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Danny, take a look at this.

This would be perfect for our scarecrow.

It would.

Oh, but what about this one?

Sort of a Fred Astaire.

Oh, like a dapper scarecrow? Yeah.

Oh, but it's a scarecrow, not a snowman.

No, you're right.

It's not very Harvest Day vibes, is it?

But this, oh, look at this.

It's perfect.

Perfect.

Wow.

You know, those retro video games are selling like hotcakes. I know.

That boy reminds me of Logan. Oh, are you missing him?

Yes, and he's only been gone three weeks.

But he'll be home for family dinner tomorrow night. You want to join us? Oh,

family dinner.

Does that mean Hannah's back?

No, she's staying with her friend from law school while they study for the bar

exam. Ah.

Well, as much as I would love to catch up with Jason and Logan, I have improv

class tomorrow night. Ooh, any cute guys in improv class?

Maybe.

Oh, what'd you get?

I feel something in the pocket. It's in the lining.

A pocket watch. How do you do that?

I don't know.

Danny, I used to have this toy when I was a child.

Hey. Logan.

I just tried to call you.

Sorry, my phone's in the car.

I need wire strippers. I'm trying to boost my sound system, but I don't know

which ones I need. So I'm taking both.

Well, why don't you ask your dad? He'd know.

He's held up in his office.

What'd you need?

Oh, I wanted you to put a blurb in the Rags to Riches website.

10% off everything during harvest days.

But make it snazzy.

Snazzy? Mm-hmm.

Is that like spiffy?

More like nifty.

A snazzy blurb that's more nifty than spiffy.

Got it. Thank you.

Hey, Logan, you'll be here for dinner tomorrow night, right? Let me see. Do I

want to make ramen again for dinner or have a nice home-cooked meal?

Not a tough choice.

Logan, tell me you don't eat ramen for dinner every night.

I don't eat ramen for dinner every night. Bye.

Love you.

Ramen.

Hey,

hon, what you looking for?

Oh, my headphones.

I'm jumping on a Zoom call in a couple of minutes.

Thank you.

This is the third Saturday in a row that you've worked.

Says the woman who always works Saturdays. Well, that's true.

But I hope I get to have dinner with you tonight.

We are supposed to be enjoying our empty nest.

Well, it didn't sound all that empty today unless that wasn't Logan's voice I

heard. No, he's gone.

Oh, good.

It'll just be you and me.

When I get back.

Back from where?

My trip back in time.

From 1892.

Can you wear those today?

Mm-hmm.

You've made Lizzie the killer.

Helen, you told me this hadn't been decided yet. I think I said it hadn't

been officially decided.

Kill the sound effects, would you, Miltie? No.

I hate to break it to you, Miss Crosby, but you can't hold a Lizzie Borden

murder mystery night and not make Lizzie Borden the killer. I agree. It would be

ridiculous. Not as ridiculous as betraying a woman who is found not

guilty in a court of law with an ass in her hand.

I see I will have to take my Lizzie memorabilia and go home.

I have a reputation to protect.

No, no, no, please don't, Carol. We've already advertised your collection.

Isaac, I had a thought. What if we show both sides? We reenact a Lizzie is

guilty scenario, but then do an intruder scenario.

What do we think?

Fine by me if Lizzie doesn't do the hacking.

After all the books I've given you to read about the case. You know...

It might make it more interesting for the audience if we show both sides.

No.

Stubborn mules, both of you.

What if we have Jen weigh in on this?

Oh, come on, Isaac. You know it'll be the right thing if Jennifer Shannon

thinks it's right.

I do respect Jen's opinion.

I'd be willing to find out what she thinks. Good.

Where is she, anyway? Well, it's Saturday. You know, she has her garage

sales on Saturdays. But she said she'd be here eventually.

Who will be here eventually?

You! Yes. We need your help to settle on a strategy for the reenactment. Oh.

I'm all ears.

Oh, great.

I saved the spot for it.

Oh!

Hi!

Helen! Hi!

Come on in.

Oh, wow.

Love the decoration.

Yeah, we're getting a jump on our Harvest Day look.

Danny, you remember Helen Ponder?

She's the president of the Murder Mystery Book Club I joined last year.

Yes, it's so nice to see you again, Helen. Your book club puts on those

Murder Mystery Nights to raise money for the food bank, right? Yes, that's right.

Oh, and this year we are doing the most famous murder mystery of them all. The

Borden murders.

Actually, I brought some flyers for you.

Oh, wait.

Is this Lizzie Borden took an axe and gave her mother 40 whacks? Well, it was

18 actually, but yes, that's the one. I am playing the poor mom, Abby Borden.

Well, that's if we're still doing the reenactment. You said Isaac was ready to

revolt again?

Oh. No, no, no. He was just fussing about us adding extra lines to the

script about Lizzie being acquitted at the trial.

Don't forget, I volunteered your expertise to display her aborted

memorabilia at the event.

That's right. Danny, I could use your help with that. The most important piece

is a first edition Fall River tragedy by Edwin Porter.

That's the first book ever written on the case. Wow. Well, good.

It's settled then.

Oh, we do still need someone to play the police marshal.

I think I know the perfect person.

You're kidding.

Oh, Frank, just consider it. We'll have fun.

Oh, it's Hannah. Hi, honey.

Hey, sweetie. Hey, Hannah.

Oh, hey, guys. We're just here with Frank, getting ready to have a little

dinner. Hannah, save me from your mom. She wants me to play a cop in a play

about Lizzie Borden.

Oh. I studied that in law school. So, wait, which cop are you playing?

Oh, Police Marshal Rufus Hilliard.

He's the head of the Fall River Police Department.

Oh, yeah, so like the chief of police.

Exactly. But, Frank, you'd be more like the master of ceremonies, narrating and

pointing out evidence to spectators. Didn't you say you were thinking of

applying to be the next police chief when this one retires next year?

Don't do it, Frank.

I took a promotion, and now I'm managing a new crisis every single day.

How's the studying going?

Good.

digging into Paul's graph versus Long Island Railroad.

And yes, it is as simple-headed as it sounds.

Anyway, I gotta get back to it. I just wanted to call and say a quick hi.

Okay, honey, I'll call you later. We love you. Love you, guys. Miss you. Bye,

Hannah. Bye. Bye.

That hat, it's gonna look really good on you.

Oh. You should try it on.

What? Have a look.

You know what I think, Frank?

Before you say anything, if he doesn't want to do it, my plan is to volunteer

you.

Distinguished.

You look distinguished.

You know what?

I'll do it.

Oh, Frank.

Thank you. We're going to have fun.

