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I understand how busy you are

If that's really the only
time that you can meet.

I'll see you then.

Thank you.

Please!

Give me your purse!

Give me the purse!

No! No!

That's what I will remember
most of you, Mama.

Your sweet smile,
your generosity.

I love you Mama and I will
hold you in my heart

until that day that we
meet again, okay?

I love you.

The service was lovely.

Thank you for everything,
Auntie Phyllis.

Honey, I wouldn't have it
any other way.

Your mother was my best friend.

In fact, why don't I go
back to the house,

I'll, um, start setting out
the food for the reception.

Oh, um, actually
I... I've got that.

I'll set everything up
and get it ready.

All you have to do is show up.

Seriously.

Your mother would be so proud

of how you're
handling everything.

And remember I'm right across
the street, as always,

if you need anything at all.

I love you.

I love you, Auntie.

Looks like half the
church turned up.

Mama did a lot of volunteering
when Dad passed.

I still can't
believe she's gone.

I don't understand who would
have done this.

Come on, let's get you back
to your Mama's house.

'Kay?

And the police don't
know anything.

It hasn't been that long yet.

They should have something
they could tell me.

Baby, that's a sad
looking cupcake.

I'm just saying you should
keep studying medicine.

I cannot carry all my burdens,

but I know you can, and will.

Guide me and help me
hold on strong,

through the trials
and tribulations ahead.

Amen.

I miss you, Mama.

One sugar-free double latte
and one sugar full muffin.

Thanks.

I really needed this.

Looks like you've
made some progress.

It feels like I'll never finish.

You know it's been really
nice having you here

these past few weeks.

Are you sure that
you don't wanna stay?

You could finish up
your residency here

at St. Vic's
with me.

We're short on doctors.

I could be your nurse.

I'm in the middle of my
program at John Hopkins,

and you know how hard
that spot was to get.

I know.

Are you expecting company?

Ms. Daniels?

Yeah.

Officer Hector Sanchez.

You left me a message?

Please, come in.

Sure.

Sonya, I'll just finish
wrapping everything up

in the dining room.

'Kay.

Packing?

Yeah I don't have a choice.

I can't afford the mortgage.

I really appreciate
you coming by.

I was hoping you had
an update for me.

Most of the time any
real leads pop up

within the first 48 hours
of a crime.

It's been a few weeks now
and we really honestly

just don't have anything
solid to go on.

What about the security cameras?

There must be
something on there.

Yeah no the perp was wearing
a hoodie and he was too

far away from the camera
for any kind of an ID.

What about witnesses?

Yeah I'm sorry nobody
remembers seeing your mother.

It was late,
most of the building

had gone home for the day.

It doesn't make any sense.

What would she be doing at
a building alone at night?

There has to be a
reason she was there.

Look if there is,
we haven't found it.

As far as we can tell,

your mother was at the
wrong place at the wrong time.

It was a mugging gone bad.

So that's it?

No, if anything new comes up,
of course we'll look into it.

But until then...

Officer Sanchez if you
don't mind, I have things to do.

Yeah.

I mean look,

I really do wish there was
something more I could do it's...

Okay, thank you.

Are you okay?

I can't believe they just
gave up like that.

Mama deserves so much more.

I need to get back to packing.

I'm not even close
to being done.

Did you want me to
start on the photos?

I'm not ready to
put those away yet.

Okay.

Sonya! There you are!

Hey!

I fixed you some of
your favorite chicken.

Aw, you didn't have to do that.

Of course I did.

Come on, let's get inside
before this gets cold.

I'm gonna run out
and grab some boxes.

I'll be right back.

Save me some!

Sorry, we've been
packing like crazy.

The realtor wants me to have
the house "show ready"

before I head back.

You sure are taking
on a lot, mighty fast.

Are you okay?

Yeah.

Oh honey, at my age
I have to watch my figure.

These biscuits are delicious.

Reminds me of when you
used to bring them over

every Friday night
when I was a little girl.

Your mom and I used to
spend every Friday night

scrap-booking together.

I'm gonna miss her.

She was such a lovely,
wonderful, generous person.

She really was.

Oh listen to me
rattling on like this.

I, um, I have to get home.

My nephew is coming over
to install one of those

security cameras
at my front door.

He says it'll make
me sleep better.

I think it's all about
making him feel better.

Have there been break-ins?

Yeah, at the Wilkinsens',
a couple of months ago.

Things are changing.

Well, a security camera
is a great idea.

Thank you for always
being there for me, Auntie.

You're like one
of my own, Sonya.

If you need anything,
you know where to find me.

I'm back.

Up here!

Sorry it took me so long.

Hey.

Hey.

I can't believe Mama
kept all these things.

I think this was my diaper bag
when I was a baby.

Uh, that's a designer bag.

That's worth a fortune!

Really?

How do you know?

My stepmom bought one
for her baby.

She saw some celebrity
with it online or something.

Can I see?

Well then it's
definitely not mine.

You know how practical Mama was.

She probably found it at
one of those thrift stores

she would shop at.

Always raising money
for the church.

I wonder what it was
doing with my things.

Uh, you should
check the pockets.

Yeah.

What is it?

It looks like a
birth certificate.

For who?

Someone named Heather Bradley?

Who's that?

I don't know.

Daughter of Don Bradley
and Olivia Bradley.

Olivia Bradley?

She's one of the
richest women in town.

Really?

Yeah.

What are you doing?

Searching for the name
Heather Bradley.

Did you find something?

