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You know, Evan, you said you wanted to stop for a drink.

Well, I didn't really expect... I didn't really expect this.

Not really your style?

This is my style.

You know that.

Well, you've acquired some very expensive taste since becoming Passion

Maid of the Year, Annette.

I've always had it expensive.

Not me.

You know, there was a time when I was first starting out.

Couldn't even afford a hamburger.

Every cent I made went into the magazine.

And all the girls, they used to come from here.

Here?

Well an earlier version, but the same club.

It's a it's a very special place for me Here you go.

Oh No, the manager said all of your drinks are on the house. Oh, I wasn't

paying for drinks Don't you need change?

You're new here, aren't you?

Yeah, tonight's my first night.

Well, the manager should have told you that whatever I give you, it's yours to

keep.

The whole 50?

Wow.

Thanks. You're welcome.

Um, Mr. Holloway, do you think I've got what it takes to be in your magazine?

Well, you've certainly got potential.

Here.

Tell them I told you to call.

I will. Thanks.

You sure love your job, don't you?

Well, what's saying, man?

Besides, look at all the benefits.

I get to date Passion Maid of the Year.

And here's to you, my dear.

The most beautiful PM I've ever seen.

Congratulations, Annette.

Evan, I know you like this place, but... Oh, not to worry. We're not going to

stay here all evening.

I just wanted you to see it. It's, uh... Like I said, it's very special to me,

and it means I like you.

I already knew that.

You ever hear of Shea Hollywood?

The new club?

My new club.

I'm one of the investors.

Know that? No, you're not supposed to.

I also own this place, but only the manager knows.

Well look, we're supposed to be there in about 20 minutes. A little pre-opening

party. Very private, very chic. A little more of your style.

What do you think? Nice. There you go.

Do you think your driver would mind if the passionate of the year is your

publisher? I think he would look discreetly the other way.

I want every square inch of that parking lot covered.

Let's also check the neighborhood out and see if anybody saw or heard

anything.

Which one's Holloway?

Mr.

Holloway?

Detective Nick Peterson, homicide.

Pleased, I'm sure.

You have any idea who did this?

Not yet, but I will.

Could use your help.

What can I do?

Well, you could tell us who you might hate enough to want to do something like

this. Wouldn't know where to begin.

You got that many enemies?

I publish what some people think is the most evil magazine in the world.

Religious nuts, that's our biggest concern at the corporation.

We routinely receive threats from the extreme elements of the religious right

at least several times a week.

You keep files on these people?

Them and anyone else who might be a problem.

Takes up an entire room at the mansion.

I'd like to take a look at them.

Of course, anything to help.

But not tonight.

Of course not.

But I am still going to need to ask you a few more questions.

Can I wait till tomorrow?

Yeah, tomorrow will be fine.

Just one last thing, Mr. Holloway.

Are you married? No.

Well, not really.

Not really?

I was. We haven't filed the papers yet.

Okay.

I appreciate your time.

Detective.

I've never done this sort of thing before.

What do I tell the girls?

They never really know.

Hello?

So, not much as far as the car is concerned.

You think we're dealing with pros here? No.

If he was a pro, he'd be dead.

Hmm.

You know, we're gonna go out to Holloway's and check on some other

angles. Like?

The wife. He's got a wife.

Passion Corp apparently keeps files on threatening letters.

And I still have to finish questioning him.

Good. You two can deliver the news, then.

What news?

Holloway is to remain confined to his estate until further notice.

Come on, Captain. We can't confine this guy to his estate.

Well, if we let him out, he's probably gonna get himself killed. Now you try to

explain that to him.

If he refuses, let me emphasize, he is to remain confined to his estate. You

see to that, period.

And how do you propose we handle our investigation while we're sitting there

babysitting him?

Well, with all this anti-abortion stuff going on this week, I can't afford any

street officers, but maybe I can shake loose a couple of administration guys.

You know, uh, uh, Collins and Pearson? Mm-hmm.

I'll give you those two guys to handle the research and, uh, maybe give you a

couple more regular officers.

You can keep the two on, the two that are already out there.