Tomorrow's rehearsal and the show's on Saturday.

What? You're going to be great.

Oh, Danny, this is Milton Hayes.

Milton owns this lovely B&B.

Milton somehow let our book club talk him into having our event here.

It's like you've curated the past into every corner.

The decanter, is that a Richard Bell?

Early 1900s style.

Though I like to pretend that Fred Astaire once kept his best scotch in it.

Oh, ignore that. The electrical wiring in this place is as ancient as the

hills. Gives some folks a start, but just means the heat turned on.

Oh, Jim.

That's Carol Crosby.

She's written the best-selling Lizzie Borden book in the past 20 years.

Yes. Too bad she's not guilty.

Oh, right. That's the thing with Borden murder buffs.

You're either in the Lizzie is guilty camp or the Lizzie is not guilty camp.

Which one are you?

Neither. No, it's the one mystery I've delved into that I think is genuinely

unsolvable.

Jennifer Shannon.

Giving up on a mystery. Are there pigs flying outside?

Lizzie was only eight years old when her stepmother gave her this.

They were actually quite close, rumors to the contrary.

You know, I've never seen Abby spelled with an I-E in any of the books I've

read about the case.

No, but that's how Abby herself spelled it.

It's in the Rebello, what we experts like to call the Bible for Borden

studies.

And this clock was on the mantle the night of the murders.

Locked away as evidence for decades.

Look, you can still see a few blood splatters on there.

This is cookware from Maplecroft, where Lizzie stayed

after she was acquitted. Ah, and this.

This is a sample that she made.

What is a home without a father?

Honestly, would someone who embroidered this just turn around and murder her

father? I say yes, she would, and she did.

You picked the right person to play cranky old Andrew Borden. What do you

mean? He's showing us his soft side today.

Danny, these two like to tease each other. This is Isaac. He is the Mr.

Borden to my Mrs. Borden. We always say after book club and discuss cases.

And the centerpiece of my collection.

First edition of Edwin Porter's Fall River Tragedy.

Oh, it's in beautiful condition. It must be very rare. Not as rare as it was once

thought. That's true.

There was a rumor that Lizzie bought up all the copies except for a few and had

them destroyed. Well, like most rumors about Lizzie, it was all nonsense.

Yes, there are still a few hundred in circulation, but none of them have this.

Signed.

Not only by Edwin Porter, but also by Rufus Hilliard.

This is the only first edition in existence that's signed by the police

marshal, too.

I don't know why you won't accept my offer for it. I mean, $4,000 is three

times the market value.

Well, I've been offered $10,000, but I would never part with it. Why not?

Porter knew Lizzie was guilty.

Hilliard knew Lizzie was guilty. It belongs in the hands of someone who

knows it, too. You know no such thing, unless you were a fly on the wall in the

Borden house in 1892.

Excuse me.

I was knocking and no one answered, so I thought I'd just let myself in. Frank,

I'm so glad you're here. Hey, Frank.

It's good to see you.

It's getting a little intense in here. I think our work is done.

Murder mystery people are a different breed.

There is not one iota of physical evidence against Lizzie. Not one. Right.

Because she hid it all.

Oh, do you know what that tells me?

The audience is going to be thrilled that we are so passionate about this

case.

Everyone, I would like you to meet my friend. This is Detective Frank Linwood.

He's agreed to play the role of Marshall Hilliard. Very good of you to step in

last minute. Oh, thanks.

Looking forward to it. Oh, yes, the police.

They searched the house from top to bottom. Where would she have hidden the

hatchet? She lived there for over 20 years. She knew that place inside out.

Dad. What? You're embarrassing yourself.

This whole thing is an embarrassment. You know, I know I said I was all right

with the showing. both sides approach, but I'm not.

You're going to have to find another Andrew Borden.

He'll be fine.

You know Isaac. He blows hot, but give him a few ticks to settle down and he'll

be back. He wants to play Andrew. I promise you that.

I'll go talk to him.

Hello?

I have a reservation here for tonight. The name is Hilliard.

Oh, yes.

Welcome, Mr. Hilliard. I thought I was playing Hilliard. Oh, no, that's my

actual name, Eric Hilliard. I'm the great-grandson of Rufus Hilliard. Ah,

you're the one who keeps trying to get me to sell my Fall River tragedy.

Is that the book? May I look at it? No,

you may not.

Helen?

You should have warned me that I would have to face several attempts of people

trying to get me to sell my prized possession. Carol, please.

How was I to know who else made a reservation here this week?

I, uh, I didn't mean to upset Miss Crosby. I did hear that she'd be here

with the book, and so I made the trip hoping to see it firsthand.

Well, it looks like our advertising worked.

Yeah, I took an early flat. I'd like to check in if that's okay. Of course.

Come into my office. Thank you.

Now might be a good time to take an hour-long break. Yes. Now, Mr. Hilliard,

do you have any high-wattage items that you need to plug in?

In your room, a clothes iron or a blow dryer could trip the breaker for the

entire house.

Yeah, no, I'm good.

Very good, very good. Right this way. Thanks.

Buy you a coffee.

Yeah.

I know I said I'd try something new.

I just didn't think it was a miniature coffee.

It's espresso, Frank.

It's small and bitter, and people have very strong opinions about it. Kind of

like Lizzie Borden. Right.

So what was all that about hidden evidence?

Oh, it was interesting.

There was no direct evidence against Lizzie.

No blood on her clothes.

No murder weapon anywhere in the house.

And I'm sure no fingerprints.

Didn't have that kind of crime detection until the 20th century. And they didn't

know how to contain a crime scene.

They let dozens of people walk through the house, even touch the bodies.

The case against Lizzie was circumstantial.

The argument was because she was the only one in the house at the time of the

murders, nobody else could have done it. But the jury didn't buy it.

Sounds like there was plenty of room for reasonable doubt.

Not to Isaac. He has zero doubt that Lizzie did it. And it seems to be very

personal to him.

I get it.

You know, a lot of cops are the same. They don't want to let it go.

Right. It's good, right?

It's so good.

Okay. Yeah, thanks, Jen.

I hope this doesn't mean that everyone is still in their corners.

Jen!

Oh, good. Your detective friend is back.

Thank goodness. We were just looking for you both. My book is gone. Someone stole

it. You, sir, are harboring a thief in this establishment.

The Porter book is missing?

I took it up to my room. I came downstairs to get some tea, and when I

went back up, the door to my room was wide open, and the book was gone.

Okay, everyone take a breath.

Somebody probably just brought it downstairs and laid it somewhere.

Lisa, why don't you look down here, and Jen and I will go upstairs, okay? Okay.