Church kidnapping
remains unsolved.

Parents of missing baby
plead for her safe return.

Why did Mama have this
girl's birth certificate?

Well, you said it yourself.

Your mom loved the
secondhand shops.

They probably just
donated the bag

after their daughter
disappeared.

Yeah.

Right.

I gotta get to that shift
at the hospital.

You should probably try
and sleep tonight.

Mhm.

Promise?

Yeah.

'Kay.

Sonya?

Last night, I had the
worst shift ever,

this woman started
freaking out...

Did you sleep at all?

I've been up all night

just thinking about
this missing baby.

Take a look at this.

It's an article
about the kidnapping.

Those poor people.

They never found out what
happened to their daughter.

You know, if it bothers
you this much

you could just give
the police a call.

What if they think Mama

had something to do
with the kidnapping?

Don't be ridiculous.

Your mother never even
had a speeding ticket!

Do you think this could have
had anything to do with

what happened to her?

What makes you say that?

I don't know.
Just a feeling.

Okay, I have this
friend from tennis.

And he used to be a cop, but now
he has his own PI agency.

And he specializes in
helping people find

their missing family members.

Maybe he can help.

Yeah...

Okay.

You must be Sonya?

Missy's friend.

I'm Brandon.
Brandon Hayes.

Uh, thanks for meeting
me on such short notice.

Why don't we continue
this in my office.

Yeah.

So you said you found this
in your mother's closet?

Yeah.

When I was packing her
things, after the funeral.

Yeah, um Missy told me
what happened.

I'm very sorry.

Are you familiar with
the Heather Bradley story?

The kidnapping?

Yeah, I looked into it.

It's a 25-year old cold case.

Heather's mother Olivia Bradley,

the daughter of Richard Mitchell

of Mitchell Strategic
Engineering.

He made his fortune from
supplying guidance systems

to the government.

Heather's father Don took over
after the company

after the CEO, Mark Green, died.

Their daughter, Heather, was
taken from the church nursery

when she was just
four months old.

I can't imagine.

Why didn't you go to
the police with this?

This is... this is evidence in
a missing person's case.

I'm sorry.

I think I made
a mistake coming here...

Don't leave, don't leave.

We don't have to
go to the police.

I know my mother.

She's a good woman.

A devout Christian.

She wouldn't have
anything to do with this.

So why'd you come to me?

I can't help but wonder if it

might have something
to do with the murder.

Well I can look into this
with you, discreetly.

Please have a seat.

So, how do we start?

Well, I'll need to get a copy
of your birth certificate.

What for?

It's just a formality.

I just want to
rule some things out.

I live in Baltimore.

It's in a safety deposit box.

Okay.

Well, I'll have a copy pulled
from the county clerk's office.

'Kay.

It's a good thing what
you're doing, Ms. Daniels.

We're going to get to
the bottom of this.

9-1-1,
what's your emergency?

There's someone in my house.

5427 Villawood Court.

Please hurry!

Doesn't look like
anything's missing.

Well, you probably
interrupted them.

First my mother and...

Now this?

You put your mom's obituary
in the newspaper, right?

Yeah.

Yeah, we've had a
string of these lately.

Seems like somebody's
been scanning the obits

for easy targets.

Why would someone do that?

I stopped asking myself
that question years ago.

Sonya.

I came as soon as I could.

You okay?

Hayes?

Oh.

Well this is a surprise.

Yeah, it's been too long.

Yeah.

Hector and I used to be
partners back in the day.

Well that's before Brandon
decided that he could

actually do better
without the force.

So you two know each other?

Yeah, yeah.

A mutual friend introduced us.

So, what did you guys find?

Well Ms. Daniels seems to
have uh, interrupted them

before they had a chance
to take anything.

I don't think they'll
be back any time soon.

If you do find anything missing,

give me a call
and let me know, okay?

I'll see myself out.

Wrap it up, let's go!

Thank you for not
saying anything.

No I wouldn't break
a client's confidence.

C'mon.

I work for you, remember?

Would you feel safer if you
stayed at Missy's tonight?

Yeah, that's a good idea.

Okay, well let me
give you a ride.

You shouldn't be driving.

You don't - don't
have to do that.

No c'mon, I'd like to.

Okay, um let just me
grab a few things.

Okay.

I still don't get why the cops

are so quick to
dismiss everything.

It's like they want to file
things away as fast as possible.

I know.

That's why I'm really glad
Brandon's helping.

He seems nice.

He is.

He's been through a lot, though.

His, uh, wife ran off
with his best friend.

Yeah, cleaned him out too.

It was awful.

That's terrible.

Yeah.

Here you go.

You could probably use
a good night's sleep, huh?

You have no idea.

And I, I just-I just
can't help but thinking

that the cops are
missing something.

You know with Mama
in the garage at night,

and the diaper bag, it...

Doesn't it all
feel coincidental.

I think you might be spooked
from the break-in.

And that you should try
and get some sleep.

Hey, you're safe here.

Okay? And I'm in the
next room if you need me.

Okay.

'Night.

Eat something Hun.

You can't have just coffee
to keep you going.

Thanks.

You sure you don't want to
spend the night again?

I gotta finish packing
my mom's house.

Um, okay, I will leave
a key under my mat.

In case you change your mind.

Hey.

Hey, come on in.

How are you doing?

Good.

Oh this is a surprise.

I'm just heading to work.

Um, is everything okay?

Yeah, I just need to talk
with Sonya for a minute.

If that's alright.

Yeah, hey, my
invitation still stands.

