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Well, some couple has a
teenager-sized appetite

this morning.
Oh, I gotta get that.

All right. I'm sorry we can't
spend the day together,

but Angie's got me going to some
Mystery Writers Conference.

I totally forgot
about Angie's obsession!

In high school,
she was so into Sherlock Holmes,

she organized
this murder mystery party.

Ended up exposing the English
teacher's kleptomaniacal tendencies.

Oh, classic Angie.

Classic why?
Mrs. Browlings, remember?

The case of the missing
cassette player with your
Lauryn Hill tape inside.

Talk about "Killing Me Softly."
If you guys break into song, I walk.

Oh, don't worry. There's no time.

The annual Mystery Writers
Association Conference
starts in half an hour.

Tell me again why I'm going
- to this thing?
- Arm candy?

No, to help sleuth out
who invited me.

And take a video of me kicking their
ass if they're a stalker.

Yeah, I'm gonna go
with arm candy.

I have the entire weekend scheduled
to maximize time and fun.

First, cocktail reception.
Drink drink, mingle mingle.

Cozy up to the host, my favourite
writer, Ms. Deedee Friars.

Then, a very interesting panel
on modern trends in investigating.

OK. Just promise me
you'll stay safe?

Dad, will you tell her?

Our job's not dangerous.
It's not dangerous.

Well...
Thanks, Dad. Super helpful.

And I thought dealing
with teenagers was tough.

Oh, speaking of.
Oh, wait, wait!

I have something for you.

Here you go.

Um...

You've met me, right, Don?

Purple asters! These are
great pollinating flowers.

Bingo! Jules and I
are giving them out all day.

You're saving the parkette and
making the neighbourhood beautiful.

Jada. You get me.

Give me.

I will plant yours at the school.
Who don't you get?

I got it.
Thanks.

What's with the giant bag?
What are you talking about?

It's a perfectly normal-sized purse.

Hello. I'm Timothy Burns.

Mr. Burns. Here we are. Enjoy.

Thank you.

- Welcome.
- Thank you.
Angie Everett. Matt Shade.

Ah.

Your roles for the afternoon's
murder mystery.

Thank you, sir.

Ooh! I'm playing
"Tippy Westwood Wagner,

a wealthy socialite."
I like where this is going.

"Recently married to Roland Wagner,
the mischievous playboy."

Sounds like the kind of guy
who'll sweep you off your feet.

Would you like the sweeping
to commence now or later?

You're my mischievous playboy?
I always hoped I'd marry well.

Thanks.

You know...

..my dad gave me my first
mystery novel when I was 15.

"Murder on the Orient Express."

I've been reading them ever since.

That's Tiffany May!
She writes Victorian thrillers.

Well, she wrote one Victorian
thriller. We're still waiting
for the next one.

Maybe she invited you
to this shindig.

Shade, you're supposed
to be helpful.

You know, you're right.
It's probably someone who knows you,

and knows your love of mystery
- novels.
- Well, obviously!

Perhaps a former... client,
a colleague, a jilted lover,

or perhaps... all three.

Roland, you're rambling, dear.

Well, hey.

Tex.

What are you doing here?
Surprising you.

I hate surprises.
I know that,

but this one comes
with mystery writers, so-

I see you brought Shade.

Ah. No offence taken.

Good to see you man.
Yeah, you too.

Don't take this the wrong way,
but, uh, why are you here?

I've consulted on a few mystery
novels in the last year or so.

One of the authors I work with
asked me to speak on a panel.

Knowing how much
Angie loves mysteries...

You had them invite me.
Well, it's not a big deal.

No, it's a huge deal.

Actually, I mean...
especially after...

I went home to Seattle,
and you never called me back?

Oh, so we're not gonna
tastefully ignore that elephant.

No. No, where's the fun in that?

Who could use something a little
stronger? I know I could.