Okay, you go that way. I'll go this way. Okay.

Oh, Eric, right?

Yeah, yeah. Have you seen the Porter book? It seems to have gone missing.

No, no.

Oh.

Isaac. Frank!

What? I can't find a pulse.

Here we go again. I just saw Eric Killian leave this room.

Did he go downstairs?

I don't know. I didn't see which way he went.

Okay, okay.

Okay. Somebody call an ambulance. Oh, Isaac.

Oh, no.

I was hoping the medical examiner would tell me it was an accident.

No, it wasn't.

I saw the signs of a struggle.

Tear on his shirt, bruises on his wrist.

Yeah, this is officially a homicide investigation.

You say you caught Eric Hilliard?

I did.

Let's go.

Is this necessary?

Hey, hey. Have a seat.

Look, I had no idea anyone was in that room.

I didn't see a soul, I swear.

I'll admit it took me a moment to notice Isaac.

Isaac?

That was his name?

Isaac Simmons.

Did you know him?

What? No.

I just got here.

I was trying to get some coffee.

I spilled some on myself and I got embarrassed when I saw you. I just

wanted to get back to my room to change.

I did see spilled coffee in the room.

Well, he was changing when I found him. He wasn't trying to run.

I'm gonna have to take that shirt. Go ahead.

I asked for the owner of the place to be brought to me, and they say he's not in

the building.

I think I might know where he is.

Bag that shirt.

Uh, hello?

What about me?

Milton? Milton,

I'm so sorry. I know how much Isaac meant to you.

I, uh... 13 years I was friends with Isaac.

Most of them, anyway.

Lost track of him for a while when I lost my wife.

I heard it was...

More like you asked him to go away.

I did.

And he'd be the first to say he deserved it.

And the first to say it was water under the bridge.

And the first to thank me for being there for him when he lost his wife.

I'm sorry.

I was told you arrested someone.

We're holding someone.

For now.

I need to know what kind of security surveillance you have here. I don't spot

any cameras.

There aren't any.

When my wife and I got the idea for a bed and breakfast, we wanted people to

feel like they were back in a different era, and cameras would spoil that

effect. That explains why there's no key card security system either.

Yes. Well, also...

The electrical wiring couldn't handle it, so we use the most accurate-to-the

-period keys we can find. I give each guest a key when they check in, and

there's a duplicate of each of those keys on this ring, which I keep in my

pocket at all times.

What do you do if a guest loses a key? Make another duplicate?

I usually just replace the doorknob, which comes with a new set of keys.

Are there any keys missing on that ring right now?

No, five spare keys for five guest rooms, plus the sitting room key.

Okay. You need to keep that sitting room locked until the investigation is over.

Okay.

You just need the keys for about an hour to dust for prints.

Okay. Thank you.

Also, I'm going to have a tech look at Carol Crosby's room to see if there's

any sign of tampering with the locks.

Just like the real Lizzie.

They say she didn't cry a drop after her father was killed.

Excuse me, Isaac wasn't my father. He was my stepfather.

You followed Isaac when he got upset and left the room. Did you find him?

Yeah.

He was in that little room upstairs.

I asked him what his problem was. He told me not to worry about it. So he did

it.

I went out back into the garden.

Detective Linwood. Yes. I am not insensitive to the life and death

situation that you're dealing with here. But I need to know that you haven't

forgotten about my book.

I've told the officers on my detail to keep an eye out for it.

All right.

Now, I'm going to have to ask you all a few questions. But first, you're going

to need a minute.

And just hang tight.

I want you to make sure that none of these people talk to each other. I don't

want them comparing notes.

Well, it doesn't look like anything but coffee on Eric Hilliard's shirt.

I'll send it to the lab anyway.

You know, Eric said he didn't know Isaac, but when he heard Isaac's name,

he had a funny reaction. Did you notice that?

They might have a history for all we know.

You know, I'm keeping him at the station until I find out more.

In the meantime...

I need to interview everyone here separately.

I left the Porter book on the nightstand in my bedroom.

I wanted some tea to calm my nerves.

So I locked the door. I came downstairs to the kitchen. I ran into Helen.

I was looking for Isaac.

I caught distracted. There was a plate of molasses cookies.

I'm a nervous eater, so... Then Carol comes in.

She tells me she wants to pull out of the event. I told her I wanted her to

stick to her commitment.

We sat on the patio and talked for about 10 minutes or so. She said she would

think about it, and then she went upstairs.

Then when I went back upstairs, the door to my room was open, and the book was

gone. Vanished.

Then I heard her scream, so I hurried on up.

She said the book was gone.

So we came down to the carloader, looked for it, and that's when you came in.

I was in my office checking in Eric Hilliard, chatting about the Borden

case, of course.

Then I showed him to his room.

I was halfway up the stairs to look for Isaac when my phone rang.

It was someone who wanted to make a reservation, so I went back.

Did you see Isaac at all during that time?

No, and if I had, I would have avoided him.

He was quite hostile to me, as you saw yourself.

After my stepdad told me not to worry about him, I went out back, called my

friend, and that's it.

You seem to be the youngest member of the book club by far.

I guess.

I'm 21.

I would see the books for the club lying around the house, started reading them

too.

Especially, like, the ones where a woman is the killer.

Hey. Hi.

You okay?

I'm okay.

I'm sorry.

And I'm sorry I didn't get to have dinner with you.

That's okay.

I'll make you breakfast if you want.

Don't you have work?

I'll go in later.

Well, breakfast sounds wonderful.

That's Isaac's stepdaughter. I want to check on her.

Sierra, are you okay?

Yes. No, I don't know. My dad's car is still here, and I don't know if I'm even

allowed to drive it. Well, the police officers over there, they can take you

home, okay? And I'll help you figure the rest out tomorrow. Let's get this picked

up, okay?

Sierra?

What are you doing with the Porter book?

Oh, Sierra, you poor girl.

All right.

We have scrambled eggs.

Wow.

Toast. Oh. And fresh juice for you.

Oh, Jason, this looks lovely.

Oh. I love you. I love you.

This is so sweet.

So how are you? You okay?

I'm fine. Yeah.

I'm just happy to be here with you.

It's work.

But I'm going to ignore it until I finish having breakfast with my

beautiful wife.

So what happened with this girl?

Oh, Sierra, that's a good question.

Frank was going to hold her overnight and interview her this morning.

Hey. Hey, Logan.

Brought God's tools back.

Oh. You took my tools?

Who's that?

Oh, Sierra Morris.

Sadly, her stepfather was murdered yesterday.

Do you know her?