Bye.

Is everything okay?

My contact at the registry,

he tried to pull up
your birth certificate.

Tried?

There's no easy way to say this.

There's no certificate on file.

What do you mean?

I told you I have a
copy of it back home.

There's no record of your
mother ever having given birth.

Not locally, not anywhere.

What?

That doesn't make any sense.

Listen Sonya, you found
a birth certificate

in your mother's closet
for a missing child

who's nearly the exact
same age as you are.

And now there's no
official record of your birth.

That certificate that you have,
I think it's a fake.

I'm sorry.

This is crazy.

My mother and father
would have never...

Listen, we still don't know
anything for sure.

I need answers.

Okay, we have to
talk to the Bradley's.

I don't think we're there yet.

Brandon, I am not asking.

If there is a slightest chance
that I'm Heather Bradley,

I need to see them.

Okay.

If you feel that
strongly about it.

Wow. This is impressive.

Mitchell Engineering
has been very successful.

Mr. Bradley is about to
take the company public.

It's been all over the news.

Sorry to keep you waiting.

Ah, Mr. Bradley.

I'm Brandon Hayes
with Finding The Lost.

We spoke on the phone.

Please call me, Don.

Right.

And you must be Sonya Daniels.

The woman who
found the diaper bag.

I thought it would be
the right thing to do.

To return the bag.

Well, please come in.

Make yourselves at home.

Will Mrs. Bradley
be joining us?

No, Olivia's at
the gym right now.

The truth is, I'd prefer that
she be left out of this for now.

As you can imagine, the loss of
our daughter was devastating.

And I'd just prefer not to open
old wounds for the time being.

Yeah, of course.

I haven't discussed
with the police yet.

We thought it'd be best
to let you know first.

I appreciate that.

My wife has suffered
from extreme anxiety

since our daughter disappeared.

She's on anti-depressants.

Involving the police might
open everything up again I...

I don't think that would be a
good thing for Olivia right now.

Is it, uh, in there?

Yeah.

This is it.

This was Heather's bag.

I'm sorry. I, uh...

I didn't realize how painful
this would be for me.

You mentioned something
about a birth certificate?

Yeah, I believe it's authentic,

but I've sent it out
to be verified.

Do you mind if I ask you

why your daughter's birth
certificate

was in the diaper bag?

Well, we'd... we'd recently moved.

Our mail was being forwarded,

so it took longer
than usual to arrive.

My wife told me she'd
found it in the mailbox

on the way to the
park with Heather.

She'd put it in the bag
for safekeeping

and forgot all about it until
after Heather disappeared.

Whoever took our daughter

must have taken the
diaper bag as well.

All these years, my wife
never gave up hope.

Not even after we adopted
our son, Grayson.

Grayson, I didn't
realize you were home.

Hi, it's nice to meet you.

Well this certainly
is a new approach.

I give you credit
for your originality.

None of the others
brought props.

Grayson, please.

I'm sorry, what do you mean?

Who do you think you're fooling?

You're just another gold-digger
like the rest of them.

Grayson! That's enough!

Please accept my sincere
apology for my son's behavior.

I'm not going to stand here
and listen to this.

I'm very sorry.

It's been hard for him living
in his sister's shadow

all these years.

Watching his mother
get her hopes up,

only to be crushed.

As you can see, he's become
very protective of her.

What did he mean,
"the rest of them"?

Have there been women
claiming that they were Heather?

I'm afraid so.

It's been difficult for Olivia.

She wanted so badly to believe
they were Heather,

but after each DNA test
came back negative, well...

Let's just say being
wealthy has it's drawbacks.

In hindsight perhaps she
shouldn't have offered a reward.

I'm-I'm not looking
for a reward.

Don?

What's the matter with Grayson?

He just rushed
right by me in a huff.

I'm so sorry, I didn't realize
we were expecting company.

I must look a mess.

We were just finishing up, dear.

I would have mentioned
that I had a meeting,

but I thought you'd still be
working with your trainer.

Oh, I was getting one of
my migraine headaches

so he decided to quit early.

You usually tell me when you
have a meeting at the house.

Look, why don't you
go rest for a bit.

I wouldn't want your
headache to get worse.

Remember what
the doctor told you.

Please don't speak to me
like I'm a child!

Please, excuse me for a moment.

Yeah.

Olivia!

I'm fine.

I've tried to put that photo
away, but Olivia won't let me.

That was Mark Green.

Olivia was going to ask him
to be Heather's godfather,

but he died shortly after
that photo was taken.

I'm sorry, I don't mean
to be rude but,

I think it would be
best if you left.

I really can't risk upsetting
my wife any further.

Yeah, no, we understand.

I appreciate you seeing us.

Wait, let me go in first.

Wait here, I'll make
sure it's safe.

It's clear.

My mother was a rock.

She really held it together
for the both of us

after my father died.

They were God-fearing
church-going people,

they were... they were good
people.

Do you think I look
like Mrs. Bradley?

Well, that's not really
for me to say.

We need to do a DNA test
and see if it's a match.

If the results
come back positive,

I don't think I can handle that.

What would you do,
if you were me?

I'm not the person you
should be asking for advice.

Why not?

Well, my childhood I bounced
from one foster home

to the next.

No expert on family.

I'm sorry. That must've
been hard.

Whatever doesn't kill us
only makes us stronger,

am I right?

Yeah...

So...

What do you think?

How do we do the DNA test?

Do we need the
Bradleys' consent?

