Yeah.

I... uh... uh...

I didn't know you liked photography.

Actually it's just a hobby of mine.

How about that milk?

There you go.

I owe you one.

If there's ever anything, you know...

Actually, you know what, I have a question.

The house next door...

He's a cutie, isn't he?

He lives there alone?

Technically it's his father's house,

one of his cottages.

The Ellorys are the royalty of Christina Lake.

Michael is even richer than he is handsome.

How did you like the muffins?

They were fantastic.

Uh-huh.

I had a couple.

Well, dear reader, I must tell you

that I am officially infatuated with the boy next door.

Over these recent weeks he has become my inspiration,

my muse.

With each passing day I find myself

irresistibly drawn to him,

mesmerized by his clear blue eyes and ready smile,

entranced by his broad shoulders,

his sculpted arms.

Watching him from my window, fantasizing about

this mysterious stranger,

I found the inspiration I needed for my next novel.

But there's so much more to confess.

Sometimes I lie in bed wondering what it would be like

if he were here.

Finally, after such a long, long time

I feel completely and totally alive.

For heaven sakes.

There she is.

Do you like the display?

We thought maybe you could do a little book signing.

Well I really wanted to stay low profile if possible.

How's the book going?

Very good.

Thank you.

I just finished chapter ten.

Well you know what?

I'm not going to ask you what it's about.

I know writers don't like to share.

Who gets murdered?

She's a mystery writer, B.

Somebody always gets murdered.

Is it going to be her?

Just pretend you're hard of hearing.

That's what I do.

Actually I'm doing some research.

I want to know if you guys could tell me anything

about the Ellory family.

What do you want to know?

Well, I'm basing some of the characters in my book on them,

just some classic wealthy, powerful figures.

Wealthy and powerful about sums it up.

He owns this building.

What about his son?

Michael?

Yeah.

Well, I know the old man would like him to follow

in his footsteps,

especially since the wife died.

You know kids, minds of their own.

Beatrix, she doesn't have any children.

I read your blog.

Thanks, guys.

Thanks.

Bye.

What do you mean you read her blog?

Research.

Oh, geeze.

Sorry.

Sorry.

It's okay.

Hi.

It's Sarah, right?

Yeah.

I guess I'll see you around.

I guess I'll see you around.

Hey...

[Motorcycle engine]

What's with all I said to keep it quiet.

It's a small town, chief.

Word travels fast.

Alright, folks.

Nothing to see.

Nothing to see.

Get these people out of here right now.

Who called it in?

A group of boy scouts were on a run along the shore

when they found it.

Never seen anything like it.

M.E. is coming in from Granville.

She'll be here in 20 or 30 minutes.

Alright.

My god, Michael.

What are you thinking, chief?

Drugs maybe?

This was no accident.

How long do you think it would take for a body

to wash up on shore from the dam?

I don't know.

Depends if it got snagged on the way.

A day, maybe two.

I wanna see him preserved.

No one gets past the perimeter, alright?

No one.

Keep me informed.

Where are you going to be, chief?

I'm going to talk to Edward Ellory

and tell him his only son is dead.

[Siren wailing]

We're here, over.

Still waiting on...

Excuse me.

Roger that.

Hi.

Can I help you, ma'am?

Yeah.

What's going on?

And you are?

Sarah Wylde.

I'm just renting this house over here.

Did you know Michael Ellory, Ms. Wylde?

He's my neighbor.

Why?

Michael Ellory's body washed up on North Beach

early this morning.

What?

He's dead?

How well did you know Mr. Ellory?

Did you have much contact with him?

Uh...

Ma'am?

No, no, no.

Not really.

Did you see anyone suspicious hanging out at the house?

I saw a motorcycle here last night.

A motorcycle.

What kind of motorcycle?

I don't know.

It was just parked in front of the house.

Okay.

Anything else?

He had a date the other night.

A date?

How exactly would you know that, Ms. Wylde?

I was inside the house.

I heard a car.

I looked out the window and I saw her.

Okay.

Well, here's my card if you think of anything else.

We'll be in touch.

Yeah.

Alright, Roger that.

Okay.

What do we know?

M.E. Says time of death was two nights ago.