No, but I recognize that girl in the photo with her. That's the barista from

the coffee place near my apartment.

Well, she looks pretty friendly with Sierra.

I'm so sorry, hon. I got to deal with this. It's OK.

And I am taking this, too.

No, no, no, no, no. Hey, Danny. Hey, good morning. Good morning.

Hi. I got your message. You have a research project for me?

Yeah, well, I was thinking about Carol Crosby's Lizzie memorabilia. And

something just doesn't seem right. Well, I did have some questions about the

prominence of that clock.

It's a silver-plated cup that's bugging me.

Can I see that photo you took? Yeah.

Here.

Oh, see?

Mm-hmm.

What am I looking at? See how the letters are uniform and the etching is

shallow? Oh, yeah.

That was machine engraved. Mm-hmm.

And machine engraving was not a thing in 1868. They did everything by hand.

You mean the cup is a fake?

Yes, the cup is a fake.

So I was thinking we should check out Carol's other memorabilia and see if

it's fraudulent as well.

And that's why I called you.

Oh, I'd be happy to look into it for you.

Sierra, you have the right to an attorney.

Have you called one yet?

I think they gave you a list of public defenders.

I don't want an attorney.

I told you I have no idea how the book got in my bag. I left the bag in the

bathroom where I planned to change after.

Anyone could have put it there.

So tell me about your relationship with your dad, your stepdad.

How long have you lived with him?

Since I was nine.

Why?

So would you say you guys are pretty tight?

Sometimes.

Depending on what's going on.

So, what's been going on lately?

Most of the Lizzie Borden thing.

I didn't want to do it at first.

Did Isaac pressure you into doing it? No, no. He thought it would help me.

Thought it would cheer me up.

Playing a famous axe murderer to cheer you up?

You know my mom died, right?

Yes. Jennifer Shannon told me your stepfather was recently a widower.

As if not even four months ago.

So he became a widower.

And I became an orphan.

Can I go home?

I'm trying not to let my sympathy for Sierra and everything she's been through

cloud my judgment.

Well, I'm assigning someone to follow her.

But get this.

The only prints on Carol's book are Carol's, and there's no prints on

Milton's keys except Milton's. Really?

If I didn't know better, I wonder if Milton took the book.

Well, I'm wondering.

Well, even if Milton had a deep, dark side, he is part of a murder mystery

book club.

I don't think he'd leave his fingerprints on the keys. I think he

would wipe them off to make you think the thief wiped them off.

Fair enough, but...

The way I see it is that either the person who shoved the book in the bag

wore gloves or... Or Carol Crosby hid the book.

That's what I was going to say.

But why did you just say it? Because Carol has been trafficking in fraud.

Take a look at this.

Machine engraved.

Wasn't available in 1868 when the real cup was made.

Hmm. So she's passing fake collectibles off is the real deal.

Yeah, well, maybe she doesn't know they're fake, or maybe she's having

fraudulent items made for herself, for example.

Order book. Exactly.

Look, if this book plays into Isaac's murder... Are we sure it does?

Because if the book belongs to Carol, why not go after Carol?

I don't see the reasoning in killing Isaac.

Maybe Isaac is the one who stole the book.

He wanted to buy it from Carol. He was really upset that she wouldn't sell it

to him.

Okay.

We need to confirm that this book was the real deal.

Okay? So, can you authenticate it?

Contrary to popular belief, Frank, I do not have rare book superpowers.

However, I do have a friend who's a rare book dealer, and he owes me a favor.

Well, if you ask me, that is a superpower.

I'll text him right now. Good.

Hey. So I just looked up the Porter book online.

It's valuable, but it's not that valuable.

This one here, it's $1,200 on an auction site, but it's not signed. Well, Isaac

offered Carol $4,000. Eric offered her $10,000. Do you think that's valuable

enough for motive?

All right.

Is it possible that an unknown person came into the B&B, broke into Carol's

room while we were gone,

Isaac saw them, confronted them, and that's why he was killed.

The intruder theory.

That's the theory that people who think Lizzie is innocent believe in, no matter

how far-fetched.

But why is it far-fetched here?

Well, if somebody broke in the house to steal the book, why put it in Sierra's

bag? Why not just take it out with them?

Okay. Yeah. And if there was an intruder in the house, how did they go unnoticed

with everybody moving from room to room?

It's fair.

Yeah. It's like the Borden murders.

It's a locked room mystery.

Meaning there's no way anyone else could have done it except the people who were

there.

Which is, again, exactly how many people?

Five.

Okay, I don't have the resources to tell five people.

Not with all the rounds of budget cuts we've been dealing with the last five

years.

Oh, wait.

I have an idea how you can keep an eye on everybody all at once.

Okay. We move forward with the reenactment.

This book seems to be authentic.

Great. How can you authenticate the signatures?

I'd start with the four of a historical society.

I've dealt with them on a Porter signature before, and this one seems

genuine. Rufus Hilliard, I don't know.

But if I can get a photo of the signature, I'll reach out to my contact

there. Shoot away. We appreciate the assist.

Hey, everyone.

Hey, um, you're, uh, you're friends with that detective guy, right?

Uh-huh.

What happens to the book now?

Stays in police custody.

So, everyone got my text message?

What do you think? How about continuing with the reenactment? We could do it in

memory of Isaac.

Well, I would like to move forward.

donate the money we've raised to the food bank.

Carol, what do you think?

Well, I have to wait for the police to return my book anyway, so I might as

well stay and see it through.

Milton, I know Isaac's death has been really hard on you. Would you like us to

find another venue?

We can do it here.

On one condition. We dramatize only one killer.

Lizzie Borden.

For Isaac.

Carol, please.

Do not make a fuss, not after everything that's happened.

Fine.

But don't blame me if some of my fans show up and complain.

Thank you.

Now, what about the cast?

I don't know if we have a Lizzie Borden anymore.

I called Sierra. She said she would think about it. And, of course, we don't

have an Andrew Borden.

Eric, would you like to play Andrew Borden?

Yeah.

Sure. I've been asked not to leave town, so... Well, it's not just those two. Our

Bridget Sullivan and our Officer Fleet are all shaken up by what happened to

Isaac. Neither of them want any part of this.

Carol, why don't you play Bridget?

Bridget Sullivan was a witness for the prosecution, so no.

Besides, I want to be free to focus on my own book signing after the event.

Unless you plan to strip me of that in honor of Mr. Simmons, too?

Okay.

I can ask my friend Danny to play Bridget.

Does anyone here think I have something to do with my dad being dead?

No, honey.

No, no, no, no. Of course not.

What about you?