The police records for the
kidnapping mention there being

a sample of Heather's
DNA on file.

I can pull a favor from a
friend of mine in the lab.

He can keep it confidential.

And all you'll need
is to take a swab.

I'll take care of this
as quickly as possible.

Alright?

Brandon, um...

I just wanted to say that
I really appreciate

everything you're doing for me.

Will you be okay?

I'll be okay.

You know, you can call me
if you need anything.

Anything at all.

Alright?

That woman, who was
here yesterday...

Who was she?

A business associate.

Are they the ones helping you
take the company public?

Why do you always insist on
keeping me in the dark?

My father left this
company to me!

You know, this wasn't what
he wanted for it.

Your father couldn't
have foreseen

how much this company
would grow.

Business is about evolution.

We agreed it was best for me
to handle the company's affairs

when you gave me
power of attorney, didn't we?

I have the right to be
involved in this decision!

You know it's not good for you

to get yourself
worked up like this.

I don't want you to end up
in the hospital again.

You need to take your pills.

When Mark was CEO,

he treated me with respect!

I am not going to
stand around here

listening to this craziness.

Take your pill.

That's my girl.

I just want you
to be well, dear.

I'll be home for
dinner, all right?

Thank goodness!
I was so worried.

I came by, but you weren't home
and I heard about the break-in.

Are you... are you all right?

I'm fine.

I stayed at Missy's yesterday
just-just to be safe.

I'm so sorry I didn't call you.

It's okay.

You have a lot on your mind.

Yeah...

I have to talk to you
about something.

Of course.

Let me put the kettle on.

I found something out yesterday.

Something that confused me.

And what was that?

It's a long story, but someone
at the county clerk's office

tried to pull my
birth certificate,

and it's not on file.

And?

Auntie, did my parents ever
mention anything to you

that would make you think
I was adopted?

I always knew
this day would come.

So you knew?

Yes.

You were adopted.

But why would my parents keep
this from me all these years?

Oh honey, they wanted
to tell you, they did,

they just didn't know how.

They wanted to wait
for the right time,

but as the years passed,

they realized they'd
waited too long.

So they lied to me?

No.

No, they protected you.

They never wanted you to doubt
who your real family was.

Your-your parents had tried for
so long to have a child,

but your mama, well
she couldn't conceive.

So who are my birth parents?

I don't know.

Your mother hired one of those,
um, private adoption attorneys.

The only thing he told her
was that your birth mother

had died when she had you.

Did you ever know the name
of the attorney?

Oh honey, that was
a long time ago.

I don't know that I ever
even knew the name.

I-I-I don't want to stickin' my
nose where it doesn't belong,

but your parents raised you

with all the love
they had to give.

If you ask me,
nothing else should matter.

I'm sorry I had to be
the one to tell you.

Me too.

Is that the security camera
your nephew installed?

Oh! He's quite the handy man.
It's so small.

It's hard to believe it holds
a weeks worth of video.

Auntie.

I'm wondering if it maybe
recorded the person

who tried to break into
Mama's house last week.

Oh my goodness, why didn't
I think of that?

Can I look at the footage?

By all means.

Mom?

Oh. Grayson.

The other day when I
saw you in the driveway.

There was a woman here.

Your father said she was
a business associate.

I think he was lying to me.

Did she say she was Heather?

She's just like the others,

Don't even waste
your time with her.

What did she say?

Grayson...

Tell me, I need to know!

She's just another lowlife
looking for a handout.

I told her to get lost.

What if it's her?

It isn't.

Ma, I am not going to let
one more person

put you through that.

If what Phyllis told

really was private, there's a
good chance that the records

are sealed along with the names
of your birth parents.

Are you kidding?

Oh, uh - my friend at the
lab had sent this over.

He's going to run the
test under the radar.

You just take a swab on
the inside of your cheek.

It'll take a couple of days for
the test results to get back.

I e-mailed you footage
from Phyllis' security camera.

I thought it might have
caught the person

who tried to break into
my mother's house.

You keep this up and I
might be on the market

for a partner one day.

I thought I'd head over to the
church where Heather was taken,

see if anyone remembers
seeing anything

the day she disappeared.

What did you say the name
of the church was?

Faith United.

You want me to come with?

I got this, partner.

Well regardless of
what happens now,

at least we know my parents
are innocent in all of this.

What?

It's nothing.

It's something.

You know, for a P.I., you have
a terrible poker face.

Well it's just that, uh,
you know, this is my job.

You can't ever rule anything out
until you have conclusive proof.

I'm sorry, I didn't
mean to upset you.

I just... this... this is...

It's fine. Just call me when
you get the results.

Excuse me, Pastor?

Oh yes.

Yes, how can I help you?

I'm Sonya Daniels.

Nice to meet you, Sonya.

You have a very
beautiful church.

Thank you.

Have you been a pastor
here for a long time?

Started out as
the Youth minster.

Now here I am, 30 years later.

Still shepherding
this congregation.

I was hoping you might
be able to help me out.

I'm doing research for the old

Heather Bradley incident
for a friend.

Were you here when
she went missing?

I was, but the police,

you know, they did an
extensive investigation.

They cleared the church
of any wrongdoing.

If you don't mind, I'd rather
not dwell on the past.

No one is implying that the
church was responsible

in any way.

Just trying to make sense
of what happened.

Okay, what do you want to know?

Would I be able to
speak with the person

who ran the nursery back then?

I'm afraid that's not possible.

She died a few years ago...

It was very sad; She never was
able to forgive herself

for what happened.