I'm going to have a mini task force.

Well, sort of. Now, you two stick to the investigation.

You let them do the grunt work.

And what should we do if he doesn't want our protection or us working there?

You tell him tough luck.

It's not going to be said. This department let the publisher of Passion

Magazine get killed under our protection.

Any further questions?

Good. Now, you two get to work, then.

Keep me posted.

Come on, what's the matter with you guys? Why are you looking so glum? I

mean, after all, you're going to be locked up with some of the most gorgeous

women in the world.

Now that ain't so bad, is it?

All right.

Captain's right.

Now, let me get this straight.

Some filth shoots a net, and my limo driver, he's still out there, and you

want to lock me up?

I wouldn't phrase it that way, but I think it sums it up nicely.

Well, would you like me to sum up my response?

Mr. Holloway...

Consider the alternative.

I have.

And if you can afford to put police here, then you can afford to have an

escort on me out there.

An escort won't do much good with a sniper out there.

Now, somebody deliberately and methodically planned that hit the other

night.

So it's safe to assume they are looking for another opportunity.

Look, I don't want to be here any more than you want me here.

I am just trying to do my job.

Well, fine, detective.

Welcome to the estate.

I'll be at the pool.

I'll join you in a moment.

I wasn't inviting you.

I still have a few questions to ask, remember?

Stay with him, but keep your distance.

If he tries to leave, shoot him.

I'll be there in a minute.

I want you to tell the boys at the front gate we're locking down the estate.

Until I give them a list of clear personnel, no one comes on or off

without my say-so. Got it? Good.

Everyone else start a perimeter patrol.

Let's get to work.

Come on.

She's not that good looking.

You crazy?

That's Kathy Mitchell, Miss October.

What I wouldn't do to get her.

Come on, partner. Take your best shot.

What would I say?

I don't know. Why don't you show her some of your etchings?

I'm sure you can find some around here.

You're real funny.

So, are you going to wait for Pearson and Collins before you get those files?

No, I'm going to go buckle down now. What about you?

I think I'm going to follow up on the angle on the bar.

What angle?

Like I told him, somebody planned it.

But how they know he'd be there, it's not common knowledge.

Good point. Yeah, that's why I'm the senior partner.

Don't do anything I wouldn't do.

You wise-ass.

Bruce Holloway.

You can go inside.

I'll take it from here. Alright.

Ah, Detective.

You here for a little chat?

This couldn't wait.

No, as a matter of fact.

Look, I'm not going to change my lifestyle just because you choose to

lock me up here.

Debbie, Allison, this is Detective Nick Peterson. He's going to find the bastard

who murdered Annette.

How are you doing?

Nice to meet you.

So what's so important?

It's nightclub neon.

What about it?

You're a partial owner.

I see you do your research.

Who knows you go there?

It's not exactly something I tell everyone, Detective.

Not too many people.

Can you be more specific?

Some of my corporate executives.

A few of the girls. You, me.

The killer knew.

Whoever it was, they planned this.

They knew you'd be there.

Unless they followed me there.

I don't think so.

Wait a minute. You think that it was someone inside the corporation?

I didn't say that.

Right now, I'm open to anything.

My partner's in there checking out those files.

I'm just following up on another angle.

An internal threat's one of them.

So tell me about your corporate buddies, Mr. Holloway.

I don't think you're gonna find much there, Detective.

The only ones who knew about it were the guys who started up the magazine with

me.

And I made every one of them a millionaire.

Not much of a motive.

Did you ever have any trouble there at Neon?

Never.

How about the centerfolds?

Every passion mate of the year for the past 20 years knew about the place.

Plus a few of the regular girls.

Two of our top centerfolds over the past decade came out of there.

Really?

Which ones?

Lisa Jansen and Kirstie Banter.

Kirstie? Your wife?

We had a brief but slightly incompatible marriage.

We separated within a few months.

She's not responsible. We're still friends.

How about Lisa Jansen?

She was one of the runner-ups for the Passion Mate of the Year this past year.

Would you do me a little favor?

Your every wish.

I want you to have your secretary type up a list of the Center Falls

executives, anyone else who knew you went to that place.