Do you think I stole your book?

Well, if you say you didn't, then I'll take your word for it.

Unless the police prove otherwise.

So I thought about it.

Um... Yeah.

I'll do it.

I'll still play Lizzie.

Great! Oh, that is so great!

Thank you, Sierra.

Well, it looks like we're all set.

Maybe we should do a rehearsal when Frank gets here.

Frank? As in Detective Frank Linwood.

Yes. Yes, as in my friend Frank, who's playing police Marshal Hilliard,

remember? Well, your friend locked me in a jail cell last night, so if he's in,

I'm out.

Um, yeah.

I don't really want the detective who'd like to prove I committed a crime

standing around watching my every move, so count me out, too.

Frank, did you get the autopsy report for Isaac? Oh, and did you meet the new

coroner, Tramiel's son?

Yeah, he's great.

Doesn't hit the puns exactly like his dad, but he's pretty good.

So, cause of death is a trauma to the temple which caused his skull to be

fractured. Oh, no. Any hypothetical weapon?

Well, if you consider furniture with a sharp edge to be a weapon.

Yeah, the coroner is thinking that the coffee table is the culprit.

Was it possible that Isaac could have accidentally fell and hit the coffee

table? No, it's doubtful.

He has a bruised neck and chest, which indicates he was pushed.

When was the time of death?

According to reports, you found him almost ten minutes after he was killed.

Hey, Logan. What are you two up to? Hi.

Well, I asked Logan to stop by because we're looking for some...

supporting evidence for Carol Crosby's embroidery sampler. Yeah, and look what

we just found.

So, the photo Danny has is exactly like three of the same ones sold on different

craft sites.

One fake item in a collection could be an accident, but two?

Exactly. At this point, it feels less like a collection and more like a cover

story. Well, Logan, honey, thank you for your help.

Yeah, no problem. After dinner the other night, I got curious about the whole

Lizzie Borden thing and watched a documentary on her.

Interesting stuff.

See you later, honey. See ya.

That is so weird that he said that, because I watched a documentary on

Lizzie Borden, too.

Oh! Well, if you've been bit by the Borden bug, maybe you would have said

yes to playing the maid in our reenactment. Well, that would have

depended entirely on the costume.

Well, no. Maids' costumes are not glamorous, Danny.

More's the pity.

So you had to cancel because of Isaac?

No, basically I had to cancel because the entire cast went on strike.

Hey, Jen.

Jason, you're home early and it's not even dark out yet.

Hermits are all sewn up. The client's concerns are addressed.

Ground is broken, so I thought I'd cook dinner for my beautiful wife.

Will wonders never cease?

And there are more wonders ahead.

I've decided to take a few days off so we can bask in the luxury of our empty

nest. Well, that is not a wonder. That is a marvel.

Go away.

Sirius, if we stay still, they'll go away.

They will.

You gotta be kidding me. They're not going away.

Oh, hey, Frank.

Sierra slipped her tail for a couple hours today.

I think you were right when you said the best way to keep eyes on everyone was to

keep them involved in the reenactment. But they won't do it if you're involved.

So I won't be.

But, Jen, I need you to be my eyes inside the B&B.

Let me get this straight, Frank.

You're asking my wife to rub elbows with your pool of murder suspects, and you're

not even going to be there to protect her?

I'll have officers station the door at all times. And I'm guessing you're going

to say yes. Well, of course I'm going to say yes. I owe it to Isaac.

Jason, honey, I can handle it.

I know you can. You always do.

But I'm doing the worries.

Wait.

If Frank can't be there, maybe I can.

I can sell tickets or snacks or something.

Oh, you can. take eric's role as andrew borden since you can't be the police

marshal i bet he would love to play his great-grandfather and i'll ask danny if

she wants to play bridget the maid hey logan hey hi honey i was at the coffee

shop and i saw sierra morris oh yeah she was talking to that friend that works

there and um here listen to this i don't know who's with my mom giving him

control of my trust fund until i'm 25 it's like Didn't she know him? He'd only

give me money if I did what he wanted.

My own money.

Guess he don't have to worry about that anymore.

Nope. Problem solved.

Logan, did you record these people without their permission?

Yeah. Is it my fault if I accidentally hit record when I placed my phone down?

Yeah.

Accidents happen.

Honey, that apple doesn't fall far from that tree.

No, it doesn't. Next thing you know, Logan's going to want to sign up to be

part of the reenactment and try and protect you, too.

Frank. What?

No. Hey.

No, no.

That was a joke.

What?

Can you believe how eager Logan was to join the reenactment?

Frank was right.

Like mother, like son.

Mm-hmm.

You know, I only got involved in this to protect you.

And now I got to figure out a way how to protect my kid and you at the same time.

Well, Logan is not a kid. He's a very sharp young man.

And to be honest, you're the one I'm worried about.

What? Yeah, you're playing Andrew Borden.

The last person who did that met a terrible ending, just like the real

Andrew Borden.

And half the time you'll be downstairs lying on the couch playing dead and half

the time I'll be lying on the floor upstairs playing dead.

Well, how about we find a closet to meet in, check each other's pulse,

make sure we're still alive.

I mean, you gotta wear that dress, right? You're so bad.

Good night.

Here we go.

Good morning, Lizzie. How are you feeling?

Jen, sorry. Is there any way I can get something to just jazz up this boring

costume? Oh, a little Danny flair? Yeah.

What were you thinking? I don't know. Maybe we're supposed to be rehearsing?

Sorry. Sorry.

Good morning, Lizzie. How are you feeling?

A little better, but I don't think I want any breakfast.

Well, I've already made the bed in the guest room your Uncle John slept in, but

I need to go back up and put on some fresh pillow shams.

I'm going to go out back and feed the pigeons.

Oh.

Oh, there you are, Bridget. I want you to wash the windows, inside and out.

They're awfully dirty.

Yes, ma'am.

Oh.

You can ignore that. It happens all the time.

Well, my dear, I suppose I'm feeling well enough to go downtown.

It's down street.

No one in Fall River would say downtown.

Gotcha.

I'm heading down street now.

Husbands and wives did not show affection in the Victorian age.

Got it.

Okay.

Now, oh, this is where I grabbed the pillow shams to take upstairs.

Except I need to find the pillow shams.

I'm sorry about your stepfather.

This can't be easy for you going through with this, pretending to kill your

stepmother.

It's pretty weird.

Yeah.