What else?

The amount of water in his system he figures the body

was in the water for about a day post-mortem.

You still thinking the dam?

Fibers found on Michael's body suggest

that he was wearing a silk shirt.

If we find the shirt we might be able to pull

some of the killer's DNA.

We'll keep looking.

Get a hold of Wilson.

Get him to spray the scene with luminol.

See how meticulous he was.

Walsh, any sign of forced entry?

No, sir.

Doors, windows, locks, everything was pristine.

What about the neighbor?

She says she didn't see anything,

but she acted a little strange when I told her what happened.

Alright, keep me informed.

Yes, sir.

(Marie:) What surprised me was the camera.

I mean, in her office, above in the window

aimed right across the way.

It's terrible, isn't it?

You're not safe anywhere anymore.

Who would do such a thing?

I heard his father was going to post a reward.

How much?

I don't know.

A million, two.

Heck of a question though, huh?

How much is your son worth?

You want a refill?

No, I'm fine, thanks.

Ms. Wylde!

Yes.

Chief Sayers.

I'd like to escort you back to the station

for a little chat.

Please.

Where were you the night before last, Ms. Wylde?

Look, I already told your deputy.

Humor me.

I was home.

Alone?

I was writing.

Writing?

My new novel.

All night?

Yes, all night.

So you never saw or heard anything?

He had a date.

Can you describe the date?

Medium height.

Dark brown hair.

What else?

I saw a motorcycle parked outside his house last night.

Can you describe it?

Color?

License plate?

No, it was dark.

I saw him arguing with somebody on his boat

a couple days ago.

Let me guess.

You have no idea who that was either.

Nope.

A lot of leads, nowhere to go, don't you think?

What was your relationship with Michael Ellory?

Wait a second, what are you getting at?

Well, you might have been the last person to see him alive.

Am I a suspect?

I'm just trying to put the pieces together.

I told you everything that I know.

You haven't told me about your relationship with Michael.

There was no relationship.

He lived next door.

You never contacted him?

We introduced ourselves.

We said hi a couple of times, that is it.

Okay.

How's the new book coming?

Fine.

What's it about?

Murder mystery.

All my books are mysteries.

Involving romance?

Sometimes.

This time?

Yeah.

About what?

An older woman and a younger man?

I took a look at your book.

We got a search warrant for your house.

We confiscated your computer.

Wait a second!

You were in my house?!

You took my computer?!

Michael's death really gave you a lot to write about, didn't it?

Oh god.

I also took a look at your blog.

"I find myself mesmerized by his clear blue eyes,

entranced by his broad shoulders and sculpted arms."

You've gotta be kidding me.

Sound likenyone we know?

Where are you going with this?

See, I have a theory, Ms. Wylde.

A lonely divorcee moves to a quaint town,

rents a cottage on the water beside some very handsome,

very wealthy guy who happens to be

quite a bit younger than her.

So she chooses not to pursue, but she watches.

She writes about it in her blog.

What he wears.

What he eats.

Who he dates.

Who's hanging out at his house.

And then one night,

the frustration of this hidden lust having taken its toll,

drives her into a jealous rage.

I'm not a writer or anything.

What do you think?

I'm a writer.

I draw inspiration from things around me.

In this divorce file your ex-husband claimed

that you were unstable.

Are you still taking your medication?

Alright, I've had enough of this!!

Am I being charged or not?!

No.

Great.

Ms. Wylde.

Don't leave town?

You got it.

Something like that.

Did you send those blood samples to the lab?

You are letting her go?

Edward, I've got nothing to hold her on.

What about her writings?

What about that stuff on the Internet?

For all we know she murdered my boy.

I understand you believe that,

but we don't have enough evidence to...

You know what?

I will call mayor Warner if I have to.

You do what you need to do.

My job is to conduct a proper investigation.

We will find out who killed your son, Edward.

Aaargh!!!!

Everything alright, Ms. Wylde?

Fine.

Chief.

Yeah.

I ran the contents of the bedroom past Mr. Ellory.

And?

He said he couldn't be sure if anything was missing.

You know, it's no secret that he and his son

weren't exactly on the best of terms.