Anything else?

Yeah. They need a list of everyone who's here right now, like those two.

From now on, they're the only ones allowed in or out. What the hell kind of

a stupid idea is that? It's not stupid. If one of them was the killer, you'd be

dead. Since you're not, they're clear. I just want to keep it that way.

It's gonna make my job a whole lot easier.

Yeah, well, it's playing a living hell with mine, Detective.

I'm trying to save your life, Mr. Holloway.

And I am sorry it's interfering with your lifestyle, but I bet getting killed

would interfere a hell of a lot more.

Think about it.

I think I'm gonna go talk to the wife.

Okay, I'll just stay here and hold down the fort.

I'm sick and tired of it, Franco.

Why don't you go let your mother pick up after you?

You don't ever talk to me like that, Franco, you hear me?

Just get your stuff and get out.

I can't find my other pants. What'd you do, throw them out?

No, just you. Now go.

Fuck you, I want my pants.

If I find them, I'll mail them to you, okay?

Now go.

What are you gonna do if I don't?

She might call a cop.

The one's already here.

You better just mind your own business, pal.

Hey, come on, buddy, listen.

I'm about to become my pants.

Who says you can never find a cop when you need one?

Thanks.

What?

Are you Kirstie Benter?

Yeah, so?

I'm Detective Nick Peterson.

Homicide.

Mind if I ask you a few questions?

So what's this about?

Well, you can probably guess.

Yeah, you hear about Evan and Annette.

Yeah.

Anybody ask you where you were?

I was home.

You don't actually think that I... I don't think anything right now.

I'm just here asking a few questions.

Maybe with your help, I'll get some answers.

All right, go on.

Is anybody with you?

No, I was alone.

How about earlier in the day?

I was checking out a property on Valley View.

Witnesses?

No, but I'm sure one of the neighbors must have seen me.

Got an address?

131 Valley View.

You're not actually going to check this out, are you? It's my job.

Well, it's ridiculous.

Thanks. No, I mean, it's ridiculous that you're going to check into me.

I mean, Evan and I are married.

I know.

You told me.

And he doesn't think you could have done it either.

Really?

Well, that's good.

And honestly, you don't look like the killer type to me either.

Thanks.

What do I look like?

Nice.

You're not so bad yourself Well, I might have to stop by again if

I have any more questions I'll be here Thanks

Damn, it's good to see you.

So did you come back to renew the magic?

Victim's David Weller, editor of the magazine.

Got anything new yet?

Angle's yes, the answer's no. Well, you will.

What makes you so sure?

Who made you a detective, huh?

Looks like we got some hair, guys.

Oh.

When Weller bought it, he must have grabbed whoever it was and pulled some

hair out. Take a look.

How's your dad?

He's doing fine, Nick.

Looks like we're looking for somebody with black hair.

Looks pretty brown to me.

Yeah, well, whatever.

Run it down to the lab.

Take care of it.

Damn.

Is that a good damn or a bad damn?

It's good.

Look at that.

Martin Struthers.

Attempted murder, unlawful demonstration, and resisting arrest

charges in conjunction with abortion clinic sit-ins.

I heard of this guy.

Yeah, check this out.

President of North American Anti-Abortion Crusade.

I'm going to make you rot in hell for all of eternity.

And he actually signed it.

And he's in town to blockade an abortion clinic this weekend.

You're sure?

Yeah, the FBI's confirmed it. They said he was here last week.

So we got motive, we got timing, and we got black hair.

Good.

Let's go talk to him.

Well, there's one thing we don't have.

An address.

How'd you know?

It's that senior partner thing.

You got somebody on it?

Yeah, those guys are working on it. You have the guys checking on it. They

figure he's in some sort of cult psych house.

Good that I got some time.

For what?

I think I'm going to pay one of the other centerfolds a visit.

You're gonna need some help, Ben.

You have an address to find. You let me know I send you here or something.

I had to be a senior partner to get to check out some of those centerfolds.

Thank you.

The guy was talking

Am I interrupting?

Why are you here, Mr... Peterson.