But from what I've read, Lizzie thought Abby was a two-faced liar, so... Should

we really feel sorry for Abby?

the message jen logan's info was on the money isaac was in control of her trust

fund with assets up to 1.4 million i got a hold of her uh juvenile records she

was arrested when she was 17 her boyfriend got in a fight she threw a

glass bowl hit him in the head you know he dropped the charges but still okay

sierra morris clearly has a very violent temper okay you all need to be very

careful

I don't think you're supposed to scream.

Don't they say no one heard Abby scream?

Jen.

Yeah, yeah. You okay? I'm fine.

I'm fine, Jen. I didn't see Sarah come in. She surprised me.

You know, you make a very convincing axe murderess.

Thanks. I'm trying.

Yeah, she's almost a little too convincing.

Yeah, maybe.

I gotta say, I was regretting the whole decision yesterday after what I found

out about Sierra.

She certainly had motive.

I also got her cell phone records.

She did talk to her friend, like she said.

It was only for 11 minutes.

So that means there was a whole 20 to 30 minutes unaccounted for when we were

gone.

Where was she?

That's a good point. We should establish a timeline and find out where Sierra and

the others were when the murder happened.

Yes. Because I am unclear...

what Carol Crosby was doing either.

My tech says there's no sign of tampering on the lock. It's bothering me

that she says she went downstairs for tea when just ten feet from her door was

tea in the room where Simmons was killed.

Oh, I see.

Oh. You are wondering if Carol Crosby was trying to establish an alibi by

going downstairs to talk to Helen.

Leave the deuce to the deduction.

And I was also thinking she staged the whole book theft to throw suspicion off

herself.

Diversion tactic?

Well, that would explain why there's no explanation how somebody got in her

room. And why there's no prints on the book but hers.

The one thing I don't have on her is a solid motive.

Now, that argument that we saw with Isaac and her was pretty weak.

I'll see what I can dig up on her. Well, today's our last rehearsal before the

event tomorrow.

I will brief the troops and see what we can find out.

Cheers to non-miniature coffee.

No more miniature coffee, because that tiny cup looked very dwarfed by your

giant hands.

That's an understatement.

Today we need to focus on our timeline.

See where our suspects were the hour that Frank and I were having coffee.

Yeah, at this point it seems like each of them had an opportunity.

That's true. So we need to talk to all of them. I'll have Danny talk to Carol

about her collection, see what she might reveal.

Logan, your scenes are with Eric Hilliard, so see what you can find out

there. Helen and Milton might have caught a glimpse of something here and

there, so maybe you could talk to them. But we really need to focus on Sierra.

Get her talking.

Find out what she was doing 20 minutes before I found Isaac's body.

She claims she was out back.

Okay, let's grab our costumes and get moving.

Daddy! Where you going?

Daddy! Oh, these really are good.

So, you said you were looking for Isaac when you came in the kitchen and you

found these, did you?

See anyone besides Carol at that time?

Yeah, just Milton.

He was pecking away at his computer in his office when I got here.

He was still at it when I went up to Carol's room after.

Oh, hi, Carol.

So, Sierra's bag was found in there.

Strange how your book wound up in it.

Any theories on how that might have happened?

You've embellished your costume.

Oh, you noticed?

I thought I could use a little pizzazz.

Hmm. An Irish maid wouldn't wear lace while carrying coal or washing windows

now, would she?

This is beautiful architecture.

Oh, yes, yes.

Great office.

Well, thank you.

Hey, um, I hate to ask, did Isaac...

Did you see anyone?

See anyone?

Didn't see anyone. I get tunnel vision when I'm on my computer.

Right. But if I had seen someone, I'd have told them not to go looking for

Isaac, not when he had his dander up like he did.

So he had a temper.

Well, only when he wasn't in control of the situation.

I used to joke with him about it.

I'd say, you're going to give yourself a heart attack.

You know, control freaks die early.

Okay, how's this?

The maid, Bridget Sullivan, was down by 6.30.

Yeah?

You know, this is so cool.

To stand in my great-grandfather's shoes, it's... It must feel like you're

living in his shadow.

Big time.

Now I'm writing a book about him and the Borden case.

No, I just thought that if I could buy the Porter book with his signature, it'd

be like, I don't know, a sign that I was on the right track, like...

Like the old man was smiling down on me.

How did you find out that the book is here?

Uh, somebody on a Lizzie Borden message board told me.

And this guy was interested in the book, too.

Hello?

Ah.

I'm looking for Jennifer Shannon.

Oh. Hey, Mom? Yeah.

Someone's here to see you.

Norman, hello.

I tried to call, tell you what I found out about the book, but there was no

answer. Oh, I left my phone upstairs.

Let's go someplace where we can talk privately.

Did you hear back about the Rufus Hilliard signature?

I did.

And according to the Fall River Historical Society,

The signature in the book you showed me is not genuine.

Well, you think I wouldn't be surprised, but I am.

Thank you for coming all this way to tell me.

Jen, they told me something else.

Five days ago, they got another inquiry about whether it was known if Rufus

Hilliard had ever signed a first edition Fall River tragedy by someone named

Isaac Simmons.

Bye, fellas.

Have a nice evening.

Isaac knew the Hilliard signature was a fake. He basically knew Carol Crosby was

a fraud.

And maybe he confronted her, threatened to expose her, and...

Frank, I think someone's eavesdropping on me.

Jen, wait.

I'll be there in four minutes. Wait till I get there.

I just want to take a look. I'll call you back.

Hello? Hello?

Let me call you an ambulance.

If he doesn't, I will. You guys, I know you're trying to take care of me, but I

don't think any serious damage was done.

Honey, you said you were knocked out.

I said I saw stars.

Besides, I don't want the suspects to know what happened.

Let's see if anyone's surprised to see me walk out of here.

Honey, you sure about this?

Where is everyone?

There.

Took the trash cans to the curb.

If they don't come, empty them before the show tomorrow.

Milton. Yes?

I thought I made it very clear that the sitting room upstairs is part of an

active investigation, and he's remained locked at all times.

It is locked, as far as I know.

No, it isn't locked right now.

And I've had the key to unlock it in my possession the last three days.

And as far as I know, you are the only one with the spare.

I'd like to see it.

I poked myself in the leg with it.

It's on the desk.

I distinctly remember setting them here.

There is no key ring on your

desk.

Harold?

Carol, what are you doing with that?

Oh, isn't it amazing?

I'm certain it's a bedwarming pan.

I found it in the bathroom downstairs. I want to show it to Helen.

Carol, I need you to put that thing down on the counter.

Right there.

What? Why?

Um, excuse me.

Can anyone tell me why I just found these keys sitting in the middle of my

bed?

What's going on?

What did I miss?

and be there in like three hours.

Hannah, I promise I'm OK. I just have a little headache.