Still it's his son that we're talking about, Walsh.

It looks like you have a visitor.

I guess you made quite an impression.

I'll catch up with you, Dave.

Hi.

Ms. Wylde.

Can I help you?

I'd really love to have my laptop back.

I'm sorry, but you're computer is evidence.

Look, I haven't been charged.

You've seen what you wanted to see.

I just need to work.

If you like I could just file for a motion

under rule 41 B

or I could save you all the headaches and paperwork

and you could just give it to me.

What do you say?

Alright.

Just wait here.

I shouldn't be doing this, but...

I really appreciate it.

Chief, don't we need that computer for evidence?

Don't worry.

I've copied everything on the hard drive.

Where were you going?

And he had a suitcase packed.

Sarah, what are you doing sneaking around his house?

Why would he pack a bag?

I mean, where was he going?

How would I know?

Maybe he was being chased.

Maybe he was going to Tijuana for the weekend.

He's a twenty year old kid for crying out loud.

I don't know, Lillian.

The other day I saw him fighting

with this guy on his boat.

I need to find out who it was.

Sarah, I'm concerned.

This isn't one of your books.

Reality isn't always neatly wrapped up by page 250.

Lillian.

Lillian, I'm a big girl.

Don't worry about me, okay?

I can take care of myself.

Hey, Lewis.

See.

I remembered.

Impressive.

Thanks.

Hey, do you know who that guy is out there on the bike?

Vanilla latte.

Two percent.

No.

I mean his name.

Who is he?

His name is Jason, but trust me,

he is more trouble than he's worth.

Where can I find him?

I don't understand why everybody's making such a big deal.

There's nothing wrong with liking younger men.

As a matter of fact, most of us younger men

would prefer a more mature woman.

Lewis.

Jason...

Where can I find him?

What do you want with that guy?

I've got so much I can offer you.

Lewis, please.

Try the bar down the street.

Thanks, buddy.

I'll be here when he breaks your heart.

Noted.

Hi.

Mind if I sit down?

You're that woman they think killed Michael.

I saw you at his house the other day.

Not interested in talking about it.

The two of you were fighting.

You don't know anything.

Well, I know this.

What's that?

I found it on his boat.

Is it trash?

It looks like somebody owed someone a lot of money

and you were at his house the night they found his body,

so I'm just trying to find if there's some connection.

Fine.

What, you wanna know that he owed me money?

Is that it?

You win.

But I didn't do anything to him.

Where were you the night he was killed?

At the movies?

Alone?

With a girl.

And she can testify to that?

Yeah, yeah.

I'd show you the stubs if the chief didn't take them already.

Can I get the check?

What about Michael?

Did he have a girlfriend?

Do you know anybody that would've gone over

to his house that night?

He was loaded and famous.

He got plenty of tail.

Names?

Do you really wanna know?

I do.

Nicole Warner.

Write that down.

Warner.

Who is she?

They had a thing a while ago,

but I don't think she ever got over it,

not even after her husband beat the crap out of him.

Husband?

Have fun.

No, wait.

Who is her husband?

Who are you married to?

Who are you married to?

Hey.

Can I get...?

Coffee to go.

You're the best.

Thanks.

Oh.

Oh, sorry.

Oh.

Sarah, wait.

Please.

How are you holding up?

Not too bad considering the entire town

thinks I'm a murderer.

Well I don't and neither does B.

We've reading your books for years.

You're better than anybody in this town.

You didn't kill that kid.

Thank you.

So do the police have any leads?

I don't know.

I'm not really in the loop.

Then why don't you just leave.

I can't.

I don't think that would look too good.

It doesn't look too good right now.

You've got a point.

Did you ever hear anything about mayor Warner

going after Michael?

The mayor?

No.

But if it's gossip you want you've gotta talk to b.

I might just do that.

Thanks.

Okay.

Get off my tail.

[Siren]

Look, I'm really sorry.

I was being chased.

License and registration please.

There was a car.

It was right on my tail.

It was trying to run me off the road.

Funny, I don't see anyone.

They're gone already.

If I were you I'd think about keeping a low profile,

stay out of trouble.

Okay.

I'll be right back.