But, uh, call me Nick.

So why are you here, Mr. Peterson?

You should have heard about what happened to Evan Holloway.

Hasn't everyone? It's been all over the news.

You didn't hear about it from him?

He's a business acquaintance, not a friend. And besides, I was not in town.

Where were you?

Mexico City. I keep a place there.

Got witnesses?

Dozens. Would you like a list?

No.

He's the one who gave me my break and got me out of that damn bar.

I almost became Passion Mate of the Year because of him.

If you did your homework, you could have saved yourself a trip.

Still would have come by.

You know, just got to make sure all my bases are covered.

Well, is this one covered?

For now.

Good. Then I'll go back to work.

Well. I appreciate your time.

Thanks.

Hey.

Have you talked to the wife?

Should I?

That bitch would kill her own family and then plead for mercy because she's an

orphan.

Hi there.

Hi.

So what can I do for you, Detective?

I need to talk to you again.

I'll bet you do.

Why don't you come in?

Have a seat.

Would you like a drink?

No. So what's on your mind, Detective?

It's business.

Are you sure about that?

No.

If Evan wants to die right now, before your divorce was finalized, you stand to

have claimed quite a fortune.

Do you know how my father was, Detective?

No.

William Venter.

You know, Venter Library, Venter Drive, the Venter Museum.

I don't need his money.

What's the matter, Detective?

Getting a little warm?

You know, you're not very popular with the other girls.

Women don't like me men do

Are you sure you can't stick around for a while?

I got some work I gotta do.

So what do you think about me now?

You?

I like you.

A lot.

I mean as a suspect.

We'll see.

Okay.

So you gonna come back later?

I'd like to.

I'd like that too.

But only if it's pleasure, not business.

There you are.

Just gonna give you a call.

What's up?

Well, the FBI just scored Struthers' address. Beckman said to pick him up.

I already got the warrant.

Let's go.

Thought she hit on you, didn't she?

Did I say that?

Oh, come on man, she did, didn't she?

What if she did?

Why didn't it ever happen to me?

Did you ever look in the mirror?

Oh, you're funny today.

Doesn't look like anybody's around.

Maybe we should call for backup.

We don't need them.

Hook, you take the front, I'll take the back. Give me 20 seconds.

I took the front last time.

Shit.

I knew I should have went in that back door.

Paul, you okay?

Oh yeah, I'm just great.

No backup, huh?

We don't need it.

Please!

How about a little children under me?

Four. I need five!

What manner of creature?

Vile creature!

Brethren, come forth.

Who hath warned thee to flee from the wrath to come?

Just take it easy, buddy.

Just relax.

Some may say I will baptize thee with water.

I guess I should commend you two for still being here with us. Thanks,

Captain. I'm not done. The thing is, that was a dumbass thing to do, going in

there without backup. I mean, couldn't you have waited for a few minutes?

And they were shooting at us. Didn't seem like a good idea at the time. You

always have the option to back out, gentlemen.

Then they would have gotten away. Now wouldn't they? I'm not so sure I agree.

Besides, I'd rather have that happen than lose either one of you.

Thank you. That aside, I got some more bad news for you. Well, what's that?

You got the wrong man.

Innocent men don't shoot at police officers.

Yeah?

Well, the hair just came back from the lab.

Caucasian female.

I guess we're back to zero.

I thought you had some other angles.

I did, but everything pointed to Struthers.

Well, well, what were you working on? The wife?

It's not the wife.

Well... You better hope you come up with some solid leads. You know we can't

guard everybody from Passion Corps.

We're on overtime here, gentlemen.

You two get busy. Yes.

Hey. So, what's it today, business or pleasure?

I don't know.

Then I guess it's business.

You think I'm your murderer, don't you?

Would you tell me if I asked you?

Oh, sure, Nick. That's what I'd do.

You own this place?

No, it's Evan's place.

Let's me keep my horse here, though.

They have photo shoots here sometimes.

Our other suspect didn't work out.

He just leaves.

Me?

I see.

Well, that's not good.

No, it's not.

Let me tell you a little secret, detective.

I still love Evan.