Could you walk me through
what happened that day,

whatever you can remember?

Okay, come this way.

This used to be the
children's play room.

And that over there was
the nursery for the babies.

Heather was one of our youngest
so she was separated

from the others who were
playing while she slept.

How did you keep track of them?

The parents would fill out
their names and times

when they arrived and left.

Do you still have that?

No, it was decades ago.

I'm sure it's been
turned over to the police.

When did they realize
Heather was missing?

I'm ashamed to say that nobody
noticed until the nanny came by

to pick her up that afternoon.

Do you remember
the nanny's name?

How could I forget?

Rebecca Gold.

Nobody reported seeing
any strangers

in the church that day?

No. And that always
bothered me.

I appreciate you
showing me around.

My pleasure.

Oh Sonya, is there anyone
you want remembered

in our evening prayers tonight?

Yes, that's very kind.

My mother, Janet Daniels.

Janet Daniels?

It rings a bell.

I think your mother used to sing
in our choir many years ago.

She did?

She changed churches,
like a lot of others did,

after Heather disappeared.

She was there, Brandon.

What?

My mother.

The Pastor said she used to
sing in the church choir

and she left after
Heather disappeared.

Well there's probably
a lot of people

that left after that.

Doesn't necessarily
mean anything.

Yeah, yeah you're right.

Did you get anything else?

No one remembered
seeing any strangers.

It was Heather's nanny who
realized she was missing.

Okay, did... did you get her name?

Yeah, um Rebecca Gold.

We should talk to her.

When the police have
already cleared her?

Maybe they didn't ask
the right questions.

I'll see if she
still lives in town.

Maybe she'll meet with us.

Okay...

What is that?

Oh, it's from Phyllis'
security camera.

I was able to isolate the frame
of a man who was outside

your mother's house
during the break in.

It's a little bit blurry,
but you see this right here?

On the sweatshirt.

I think it's some
sort of uh, crest.

I e-mailed it to
a tech guy I know

to see if he could reduce
the digital noise.

It's a long shot, but maybe
it'll help us identify

whoever broke into
your mother's house.

In the meantime, I'm gonna
see what I can find

on Rebecca Gold.

All right.

You call me if
you need anything.

Oh and Sonya?

I'm sorry about earlier.

It's okay.

I hope you know
you're not alone.

I'm here for you.

There's nothing here.

Who is it?

Grayson Bradley.

You think you can just walk into
my family's life and hurt us?

I'm sorry, I was
just trying to...

You're not fooling anyone.

Back off.

My family has already
been through enough!

So, stay away from us or
you're gonna regret it!

Hello?

Is this Rebecca Gold?

Yes it is. Who's calling?

This is Brandon Hayes
with Finding The Lost.

I've been hired to look into
the Heather Bradley

missing persons case.

I thought that was
closed years ago.

Well, we've recently found
some new evidence

that may help us solve
what happened to Heather.

I was wondering if maybe
I could come by tomorrow,

ask you a few questions?

Uh, I-I really don't know
what kinda help I can be.

It was... it was a long time ago

and I've tried really hard
to put that behind me.

Ms. Gold, please.

It would bring the Bradley
family some peace

to finally know what happened
to their little girl.

Okay.

Thanks.

I'll see you tomorrow.

Yeah.

C'mon.

We got a problem.

Thank you for
coming over so quickly.

I can't believe he did that.

Grayson obviously feels
really threatened by me.

Maybe he thinks I'm
after his inheritance.

I'm... I'm just trying
to find the truth.

And I have no idea
why this is happening.

Okay, it's all right.

I'm sorry, it's...

With everything going on,

I really haven't had
any time to grieve.

No, you don't have to apologize.

You've been so kind to me.

I told you, I'm here to help.

I'm sorry.

We shouldn't do that.

You know, you're a client.

I don't know what's got into me.

I'm sorry.

It's fine, just everything's a
little complicated right now.

I hope I'm not
interrupting anything.

No, not at all.

Um... I just remembered something

that might be important.

Um...

Last time I saw your mom,
we were here scrap booking,

and she got a call.

A call from who?

That's just it, I don't know.

She left the room to take it.

She never did that, at the time
I didn't think much of it.

But, when she came back
into the room,

she seemed really shaken up.

I asked her what was wrong,
she said she was fine,

didn't want to talk about it,
so I didn't pry.

But whoever it was on the
other end of that phone,

really upset her.

It might not mean anything.

I... I dunno, I just thought
you should know.

Thank you, Auntie.

Of course.

I'd best be going.

What? What is it?

I just thought of something.

My mother had this habit.

Whenever someone would call,

she would scribble down
notes on a notepad.

There's nothing here.

Hold on one second.

I saw someone do this
on TV once.

Not bad.

It's a phone number.

It's disconnected.

There's another number there.

Looks like it could be
part of an address.

I'm gonna head to the office,

see if I can figure out who this
number used to belong to.

You gonna be okay
if I leave you?

Yeah, um, I'm gonna
head to Missy's.

You want me to give you a ride?

Uh... I'm good, thanks.

Uh, you can... you can go ahead.

Sonya.

Sonya, hey.

Huh?

Your tea?

Oh, sorry.

You okay?

Yeah, it just all
feels so surreal.

Mama, and the birth certificate,

and now Brandon's
doing a DNA test

to see if I'm Heather Bradley.

Well, whatever happens,
you're still Sonya to me.

Brandon. Hi.

Did you find something?

Looks like working
late night paid off.