Shoot!

Stop.

Stop what?

Well, obviously whoever killed Michael

thinks that I'm on to them.

And why is that?

You don't think that I'm going to just sit here

and let you tighten the noose around my neck, do you?

I know a thing or two about investigation.

Some people think I should've already arrested you.

So why haven't you?

Because, unlike them, I believe people are innocent

until proven guilty.

Did your deputy tell you about the little incident

with the car?

The speeding ticket.

I was being chased.

He never saw anyone.

They sped off.

Ms. Wylde...

What has to happen here before you'll open your eyes

and see that there is something going on!

A conspiracy?

I'm being set up!

It's obvious!

By who?

I assure you we're investigating every possible angle.

Alright.

Well, are you investigating this angle in here?!!

Huh?

It's quite the mess.

It's quite the mess?

That's it?

You're not going to dust for prints

or check for witnesses or anything?

It's just quite the mess?

Ms. Wylde, I'm in the middle of a rather large

and rather important murder investigation.

Now as much as I'd love to claim that I have the type

of omniscient crime lab that someone may encounter, say,

in one of your novels,

I, again, assure you

my men are working as hard as they can.

Yeah.

You're deputy looked really overworked

when he wrote me that speeding ticket.

You know, anybody could've written that note,

maybe even you.

Good day, Ms. Wylde.

So I got that information for you from my friend at the DMV.

There are exactly six Mustangs registered in that town.

Really? Six?

Uh-huh.

Three vintage, two convertible and one non-operational.

I'm sorry, darling.

I wish I had better news.

What did you need this for?

It's not really important.

Listen, thanks anyway.

I'll talk to you later.

Okay.

Bye.

Marie.

What are you doing here?

Someone broke into my house.

What?

When?

Today.

You didn't see anything?

No.

Did they take anything?

No, but they pretty much ransacked the house

and killed my computer.

Why?

I'm thinking that somebody's trying to frighten me.

Are you sure you didn't hear anything?

Nothing.

But...

What?

You're not exactly the town's favorite resident right now.

So that makes it okay?

No.

Of course not.

But I don't want to see something happen to you.

The Ellorys are a very powerful family.

I didn't kill anybody.

I really appreciate you letting me use your computer.

I'm sorry that we ever doubted you.

I feel like I've been sucked into one of my own novels.

Have you had a chance to call the police?

Yeah.

They're looking into it.

I figure I must be on to something

if I made them nervous.

Okay, so how can I help you?

I actually wanted to talk to you about Michael's relationship

with Nicole Warner.

Nicole Warner?

That's old news.

How old?

He and the mayor got into it about six or eight months ago

outside of Liver Pog, remember?

I remember.

Wait a second.

The mayor?

Yeah.

He and the Ellorys have always had

a difficult relationship,

but this did not make anything easier.

Did he hit him?

Yeah.

They'd both been drinking.

Words were exchanged.

I mean, nobody knows who hit who first

but the chief had to pull them apart.

And nobody brought this up when Michael turned up dead?

Their relationship was over.

Wouldn't you know the mayor patched things up

with his wife before his pre-election campaign.

But you know what?

This whole thing really affected

Michael's relationship with his father.

What if it wasn't over?

What do you mean?

I took this photo the night Michael went missing.

Well, that certainly looks like Nicole.

Yeah, it does.

Wait a second.

Hang on.

That's not there anymore.

What's not there?

This.

This photo here, behind them.

It wasn't there when I went to his house.

What do you think the mayor would do if he found out?

Are you kidding?

That man is famous for his temper.

It doesn't mean he'd kill someone.

He'd certainly think about it.

It would certainly impact his chances for reelection.

Personally, I would be afraid of what

Edward would do to his son.

This whole thing cost him a lot of valuable

real estate contracts.

Hold on.

When I was at the police station.

I overheard the deputy telling the police

that the two were not on speaking terms.

You see.

Please.

I mean the man might sell out his grandmother,

but he's not going to kill his own son.

You don't know what those people would do.

You don't.

You don't.

I do.

Thank you.

Mr. Ellory.

What do you want?

Are you grieving over a round of golf?

That's none of your business.

What do you want?