That means you could be jealous of all the other women.

No, it means I don't want anything to happen to him.

You've never been jealous?

You can't be involved with a man like Evanston Holloway and be a jealous

woman.

Why the divorce?

When we got married, Evan thought it was time to settle down.

But then he realized he was wrong.

So is that it?

You just want to try and dig up some sort of motive for me wanting to kill

Evan and Annette?

Sure would make things a lot easier.

I'm sorry to add to your workload, Detective.

But you really do have the wrong girl.

So, have you ever been to a ranch before?

No.

From the city.

So, do you want to stick around for dinner?

Thanks, but I think you better get back.

But we could go up to the house.

So, what's on your agenda for today?

Convicting me?

You're making it very difficult for me to refuse.

Yeah, of course it would cheer me up.

Yeah, but we could... You can come over here for that.

You know, I do have better bedrooms.

My, my, my, aren't we the kinky ones?

In the middle of a party.

Yeah, I remember, but I still don't know.

Yeah, they'd throw a fit.

All right, all right, look.

I know where it is, but don't hold your breath, okay?

Call me later, we'll see.

You too.

Detective.

Didn't hear you come in.

Just trying not to disturb things.

I appreciate that.

Heard about your little frackish yesterday.

The murder wasn't Struthers, was it?

No.

Do you have any other leads?

Several people, but, uh, nothing solid yet.

Well, if you need my help...

Oh, yeah, by the way, if you try and leave, I will lock you up.

I wouldn't even think of it.

Nick, so you got a good night's sleep.

You guys come up with anything yet?

We're going through the files again, seeing if we missed anything.

What about you? Any ideas?

No.

Centerfolds must be nice.

What the hell's that supposed to mean? Huh?

Touch it. You guys better shut your mouth.

Talk to the outside.

Look, I want a list of centerfolds for listed firearm skills under bio.

Now, what was that all about?

Nothing.

Yeah, well, I found one for you. She listed target shooting as her hobby.

Who? Kirstie Benner.

You mean to check out her alibi?

Yeah, well, there's something else you better check out.

Seems she's in a legal dispute with Holloway over alimony payments.

When her dad died, he didn't leave her anything. He left it all to charity.

You sure?

Positive. Checked it out myself.

Thought you might miss it.

Thanks, partner.

Try to be more careful.

Captain wants to see us first thing in the morning.

I'll have to meet you there.

I got somebody I ought to go talk to.

A couple people saw her checking her property on Valley View.

Same time Willow was taken out. Lucky her.

What's that supposed to mean?

No, I just meant good luck for her.

What about the other one?

Lisa Jansen was out of the country at the time. Mexico City.

Already confirmed with the airlines.

Besides, she's blonde.

Swell. Where does that leave us now?

Back at the beginning.

Two dead.

Holloway stole a target.

No connection between the three, except the magazine.

I don't buy that.

There's got to be something else that ties these deaths together.

Well, the murderer.

You know that.

Why would he want to kill the Passionate of the Year, top editor of the magazine,

and Holloway? He wouldn't.

And that was at the wrong place at the wrong time.

Holloway and the editor Weller were the only real targets. You sure of that?

Has to be. Nothing to be gained by taking out a Passionate of the Year.

Yeah, but what would he have to gain by nailing Holloway and the top editor?

That's what we don't know yet. Well, we do know that they're the top people.

They're the decision makers.

Yeah, but why?

Well, when we figure that out, we got our boy.

Meantime, we just keep covering all our bases.

More than the realist fanatics, centerfolds.

More than the miscellaneous weirdos we can find in the file.

Now, I still think there's something we're missing. Something that's right in

front of us. I'm sure of it. You can see something, Captain. Just let us know.

Hey! That's your job, detective.

Which means I want an answer. Another answer. The right one.

I have to meet with the mayor tomorrow to give him a progress report.

I don't want to have to tell him we don't have a clue.

I want to tell him we got the bastard.

Okay?

Well, we'll do our best.

Do better.

You listen to me. I run Passion Megs.

Yes, Evan owns it, but I run it.

The deadline for this issue is tomorrow at midnight. We're not going to be late.