I tracked that phone
number we found

in your mother's note pad
to a Joseph Coyle,

an attorney who not only
handled private adoptions,

but also represented
Rebecca Gold

during the investigation.

You're kidding.

No.

And there's more.

You're never gonna believe where
this guy's office is located.

Above the parking garage,

where your mother was killed.

No.

I'm sorry.

I should have known how
difficult this would be for you.

Let me take you home.

No.

I need to do this.

I need to know the truth.

We're looking for
a Joseph Coyle.

Who's asking?

Brandon Hayes,
I'm with Finding the Lost.

Looking for some information

about an adoption
you may have handled.

I don't do adoptions anymore.

Oh, well, this was a
long time ago.

25 years.

Did you handle them then?

The adoptive parents were
Terrence and Janet Daniels.

Nope. Nope.
Doesn't ring a bell.

But even if it did, I couldn't
tell you anything.

Attorney-client privilege.

Now if there's nothing else,
I'd like to finish packing.

What's the rush?

Heading down to Florida
with the missus.

Well deserved retirement.

I think my mother, Janet Daniels
came to see you a few weeks ago.

Your name and address
was in her notebook.

Janet Daniels?

Isn't that the woman the
police came by asking about?

Woman who was murdered
in our parking garage?

Well like I told them,
I don't know her

and I don't know what
she was doing here.

I know you're lying!

My name and number's online.

Just because she wrote it down
doesn't mean a thing.

Let's go.

Did you hear him?

How smug he was?

He's hiding something.

If he's involved in any way,
we'll get to the bottom of it.

Let's go talk to Rebecca Gold.

See if she can
tell us something.

You sure she's expecting us?

Yeah, I'm sure.

I hear music, maybe she
can't hear the door.

Alright, let's try around back.

Hello?

Hello!

Stay behind me.

Miss Gold?

Oh my god.

Oh my god.

Don't touch her,
don't touch her.

There's no pulse.

See what's happening
in the basement.

The medical examiner
said she's been dead

for less than two hours.

I can't believe you
didn't tell me this.

You find a missing baby's
diaper bag and birth certificate

in a dead woman's closet...
a woman whose murder

I'm investigating,
and you didn't tell me?

There has been
no clear connection

between the bag that Sonya found

and Janet Daniels'
murder until now.

That's what the police are for.

To investigate potential leads.

We were waiting to see
if Sonya's DNA

was a match with
Heather Bradley's...

Look, let's get
one thing straight.

From this point forward, this is
an official police matter.

Are we clear?

Look.

We both know
you're short-handed,

let me help you.

Any information I get
from here on in,

I'll let you know.

No more secrets.

I want to solve this case
as badly as you do.

Everything goes
through my department.

Everything!

Agreed?

Yeah.

Sanchez.

Had we gotten here any sooner,

Rebecca might've
still been alive.

Or we might both be dead.

You can't blame
yourself for this.

We went to the lawyer
and now she's dead.

I mean, it can't be
a coincidence.

Well, I didn't tell anybody
we were coming here.

Well maybe she told somebody.

I just heard back from
the officers I sent to Coyle's.

Turns out he took a
vacation to Europe.

We're working on finding
out where, exactly.

So much for Florida.

Yeah.

I'm also looking into
the whereabouts of Don,

Olivia and Grayson Bradley...
see where they were today.

I'm not gonna rule out
anyone at this point.

Whoever did this may
come after you too.

So, I'm gonna station an
officer out front of your house,

just to be safe.

Yeah, good idea.

Well, I'm coming over.

No.

I don't want to
put you in any danger.

But you're not
staying there by yourself.

I'm not. There's an
officer out front.

And Brandon offered
to stay over.

Okay.

Will you promise you'll call me
if you need anything, right?

I promise.

Thanks for offering
to stay over.

You know, I really hate that
I can't feel safe here.

Yeah, no problem.

Um, do you mind if I say grace?

Not at all, uh...

For food that stays our hunger,

for rest that brings us ease,

for homes where our
memories linger,

Lord, we give our thanks
for these.

Amen.

What?

I'm just, uh, amazed that
with everything going on,

you're still able to
maintain your faith.

Faith is all I've got left, now.

My parents always made
a big deal of that, you know,

holding onto our faith when we
didn't know what to do.

So, what's your story?

What do you mean?

Well, you told me you
grew up in a foster home,

but you never told me what
happened to your parents.

Um...

You don't have to
tell me, I'm... I'm sorry.

No, no. It's okay.

Um...

My mother had... she had
me when she was pretty young.

My father... I guess
he wasn't really

interested in sticking around.

So she raised me
'til I was about five,

but she liked to party.

A lot.

I guess one night somebody
called Child Services,

they found me at home alone
and that was it.

From then on,
I was in foster care.

She used to come and
visit me a couple of times,

but, uh, after a while
she stopped coming.

That must have been terrible
for you not having a family.

You learn to deal with it.

Did you ever see her again?

She called me about a year ago.

Told me how sorry she was,
said she wanted to start over.

What'd you say?

I said no.

Of course.

Look, she wasn't interested
in being part of my life then,

I'm not interested in
having her in my life now.

Well you said she was
very young when she had you.

Maybe she realized
what a mistake she made.

Maybe she wants
to make it right.

No, nothing she could do
could ever make it right.

And it's not my responsibility
to absolve her of her guilt.

I'm sorry, I... I know it's
not my business,

but she could be
part of your life now.

Why don't you try
to forgive her?

I wish it was as simple
for me as it is for you.