Just to talk to you for a minute.

Make an appointment.

I tried your office three times.

I'm a busy man.

I understand.

This will only take a minute.

You know if it was up to me you'd be sitting

in a cell right now.

What about the mayor?

What about him?

He's the one who hit your son, right?

Oh, you're gonna dig that up now?

I think it's a relevant issue, don't you?

I will not stand here

and have you drag my son's name through the mud.

You're not curious that she was with him

the night he was murdered?

Nicole?

I have photos.

Alan threatened to pull the permits on this project

that I've been working on.

It must have been upsetting.

Well, I've spent five years on the project.

I mean, it's a goldmine.

It's worth millions in the first six months alone.

And you almost lost it all because of your son's behavior.

My son did not force that woman to do anything

against her will.

Instead of directing his anger at me

Alan should be looking at his own bed.

I hope he loses that damn election.

And a part of you doesn't blame Michael a little?

My son was always very popular with the ladies.

He was charming and he was handsome.

Yes, I did get angry with him to be honest

and I threatened to cut him off.

In fact, I said a lot of things that I would give anything,

I mean anything, to take back.

But you know what hurts the most?

When his mother died he was all I had left

and I never once told him I loved him.

That son of a bitch.

Do you believe he's having a gala fund-raiser tonight?

[Instrumental jazz music]

Thank you.

You look great.

Thanks, babe.

I'll see you later.

Okay.

Enjoying the party?

Ms. Wylde.

Don't worry, this won't take long.

I just want to ask you a couple questions

about Michael Ellory.

Well, what happened to him was a tragedy

and I hope that whoever did it is adequately punished.

You know him?

My husband is the mayor.

I know a lot of people.

I saw you at his house the night he was murdered.

If you'll excuse me.

I think this conversation is over.

I have a photograph of the two of you in his kitchen.

What do you think your husband would do

if he found out?

What are you doing?

Just trying to find the truth.

What do you want me to say?

Yes, Michael and I had a relationship.

Michael had many relationships.

Were they serious?

What was the plan?

To elope?

To run away where your husband couldn't find you?

What are you talking about?

I don't believe we've had the pleasure.

Ms. Wylde.

Good evening, chief.

Why am I not surprised to see you here?

Ms. Wylde, I'd like to propose that we spare us

both the embarrassment of having you escorted out of here.

Of course, your honor.

Always a pleasure, chief.

Sorry about that, mayor.

I'll make sure Ms. Wylde keeps her distance.

I don't think that will be necessary, right, honey?

Honey?

Huh?

No.

It's fine.

Thank you.

Mayor.

Mrs. Warner.

So what was that all about?

She was just asking me questions about the town.

Leave me alone!!!!

Christina Lake police department.

Can I give you a hand?

Thanks.

Where are we going?

This way.

Everything alright, Nicole?

This woman bothering you?

It's fine.

I don't think the chief would be too happy to know

that you're still harassing the mayor's wife, Ms. Wylde.

I said it's fine, Dave.

It's just a little girl talk.

That's all.

The deputy's a real piece of work, isn't he?

Dave?

He's always been that way.

My husband took care of him when they were kids.

I guess he's just being protective.

Kids?

You don't know?

No.

They're half brothers.

This town really is small.

So what did you want to talk to me about?

I know my husband has a motive

and I know that he is crazy jealous,

but he's not a killer.

But he attacked Mike once before.

Yeah, and they were both drunk.

Was he drinking the night Michael vanished?

He doesn't even know I was there.

He was out with the guys.

There was no way that he could do it.

You know what I find weird

is that there was no blood in the house.

The locks weren't picked.

There's no sign of forced entry.

Yeah.

I'm just thinking that maybe it was someone that he knew.

So what, you think I did it?

There's a photo of you that's missing now.

I made him take that down.

I saw that he had a bag packed.

Where were you guys going?

We had talked about leaving.

What happened?

Don't get me wrong.

He was sweet and the sex was incredible,

but it was just talk.

So how did you leave it?

I was straightforward with him from day one.

And, yeah, he was angry when I left,

but he had to get over it because I'm married.

Okay.

It doesn't matter what you think of me.