♪ I see you and you see me

♪ Watch you blowin' the lines
when you're makin' a scene

♪ Oh boy, you've got to know

♪ What my head overlooks

♪ The senses will show to my heart

♪ When it's watching for lies
'cause you can't escape my

♪ Private Eyes. They're watching you

♪ Private Eyes

♪ They're watching you,
watching you, watching you ♪

Oh. You have to meet him.

Oh. Introduce me?
Yeah, I will.

Oh! There's Tex, my
favourite consultant.

Deedee Friars.
Hi.

I'm... so... and I can't...

Deedee, let me introduce you
to Angie Everett.

She is a brilliant
private investigator.

- Oh.
- Sometimes, I can
even form sentences.

This is Eve Harridan.
Her debut young adult novel

isn't on the shelves
for another two weeks,

and she's already got a movie deal
and a North American tour.

It's going to be a bona fide hit.

Congratulations.
Thank you.

I'm reading a chapter of my book in
front of a room of everyone who's
ever inspired me.

Not stressful at all.

If I don't throw up,
it'll be a raging success.

I always try to sit in the back.
Excuse me.

Deedee?
Mmhm?

Do you mind signing
- something for me?
- Absolutely.

Aw, this is one of my faves.

Heh. Maybe... more than one?
Oh, sure.

I can do a couple, yeah. Oh, three.

Four.

It's like the never-ending...
book bag.

This is like a box set.
You've got all of them.

Hey, guys. What's going on?

Oh, I just got, like,
five books signed.

That's Percy Voss.

That name sounds familiar.

He wrote
The Constitutional Crisis,

Washington Warrior, Delta Protocol.

Oh, Delta Protocol.
I loved that movie.

Delta Protocol 2, not so much.
Oh, I couldn't agree more!

3 and 4 are killer, though, right?
3 and 4 were unbelievable!

I'll have you know, fanboys,

that all of those movies are based
on Percy's novels, and that...

that is his wife, Helen Voss,
the true crime writer of our time.

She's the one that helped put
away that seriel killer. Who was is?

The Seattle Strangler.
Trial was 6 months ago.

He's not the first killer
she's helped put behind bars.

Writing is a... tactile experience,
the weight of the typewriter,

the bounce of the keys,
the swoosh of the slide.

It's how my characters
speak through me.

Although, if I had my wife's talent,

I'd only need a scrap of paper.
Honey, you're embarrassing me.

Now, as for the plot,
I like to write... Oh, please.

So pretentious.
He's a genius.

Excuse me, Angie?
I'm not taking photos.

Eve, is everything OK?

If you really are a brilliant
private investigator,

I think I need your help.

I came into my room and found this.

"Your rise is over. There's only
room for one at the top."

Wow. Talk about a cliff hanger.

Can you think of anyone that would
want to threaten you in such a...

unique way?

Only one? Everyone here hates me.

- Everyone?
- I know it sounds dramatic,
but it's true.

My book is getting a lot of buzz.

I mean, a movie deal is
like the holy grail for authors.

Nobody here thinks I deserve it.
And why the axe?

My book is about a woman who solves
mysteries in a dystopian world.

Her primary weapon is an axe.
So this is a message

from someone who read it, but...
Deedee said it wasn't out yet.

The only eyes on it have been
industry insiders.

Are any of them here?
I sent it to Helen Voss.

But she writes true crime, not YA.
I was her assistant for three years.

I was hoping she'd write
a blurb for the back cover.

And?
She wouldn't do it.

I was mortified. I should've known.

- And why is that?
- Well, she blew her
lid when I quit working for her.

She called me
selfish and ungrateful.

Sounds like someone has
an axe to grind.

I promise you, we'll get
to the bottom of this.

I'm gonna call Zoe.
All right.

Meet you at the bar?
Sure.

OK.

Angie! Heh. It's Saturday.
You gave me the day off.

I just came to grab
that bag of chips you never eat.

Lucky me.
I'm practically out the door.

Oh, come on, Zoe. We need your help.

You can have Monday and Tuesday off.

And... lunch is on me.

What do you need?

Whisky neat.

Thanks.

I'll take one of those.

So why does Angie have
her work face on?