It can be.

Wow.

I wish I could see the
world the way you do.

You're really special,
you know that?

You really are.

It's getting pretty late.

I'm gonna grab you some
pillows and a blanket.

Okay.

'Kay.

Officer Sanchez.

Can I come in?

Yeah.

Thank you.

Oh, hey.

Don and Olivia's
alibis checked out,

just like I knew they would.

Olivia was at the gym at the
time Rebecca Gold got murdered

and Don was at a board meeting.

I'm still trying to
track down Grayson,

he's supposed to be
at a conference

somewhere out of town.

You came over here to
tell us that in person?

No.

Sonya, the DNA
results came back.

Now, the DNA sample that we
have on file from Heather

was over 20 years old.

But it was still a 100% match.

There's absolutely
no question...

you are Heather Bradley.

I know this is a lot for you
the Bradleys. Get now. I

Yeah, and we will,
but that can wait.

Right now, you just need
to take some time...

Don't you think they've
waited long enough?

Alright, uh,
I'll give them a call.

Set up a meeting.

Yeah.

What was Don's reaction
when you called him?

I spoke with his assistant.

I told her that we needed to
see him... that it was urgent.

Hey, are you sure you
want to do this now?

Here?

I just want to get it over
with as soon as possible.

Alright.

Get down!

Ah!

Brandon!

You're hurt!

I'm alright.

Stay here!

We heard shots.
Are you okay?

Yeah.

Did you see the shooter?

No.

While we wait for the
police, come inside, please.

Just wait in my office.

So you're telling me
that someone was trying to

prevent Sonya from
figuring out if she was Heather?

Yeah.

We think it was the same
person who broke into

Sonya's mother's place
a few days ago.

Why would they do that?

I think they were trying to look
for the birth certificate.

Did you tell anybody we were
coming here today?

No, no. Of course not.

This is a private family matter.

Whoever shot at us it is
probably the same person

who killed Sonya's mother
and Rebecca Gold.

Heather's nanny?

Yeah, she was killed yesterday.

What?!

We were supposed to meet with
her... somebody got to her first.

My, uh, secretary told me you
wanted to see me about

something important, but I
didn't realize it was Rebecca.

No, that's not why we came.

Sonya's DNA test results
came back yesterday.

It's a perfect match
with your daughter.

I don't know what to say...

We were able to
find the attorney

who handled Sonya's adoption.

Sonya's mother contacted him

after she found
the birth certificate.

Turns out he's connected
to Rebecca Gold.

Now she's dead and he
skipped the country.

No, that's not possible.

Rebecca was like family.

She would never have done
that to us.

I have to take this.

Brandon Hayes.

This is all so overwhelming.

And my wife, I...

I hope you understand,

I need to try to find
a way to tell her.

I'm just not sure my wife is
emotionally strong enough

to deal with this right now.

I understand.

How insensitive of me.

This must be very
difficult for you as well,

having just lost your mother.

It's just, I worry
about my wife.

After all these years and
all the disappointments, it's...

That was Hector.

He spotted a car on Parkway West

that matches the description
of the one that shot at us.

We really need to
get you to the hospital.

No. I'm fine.
It's just a graze.

We don't have time
for that right now.

At least let me check it out.

Okay.

Thank you, Don.

Thank you.

I'll be in touch.

This is pretty deep.

We should have got
you to the hospital.

Ah, no.

You shouldn't be out there 'til
we figure out who's doing this.

Brandon, I would
never forgive myself

if anything happened
to you because of me.

No, no, no.

Don't worry about me.

I'm alright, how are
you holding up?

I don't know how
to feel right now.

It's my tech guy about the
crest on the security footage.

I'm sorry I lied to you before.

I just wanted to wait
until we were certain.

I want to hear it from her.

I don't think
that's a good idea.

Why don't you
want me to see her?

Why don't you want me
to do anything?

I've seen this symbol before.

Where?

Stay away from us or
you're going to regret it!

This crest was on
Grayson's sweatshirt

when he came to see me.

Come on.

Well, we gotta call Hector.

We'll call him on the way.

Olivia?

Dear?

I'm sorry I upset you earlier.

I need to go back to
the office for a bit.

I won't be long.

I love you.

Grayson, it's your father.

Why aren't you
returning my calls?

It's important.

I need to talk to you.

You are not gonna
stop me this time.

I think that's

He used to work here.

Used to?

Got let go after he got
into a fight with a client.

That kind of nasty temper
doesn't fly around here.

Do you know if Buddy was
Grayson Bradley's trainer?

Yeah, I believe he was.

Thank you.

I need you to run a registration
on that car right away.

Sanchez.

Yeah, it's Hayes.

I think the guy that broke into
Sonya's mother's house

is a guy named Buddy Reed.

A personal trainer
for Grayson Bradley.

Why do you think that?

Well, one of the trainers at the
gym ID'd him from a photo

we enhanced from Sonya's
neighbor's security camera.

Oh, yeah.

I... I don't think Buddy's going
to be talking any time soon.

Whaddya mean?

He's dead.

He just rolled his car in
that high-speed chase.

Buddy Reed is dead.

'Kay, listen.

I think Buddy Reed was hired by
Grayson Bradley to prevent

Sonya from proving that she
is Heather Bradley.

What you need to do is
bring him in for questioning.

Better yet, issue a
warrant for his arrest.

No go.

Grayson Bradley was speaking
at a conference out of town.

He's got an airtight alibi with
about a hundred witnesses.