But I think that you should know

that there's a long list of people with motive

to kill Michael.

What do you mean?

He had it rough with his dad.

He cut him off, canceled his trust fund.

His dad's off sailing in the Caribbean

and his kid is borrowing money off me to pay his debts.

So he was broke?

He was beyond broke

and he owed a lot of people money.

Like who?

Bookies mostly, he liked to bet on sports.

What about Jason Kelly?

Did he owe him money?

Probably, I didn't really know him.

But I only met him once or twice.

But I know him and Michael hung out a lot.

Edward never approved.

He always told Michael to stay away from him.

Why?

I don't know.

You'd have to ask him.

Thanks.

Jason Kelly.

That's a name I'd rather not hear again.

I tried to keep Michael away from him.

Why's that?

He's a bad influence.

Is that it?

My son had a gambling problem.

Jason merely exacerbated it.

Is that why you cut him off?

Ms. Wylde, I really appreciate your efforts

in trying to solve this case.

I hope you can understand

that I am not the least bit interested

in discussing my late son's indiscretions.

Now if you will excuse me

I have funeral arrangements to make.

Of course.

Damn it.

Chief, I'm going out for a coffee.

Do you want anything?

Not right now, thanks.

Hey, Walsh.

Yeah?

Let me ask you something.

Sarah Wylde.

Successful writer.

Twelve best-selling novels.

What do you think would possess someone like that

to commit a murder?

So you don't think she did it?

I'm not saying that.

I'm just wondering, what's the motive?

Research.

See if she could get away with it.

Why here?

Why now?

Maybe she got too involved, crossed the line.

I mean, you read what she wrote in her blog.

It could've been a crime of passion.

Yeah, but why would she go from a woman with a simple crush

to a full-fledged murderess.

There was no physical relationship between the two

and there's not a shred of evidence

that she was there the night he disappeared.

You remember that Jordano case,

upstate a couple years ago?

It doesn't take much to push someone over the edge.

It's not the same.

She doesn't fit the profile.

Why, because she's rich?

No, because she's smart.

You should've seen that cottage.

Someone did a real number on her.

Like you say, she's smart.

She could've done that herself just to throw us off.

Possible, I suppose.

I still think we're missing something.

You want me to go through the files again?

Maybe there is someone else,

someone else who wants us to think it's Wylde.

You want me to take a close look at that Jason kid?

No.

You know what?

I'm going to go back down there,

walk down the water and see if I can find anything.

You want me to go with you?

No, you grab your coffee.

It'll give me a chance to think things over.

Thanks though.

No problem, chief.

Sheriff, hi.

Ms. Wylde, what are you doing here?

I came to show you something.

You see that?

That's my car.

Wow.

Yeah, wow.

Well, if you want to file a report...

A report?

You mean the same kind of report that I filed

after the break-in?

That kind of report?

Ms. Wylde, just...

Look, don't you see?

The killer is still out there

and they're afraid that I'm on to them.

Then file a report.

Did you know that Michael owed Jason Kelly money?

He owed a lot of people money.

Yeah, but this was a lot of money.

Tens of thousands.

Check it out.

This could mean anything.

Besides, look, my deputy has already gone down

to the theatre and talked to people, okay?

You can check his report if you want.

Five people confirmed that he was there and never left,

not even to go to the bathroom.

Yeah, but...

I just...

Ms. Wylde, if you'd like to file a report

please talk to my desk sergeant.

Otherwise, allow me to finish my investigation.

I am so glad you came to see me today

because I've got a great selection at the moment.

So what's the occasion?

You got into an accident?

Vandalism.

Not to worry

because we've got some pretty fancy rides.

I don't want anything too fancy.

Just something that's cheap and has good gas mileage.

You sure?

Because when I look at you I see a woman with taste.

I like this one.

We just got it back yesterday.

Really?

Yeah.

I haven't had a chance to clean it out yet, but...

Let's say you shave off a couple bucks off the top

and I overlook the mess.

Deal.

Deal.

Shall we?

That's one flashy car.

Yeah, well, you know, us girls just wanna have fun.

Vanilla hazelnut latte, double sugar, double soy milk.

[Telephone ringing]

Christina Lake police department.