You understand me?

I understand.

With David dead, there's more pressure on all of us.

We have to put this issue to bed.

That's why it's called a deadline.

Get that writer on the phone and tell him he had better have that article

faxed over, or the next thing he writes is going to be his name on an

unemployment form.

You listen to me, you little shit.

I don't want excuses.

I want it done.

That's it.

Hold on for Christ's sakes.

Yes.

Hi.

Yeah, I have thought about it, and I do need to escape.

Even if it is only for a few hours.

Yes, it means I'll be there.

The police?

No, no, no worry.

Allison has agreed to distract whoever's here.

How do you think?

All right, I'll be there early.

But how am I getting off the estate?

I, uh, have a friend to help me out.

Don't worry, I'll sneak out.

All right, I'll see you there.

Do you have time?

Oh, we always have time for that.

Duba duba dweeba

Duba

duba dweeba

Too bad, too bad, too bad

oh oh

You better get it.

So you said she's got a credible witness during the time of the murder? That's

what I said.

Well, who is it? A friend? A neighbor? Don't just drop it, okay?

I told you, I checked out her alibi.

You going out for the night?

Yeah.

See you tomorrow.

See you tomorrow. Good night.

Okay, we're clear.

First time I ever had to sneak out of my own house.

We need to talk to Holloway this time.

See if I missed something.

Okay.

So, what are you gonna do?

All right.

Paul.

Yeah.

Thanks.

All right.

You two still here?

Yeah, I just wanted to finish up the file stuff on the girls.

And?

Nada. Which doesn't mean none of them know how to shoot.

Could just mean nobody bothered to ask.

Great.

Seen Holloway? In the bedroom. The girl.

We got somebody outside the door.

Doesn't he ever stop?

Doesn't seem to.

Well, I guess I'll have to wait.

You two go on home and I'll handle the night shift.

See you tomorrow.

How long they been at it?

Over an hour.

I'll be downstairs.

All right.

Right there.

Yes.

Is this what you're looking for?

Actually, I was kind of looking for a shot.

He doesn't keep anything in the kitchen.

It's always in the den.

Oh, good.

I'll remember that.

No, thanks.

Champagne is more my style.

Good.

That leaves more for me.

Nice outfit.

Thanks. You should see what I look like without it.

Good idea at June issue, right?

You remember.

Hard not to.

So how much longer will he be?

Most of the night.

Why? Do you need to talk to him?

Yeah, I do.

Is everything okay?

Yeah, I just need to talk to him.

I'm sure he'll be up for some air at some point.

Maybe you can catch him then.

That's my plan.

Does it give you any ideas?

Well, actually, I'm still on duty.

Uh-huh.

Don't spoil it.

You're having a legal dispute with Holloway.

So? So, why didn't you tell me?

Why, so you could give me the third degree?

No, if you would have told me, we wouldn't be here having this

conversation right now.

You lied to me.

But if Evan dies, I don't benefit, especially with everything unresolved.

Then what about your father?

What about him?

All his money went to charity.

That is none of your business.

And you can also use a gun.

So I can shoot. Are you happy?

Besides, you already checked out my alibi.

Yeah, and I got a no for sure.

Then be sure.

Arrest me.

I'm not going to arrest you.

Good. Then get out.

Yeah. Nick, are you there?

Yeah, what's up?

It's more like what's down.

We got us another body.

Who? It's Jennifer Quint. She's the manager of operations for the magazine.

She makes all the heavy decisions when Holloway's tied up.

There's got to be something that ties these killings together.

Yeah, so?

Tell you what, I got an idea. I'm going to talk to Holloway and I'll get back to

you.

Yeah, well, go ahead. Stop talking to me. And don't forget, I want a suspect

by tomorrow, okay?

You got it.

All you in there?

Yeah, I'll be out in a second.

Better hurry, it's your partner.

Yo, partner, what's the news?

Jennifer Quinn's dead.

Who's she?

Manager of operations.

Look, I need to talk to Holloway.

Ask him if she has anything in common with him and Weller.

Look, I'll get them for you. Hold on.