That doesn't mean he couldn't
have hired Buddy Reed.

Yeah, look.

I'm... I'm not haulinng in the son

of the richest family
in town on a hunch.

Come on Hector!

No, sorry.

I'm gonna need more than that.

Fine.

What?

Listen, with Buddy Reed dead,
we're not gonna be able

to prove that he was
working with Grayson.

So what are we gonna do?

We're gonna head to the office.

Take a look at a few things.

I'm coming with you.

No, no, no.

The safest place for you to be

is at your mother's house
with police surveillance.

I'll drop you on the way.

There has to be
something here...

Mark Green, CEO of Mitchell
Strategic Engineering, dies.

Olivia Bradley set
to take over as CEO.

Olivia Bradley.

Attacked Rebecca Gold,

diagnosed with Paranoid
Personality Disorder.

Alright.

I'll take it from here.

Thank you.

Brandon...

You have more news?

Yeah, I was hoping you could,
uh...

Clarify something for me.

Yeah, what's that?

Is it true Olivia
was institutionalized

after Heather's disappearance?

You can imagine how
hard it is for a mother

who's lost her child.

She attacked Rebecca Gold.

My wife became convinced that
Rebecca knew what happened

to Heather, and that
she was lying to her.

The truth is, Olivia was just
not herself for a long time

after Heather disappeared, and
in many ways she still isn't.

What if Janet Daniels
contacted your wife

after she found
the birth certificate?

What are you implying?

My wife would never hurt anyone.

You just said she was
institutionalized for just that.

Yes, but that's different.

She... she just lost a baby.

What if your wife thought
Janet was lying?

Just like Rebecca was.

Did you tell your wife
about the DNA results?

Of course I did, but...

But what?

I don't think she believed me.

Mr. Bradley, where is
your wife right now?

Oh, this is ridiculous.

Mrs. Bradley.

Uh... please come in.

Can I offer you
something to drink?

Um... coffee, or tea?

Um... tea would
be lovely.

I'll just get the kettle going.

Uh, please, have a seat.

Thank you.

You've reached Sonya Daniels,

please leave a message
after the beep.

Sonya, it's me, Brandon,
call me as soon as possible,

I think we've been looking
at the wrong Bradley.

I'll tell you when I see you.

Just... stay in
your house, alright?

Do not leave your house!

So I guess Don told you
about the DNA results?

Yes.

That's why I'm here.

Well, I'm glad you came,
I-I wasn't sure...

It's just so hard
to know what's true.

There's something
you need to know.

It's just... very...

Complicated.

Would you excuse me a minute?

Come on, Hector,
pick up, pick up!

Mrs. Bradley?

9-1-1...

Yeah, officer down,
I need backup!

Hang in there, buddy,
I got help on the way.

Sonya!

Why are you doing this?

Looks like it's all been
a little too much for my wife.

Isn't that right, Olivia?

It's you.

I need you to put out an
APB on Olivia Bradley's car.

I have reason to believe
she's abducted Sonia Daniels.

I don't understand...
why would you do this?

Everything was fine
until your mother

found that birth certificate.

Why'd you have to leave it
in the diaper bag?

And why'd Rebecca
have to be so stupid?

As to hand the bag over to the
attorney along with the baby.

You hired Buddy Reed
to kill my mother?

After she found
the birth certificate,

I called the attorney
she'd adopted you from.

He called me in a panic.

I couldn't have your mother
going to the police.

Ruining everything I'd
worked for all these years?

What kind of sick
person are you?

You arranged to have
your daughter stolen?

That's just the point.

You are not my daughter.

Did you really think all
these years that I didn't know?

My wife thought that I
married her for her money.

So she had an affair with
her childhood sweetheart.

The man from the
photograph in your house?

She got pregnant.

She was gonna leave me.

I couldn't let her take
everything away from me.

So Mark had to have a...

Little accident.

Mark?

You killed Mark?

I paid Rebecca Gold to
take you from church,

and sell you to the
adoption attorney.

But you told me the DNA
results were negative,

that... she wasn't my daughter.

I told you what
you wanted to hear,

but she was a liar,
just like all the others.

Did you actually think I'd let
you keep that bastard's baby?

Don't you hurt her!

Let me go.

Afraid I can't do that.

Not when I'm about to
take the company public.

Its such a shame what's happened
to poor Olivia Bradley.

Everyone will believe that
she was driven to madness

by all these imposters, and ends
up killing her daughter,

and then herself.

If only you could've just
left things alone.

No!

Freeze!

Drop the gun!

Don't shoot.

It was him.

It was Don.

I'm so sorry.

So sorry.

I'm really glad
you decided to stay

and keep your mama's house,
she'd be so proud.

And they let you
transfer your residency.

Yeah, um, well, there's some
extenuating circumstances.

Sonya's got some company.

Come on, I made a new batch
of my famous chicken

just last night.

Those are the magic words.

Now, do you want biscuits...

Oh, I didn't think
you'd be back so soon.

Yeah, I got back last night.

So, how did it go
with your mother?

It was good, we agreed to
take things one day at a time.

So how's Olivia,
have you seen her?

Yeah, she's getting stronger
everyday now that she's

not on the pills Don
convinced her she needed.

And Grayson?

It's tough for him, but I think
he's coming around.

I guess God gave us both
a second chance, huh?

Looks like he really did.

And speaking of second chances,
I had a question for you.

What's that?

Now that this is all over,
um, do you think we could...

try that kiss again?

Thank you for taking such
good care of our little girl.