Yeah, hi, it's Wylde calling.

Yes, Ms. Wylde, how can I help you?

I need to speak with the chief.

Is he around, it's an emergency.

The chief's not here.

Would you like to talk to the deputy?

No, no, no.

Look.

It's just important that I speak with the chief

and the chief only.

Just tell him that I know who killed Michael Ellory.

What?

Better yet, just have him come to my house.

He knows where I live.

Alright?

Sure.

Great, thanks.

[Knocking]

Chief.

Oh thank god you're here.

Hello, Sarah.

Ahhh!

You couldn't stop.

You just had to play detective, didn't you?

You're hurting me!

Just getting started.

Ahhh!

Any messages?

Sarah Wylde.

Says she knows who killed Michael Ellory.

Said she wouldn't talk to anybody but you.

She said to have you call her back as soon as possible.

Hi.

You've reached Sarah.

I'm going back out there.

If you hear from her,

you let me know immediately.

Sarah?

Sarah, it's chief Sayers.

Are you here?

It's the chief.

I need you to run a GPS on deputy Walsh's car.

I wanna know exactly where he is.

Easy.

Don't hurt yourself.

Is your brother in on it or did you do this yourself?

Alan worked his ass off for this town.

He didn't deserve to lose the most important thing

in his life to that punk.

When I saw her with that punk

it didn't seem like she was suffering.

Shut up!

Everything was fine until he showed up.

So you killed him.

No, no.

I gave him a chance to walk away.

He wouldn't listen.

What was I supposed to do?

Alan always protected me.

He looked after me.

I owed him.

What do you think is going to happen

when your number one suspect turns up dead?

Come on, move!!!

Huh?

You don't think that's going to seem a little suspicious?

Why?

After all the guilt over what you've done

combined with your incredible sense of loss,

it was only a matter of time before you were driven

to take your own life.

Suicide.

I'm not quite the writer you are,

but I'll try to do you justice when I write the note.

Go to hell!

After you.

Move!

Hey!

Walsh!

[Gunfire]

This is the chief.

We have a situation down at the dam.

Walsh has taken a hostage.

Don't ask any questions.

Just get some men down here immediately.

You're hurting me!

Get down!

Get off!!

What's wrong?

Shut up!!!

What's the matter, no plan B?!!

I said shut up!

Look out!

[Gunfire]

Dave, come on, I just want to talk.

[Gunfire]

Get up!!

Let's go!!

Move!!!

Okay. Come on, go!!!

[Gunfire]

Get down!!

Ugh!!

[Gunfire]

[Fighting grunts]

Back away, Dave!!

[Fighting grunts]

Enough!

Come on!

Got him?

Are you alright?

Yeah.

Thanks.

Come on.

Sarah, I want to apologize.

I should've listened to you.

You did what you had to do.

And we solved our case.

Yeah, we did.

So what now?

Gonna finish the book?

I think I finally found a way to end it.

Send me a copy?

Sure.

Goodnight, Sarah.

Goodnight.

Hey, Lewis.

I knew you'd be back.

Thanks.

Darling, great news.

The publisher's already going back to press.

They say this is going to be your biggest book yet.

That's fantastic.

So when are you coming back to the city?

I've got some good deals in the pipeline for you

that we need to talk about.

I'm not sure.

Sarah, come on.

I know this town is cute and quaint and all that

but it's time to get back to work.

I can work here.

Besides, I already started my next book.

Really?

What's it about?

I guess you'll just have to wait and see.

Hello, chief.

Excuse me one minute.

Ms. Wylde...

If you would.

And who should I make it out to?

Darren.

Darren.

Will you be in town for a while?

I might be.

Good.

There's a case I'd like to talk to you about.

A case, huh?

That is if you're interested.

Sure.

Good.

Why don't we dcuss it over dinner tonight?

Why don't we.

Pick you up at 7:00?

Sounds good.

Whatever happened to I need a little peace and quiet

so I can concentrate on my writing?

Well, you know I like unpredictable endings.

Call you tomorrow?

You got it.

Marie.

To my dear neighbor and friend Marie.

Okay.

P.S. Thanks for the muffins.