I really wish your brother didn't call you and worry you.

Look, I needed her to talk me down. She's good at it.

Oh, Logan.

Taking care of your mother. Don't worry, Hannah.

Yeah, too late.

But OK, I will call you in the morning. And if you want me to come, I will be

there. I love you guys so much.

We love you, Hannah.

Love you, banana.

Bye.

Thank you. I'm taking care of you.

What? Yeah.

It's water.

Ice. Oh, for goodness sake. I'm fine, you guys.

Okay. Whoever was eavesdropping on me had time to duck into Milton's office

and take the keys. But only if they knew there were keys there to take. Who had

possession of the keys, Eric?

Hilliard. Does anyone else believe that he found them on his bed?

And does anyone believe that Carol just happened to find the bed warmer in the

bathroom? Well, they didn't seem surprised to see me downstairs.

Nor did Helen or Milton, for that matter. Well, the one suspect that

didn't see you downstairs?

Sierra. So what were you two talking about before you got hit in the head?

Oh, I was telling Frank that the Hilliard signature was fake.

Then Carol Crosby would not want anyone else to know about that.

No. I don't know.

Eric Hilliard seemed to think that that book with his great-granddad's signature

had some kind of magic powers to make his dreams come true.

Hmm.

Hmm. Excuse me.

Detective Linwood.

Yes, Detective.

You said to call if I remembered anything regarding my missing keys.

And? Well, Helen Ponder kept coming into my office to ask

about the reenactment.

Oh, yeah.

don't say.

Maybe I shouldn't have said. I don't want to cast undue suspicion. I

certainly didn't see her take the keys.

Well, it's probably nothing, but I appreciate the call.

Okay, well, we still have some gaps in our timeline, so let's see if we can

figure that out.

Well, Milton just told me that he saw Helen hovering around the

keys that went missing from his desk. Really?

Mm-hmm.

Gosh, it's hard to imagine Helen hitting me over the head with a bed warmer.

It's hard to imagine what Helen's motive might be for killing Isaac.

But Carol?

Carol is chock full of motives. Well, if Isaac was threatening to expose her

Porter book as fraudulent, then yeah, it's a big-time motive.

But I think we can all agree that Sierra had the strongest motive.

Getting control of $1.4 million is a big motive.

But, um...

Milton did say that Isaac had anger issues.

Of course, he could have been lying.

No, Isaac was a hothead.

Well, at the end of the day, the book was in Sierra's bag, even if her prints

weren't on it. Oh, and if she knew that Isaac wanted the book, maybe she took it

as leverage to gain control of her trust fund.

Possibly. But wasn't it you who once suggested that it was Isaac who took the

book? Well, yeah. I'm sure he was chomping at the bit to expose Carol,

especially now that we know he suspected the Hilliard signature was fake.

But to put it in Sierra's bag, that's not a great dad move.

Well, we now know it's not that hard to swipe Milton's keys, because he's

clearly not keeping them in his pocket the whole time.

The bigger problem, just the lack of prints on the book.

So what if Hilliard was the one who took the book?

So maybe he was using the napkins over near the coffee, and Isaac, you know,

saw him stealing the book, and that would be, you know, easy to provoke them

to fight.

You know, which is, you know, not too bad of a theory, because then it helps

me get around the fact that Eric doesn't actually know Isaac.

Actually, I think he did.

Yeah, look.

What?

Eric said he found out that Carol in her book would be at the reenactment from

someone on a Lizzie Borden message board.

And I think I found the post he was talking about. It's from a user named

ISSleuth58.

That's Isaac. He always called himself the armchair sleuth. Yeah, I did a

search of all of his posts, and I found a lot of back and forth between him and

someone who said he's related to Rufus Hilliard. Hmm.

So Eric and Isaac were internet buddies.

Huh. That's pretty impressive, Logan.

They talked about Carol Crosby and her Porter book a lot.

So we're back to the book? Hmm. The book that everybody wants.

Yeah.

The book that everybody wants.

Oh.

I have an idea how we can use the book as bait to trap the killer.

What?

See you around.

Where's everyone going?

People are lining up so early.

Frank, what's going on? Who are all these people?

Half these people don't even have tickets. They just want to get inside to

see where a real murder happened.

You mean Isaac's murder?

They're not here for the Borden mystery?

My officers are going to handle it.

But right now, we need to get Operation Book Bait underway.

Right. Okay, let's go.

Okay.

I am going to give the book back to Miss Crosby.

But I don't think it's a good idea to display it today.

It's too risky.

But all of our publicity promised a first edition Fall River tragedy being

here today.

No, no, he's right.

Too risky.

I'll take it to my room. It already disappeared from your room once.

Oh.

So to ensure the safety of this book during the reenactment, I called Milton

last night and obtained an empty guest room, which will be under lock and key,

a key that will remain in my possession, along with Milton's spare keys,

which seem to have the ability to wander off on their own.

Yeah, question. So the book is...

Going to be in an empty guest room?

Yes. Hold up.

I meant what I said.

I'm not going to do this thing if Mr. Detective Man is in here getting up in

our business.

Don't worry, I won't be inside during the event. I'm going to be outside for

security purposes.

In case you haven't noticed, there's a bunch of morbid curiosity seekers

outside hoping to get in. Just like the day of the Borden murders.

People surrounded the house trying to get in.

Right.

Are you sure there's no other spare key for this room other than what's on this

ring? I'm sure.

Helen, what are you doing here?

Oh, I just wanted to make sure that book was truly safe.

I felt so badly when it went missing.

I was the one that talked Carol into bringing it here today.

All right, there you go.

The book should...

Be safe and secure.

Sound good?

Yes. Looks good.

Perhaps I was right to give you that call about her.

Okay.

Okay.

We're all clear on the plan?

Whichever one of us is not in a scene is to...

Keep an eye on the door to that guest room at all times from the stairs. And

if we see anyone near the door, we will text you.

All right. If you need me, I'll be right outside.

Danny, you're on the door first.

Okay.

This feels like old times.

We're back.

We haven't done this in such a long time.

It's been very interesting watching you work. You're so good.

But, sweetie, there's still a killer in this house, and they had no problem

taking a swing at you.

I'm worried that we have the red cape in front of a bull, and you're going to be

upstairs all by yourself.

The book is the red cape, not me.

Milton's about to open the doors.

Let's all take our places.

It's showtime.

Be safe.

All right. Only people with tickets.

Thank you. That's your ticket. Very excellent.

Thank you. Good.

Well,

good afternoon.

everyone, and welcome to a production of the Mystery Lovers Book Club, the Borden

Murders Edition.