We thought we were a problem before.

Is it Holloway?

Yeah.

Right there.

Evan, can you hear us?

Yeah. Yeah.

Damn.

He's gone.

What?

He threw us off and he slipped out.

Hang on.

He's gone.

Who, your partner?

No, Holloway.

Well, how can you protect him if he's gone?

That's the point. I can't.

Do you have any idea where he is?

It's Thursday night. He usually goes to the club.

Did you get that?

Yeah, yeah. I'll call a captain. You get on down there.

One of you come with me.

I'll be right back.

So what are we going to do?

What? What are we going to do?

I'm going to find him and drag him out of here. That's what we're going to do.

I'm starting to see why he doesn't like you.

Say what? Can we go that way? I'll take this side.

What are you doing here?

Hey, you all right?

Looks like I'm not a suspect anymore.

I guess you're not.

You hang in there.

Well, I hope it was worth it.

A little personal interest, Nick?

You could have gotten a lot of people killed.

Does the phrase piss off mean anything, detective?

Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey.

Nick.

We're lucky she's going to be okay.

So she passed out before she could tell you the name, huh?

Yeah.

You know who she is.

You were on the phone with her earlier today.

Lisa?

No, I don't think so.

Nobody else knew you'd be here.

That's nuts.

Well, unless we can find a better reason, her being nuts works for me.

Well, that's just it, Captain. There is no reason.

Didn't you say that she was a runner-up for Passion Mate of the Year?

So?

Look, we've been through all that. She made a lot of money from it. That's not

any reason for her to kill someone.

Now, just a minute. Tell me something.

You, your editor, and your manager of operations are solely responsible for...

Picking the passion mate of the year, am I right?

Yeah, so?

Then that's got to be it.

It would even explain Annette.

Now, wait, wait, wait a minute. You said yourself she was a blonde.

It was a wig.

Human hair.

And think about how easy it is to sneak into the U.S. from Mexico these days.

Especially if she had time to plan it.

Smart alibi.

But she had access to Holloway all along.

She could have killed him any number of times at his place.

She would have been a suspect right away.

Whatever she is, she isn't stupid.

Well, I guess we better pick her up.

I'll bet you anything when we get her down to the station, she fails the

paraffin test.

Can't wash that gunpowder off.

You guys alright?

Fine.

Look, I'm gonna go up to bed. This whole Lisa thing's just got me sick.

So, are you hungry?

Yeah, I haven't eaten all day.

Lisa.

Lisa, I...

Passion made of the year?

I was supposed to be the one.

What difference does it make? You got... It made a difference to me.

Now take off your clothes.

Why? You always wanted us to strip for you.

Now strip for me.

I slept with you and David for that damn title. And for my gratitude, you were

supposed to give it to me.

You called hospital?

Yeah.

Doctor says she's going to be fine. What happened, Evan?

I always liked you best.

I'm not the only one making the decisions around here.

It's your magazine.

Shit!

Bye-bye, Evan.

Say hello to Annette for me.

Hi, this is Kirstie. I'm going out of town for a while, so please leave a

message. I'll call you when I get back. Have a great day. Bye.

Well, the mayor's happy, which means the chief is happy.

Now, if the chief is happy, that means I'm happy.

He's even talking about raises and possible promotions.

Oh, shit.

I mean, that's great, sir.

You hear that, Nick?

Yeah, that's great. Yeah, I told you I knew how to pick my detectives.

Well, I'm sorry, Nick. I thought this was good news.

No, it is, Captain.

Well, maybe you all would care to join me for some drinks a little later. I

know a great little bar not far from here. I'd love to.

Good. Well, later then, huh?

Nick?

Yeah.

Good. See you then.

So what's going on with you?

Nothing. She got to you, didn't she?

Yeah. Guess you did.

Well, get over her, you know.

Let's go kick back and have some drinks with the captain.

You know, there's plenty more where she came from.

Yeah. Maybe you're right.

I am? That senior partner thing's rubbing off, huh?

Look,

I'm going to go see Duncan up in Records. I'll catch up with you later.

I'll meet you upstairs.

Okay.

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