We dedicate this reenactment to a founding member and our dear friend,

Isaac Simmons.

Oh, it is just the wiring in this building. There's no need to pay it any

mind.

Okay, well, enjoy the show.

Hello. As police marshal of Fall River, I hereby deputize this assembly to

assist my officers in the investigation of the Barton homicides.

If you agree, say I do. I do.

Good.

Now, August 4th, 1892, was another hot day in Fall River.

And at 92 Second Street, the Barton family was up early and feeling better

after being sick the day before.

The maid, Bridget Sullivan, was down by 6.30 to start breakfast.

Oh, Bridget, there you are. I'd like you to wash the windows inside and out.

They're awfully dirty.

Yes, ma'am.

After breakfast, Andrew and Abby remained in the parlor. And that is

where Lizzie saw them when she first came downstairs that morning, about a

quarter to nine.

Lizzie, how are you feeling?

A little better.

But I don't think I want any breakfast.

Well, I made up the guest room where your Uncle John was staying, but I have

to go back upstairs and change out the pillow shams.

It really is locked up.

Quite the relief.

I'm going to go back and feed the pigeons.

I'm going down the street.

Andrew is now down street and Bridget outside washing windows.

Abby is upstairs.

Alone in the house with Lizzie.

Follow me.

How's it going back there?

All clear back here.

Can anyone see that?

Everyone join us as we see what happens next.

Come on.

Jen!

Someone find the breaker box and clear the spectators out of here.

Jason. Tychus, you're okay.

What's going on?

I don't know. The lights went out and I panicked.

Wait.

Who's watching the door?

It's wide open.

Oh, no.

Someone intentionally tricked the breaker.

We looked through every possible place we could think to look.

We can't find the porter book.

You told me you'd keep it safe.

Frank, is there any chance the spectator could have stuck it out?

We searched every bag, went out the door, patted anyone with bulky clothes.

Nothing.

Frank, I need to look in the linen closet upstairs. Trust me, we've

searched every corner of every closet up there.

Indulge me.

Fine.

Frank!

I was right.

Right about what?

I know who killed Isaac.

Jen, Detective Linwood asked me to corroborate a theory you're working on

about who killed Isaac. I really do hope you figured it out.

He told us he wanted to help us any way he can.

Well, Milton, I think the best way you could help is by showing Frank what's in

your pocket.

I don't understand.

You gave Frank your key ring with the spare keys to all the rooms. Five rooms,

five keys.

But I think...

I think there's another key in your pocket.

What in the world are you talking about?

Milton, we know that Isaac figured out the Hilliard signature was a fraud.

He wanted to discredit Carol.

You were his best friend. He had to have told you.

Helen saw you sitting in your office before and after she went into the

kitchen. You had to be sitting there when Isaac came downstairs to grab the

porter book off the mantel.

He didn't know Carol took it to her room, and when you told him, he asked

you for your spare key to her room, and I think you gave it to him.

I think you were expecting him to bring the book back downstairs to you, and

when he didn't, you went up to get it. No.

No.

There's no way you can prove any of that.

I can prove that you're the person who took the book today from the vacant

room.

I happened to look in the linen closet yesterday.

I saw three doorknobs in this basket.

There are only two today.

You change the doorknob to the vacant room after we talk last night, so you

have the extra key.

It's not as though I went up to that room spoiling for a fight.

I knew he wanted to expose Carol.

I thought it a worthy effort to be done privately.

But once he'd taken the book... He wanted to expose her publicly.

He wanted to humiliate her. I told him if he wanted to go that way, I was going

to put the book back. But he was so inflexible.

Always had to have things his way.

Why did that obstinate fool not just give me back the book?

So you got in a scuffle?

Got out of hand.

What is wrong with you?

You shoved him hard.

It was an accident.

You can see that, right?

You hitting me in the head with a bed warmer wasn't an accident, Milton.

Well, I couldn't have you figuring out that I knew the truth about the Hilliard

signature not until I could get my hands on the book myself.

Why?

Why did you still want the book? So I could expose Carol publicly like Isaac

wanted.

I thought, if I could just do that, just let him win the argument.

I'd be making it right somehow.

I didn't want him to die.

It was an accident.

Yeah, well, you can tell that to the DA.

You're under arrest for the murder of Isaac Simmons.

Put it down.

You see this, Milton?

Let her go.

I need to get out of here. Milton, Milton, this is adrenaline talking. I

don't want to see you get hurt. Let me go. I'm not going to prison, not because

of an accident. Milton. Let her go.

Hey! Milton?

Put it down.

Hey.

Hands up.

Where's the book?

Sorry the event went sideways.

Maybe another time you could give it a go. Seems like there was a lot of public

interest for it.

It was quite a plan you had there, Mr. Shannon.

I'd say it was nifty.

Well, thank you for your help.

All of you.

Thanks, everyone.

Bye, Frank. See ya.

I'm not so great at showing when I'm grateful.

But I'm really glad you figured out what happened to Dad.

We had our problems, but it was only that I remember having.

So, thank you.

Take care, Sarah.

Me too.

Okay.

And you, you came to my

rescue. And I never want to have to do it again.

Can we go home now, please?

Just one thing.

What? I just want to show everyone something.

Here it is, hiding in plain sight.

Carol,

if you're willing to reconsider, my offer for $10,000 still stands.

Eric, before you get your checkbook out, you should know that the Rufus Hilliard

signature is fake.

What do you mean it's fake?

The Fall River Historical Society confirmed that it was a forgery.

You really didn't know?

I hate to disillusion you further, but the silver-plated cup and the embroidery

sampler are also not genuine.

Oh.

I just so wanted to believe I had something of Lizzie.

Well, Carol, I always thought you were a little gullible.

Why? Because I believe that Lizzie's innocent?

You know, Mom, I bet if you put your mind to it, you could solve the Borden

murder. Oh, yeah. Okay, no, no, you've got to give your mother a break. Honey,

honey, honey, honey, you've already solved one murder today. I think that's

enough. You know, if you ask me, the Borden murder is solved.

Anyone paying attention knows that Lizzie was guilty. Well, I don't know.

According to the documentary that I saw, there was plenty of reasonable doubt to

go around.

That just means that we're on.

On second thought, in the interest of world peace,

maybe you should solve that mystery.

We may not be detectives, but it doesn't mean we can't solve this crime. From the

Aurora Teagarden Mysteries comes a killer marathon.

It's a body. That ends at the beginning.

You must be the new librarian.

Aurora Teagarden, but everyone calls me Ro.

If there was ever a time we needed a librarian on a case, this is it. I'm

going in.