That's a funny story.
We've been here all of, what,

45 minutes,
and already we have a case.

How is that funny?
Well, you'd think they'd hire you,

seeing as they've known you
longer than an hour.

I mean, it's not ha-ha funny,
but... it does make me chuckle.

They're probably
trying to give me a break,

since they're constantly
calling me to consult.

I can't tell you how many
bestsellers I've worked on.

Four.

So you really came
all this way just to network?

You sure it doesn't have something
to do with a mystery-obsessed PI?

How are Don and Jules?

Helen's over there.
We need to talk to her.

If she's pissed at Eve for quitting,

maybe she wants to rattle
her before her reading.

Plus, she's one of only a few
people who know about the axe.

Yeah. Sorry, Tex.
Duty calls. Catch you later?

So... Tex.
What?

I know, it's none of my business.
No, there is no business.

Oh, I don't know
if Tex sees it the same way.

You weren't gone five minutes
before he was asking about you.

He's an investigator.

He's interested in the cases
of... you know, investigators.

Why? What'd he say?

Oh, there she is. Follow my lead.

Apparently... Eve Harridan's
novel isn't just a smart,

edgy Hunger Games. It's a modern
treatise on how...

Gen Z's contribution
to future society will outweigh

any other generation.
Heh.

Sorry. I don't mean to eavesdrop.
Little advice?

Take all press releases
with a grain of salt.

That doesn't sound good.
I've read the book.

It's feminist dystopian drivel.
Wow, that's a harsh review.

Honesty isn't cruel.

Something that's hard to teach
young grasshoppers whose skin

is as thin as their talent.

- She worked for you?
- Heh. You give an
up-and-comer a break,

and they treat your office
and your resources like their own.

You're gonna do that, at least come
up with an original idea.

Yeah. Millennials.

I just hope she doesn't go
the way of Stephanie May.

- And what way is that?
- It's been four
years since her first novel,

and still no follow-up.
Oh. Some case of writer's block.

That's the problem
with these young pups.

They write one book
and think they're Truman Capote.

Now, her publisher's focused on Eve,

while Stephanie gets shoved
out the door.

Metaphorically speaking.
They're dropping her?

They're demanding she return the
advance she got after her
first book...

which she spent on a house while the
ink on the cheque was still wet.

- Rookie mistake.
- Rumour has it she
can't pay off the mortgage

or the advance.

But you didn't hear that from me.

So maybe, jealous and desperate,

Stephanie puts the note in Eve's
room to try to mess up her reading.

And then, if it goes badly, Eve's
not their publisher's golden child.

And there she is. You got this?
Yeah, piece of cake.

Stephanie May!
- Oh!
- I am your biggest fan.

Seriously, I've read
Steampunks Loose six times.

Angie, you're embarrassing
yourself. If you do this

at Eve Harridan's reading-
Oh, I won't. She's no Stephanie May.

Gosh, that's kind of you, but I've
heard good things about Eve's book.

Her publisher's certainly
laying out the red carpet.

She can't be good enough
for all this fanfare.

I've met her, she seems lovely.

Whatever. Please, just tell me
you're working on your second book.

Well, your wait is almost over.

I am just putting the finishing
touches on my latest endeavour.

I'll be announcing it
at the closing party.

Is it another Victorian murder?

It is the second in the
Steampunk Series.

Our heroine, Chastity Prescott,
investigates a series

of supernatural murders
in Victoria-era London.

That sounds super exciting!

Maybe people will
finally shut up about...

Sorry.

I see you've heard the rumours
about my advance. That's... it's OK.

As John Irving wrote,

"Rumours aren't interested
in the unsensational story.

Rumours don't care what's true."

Eve.

Please, tell me you found something.

Well, we spoke to Stephanie May.
She's written her follow-up novel,

and only had nice things to say
- about you.
- And we talked to Helen.

I wouldn't ask her for any favours,
but she doesn't seem like a threat.

Any chance this is hazing? You know,
from the old guard to the new?

I don't know. Like, I guess?

The, uh, panel's about to start.

We'll keep an eye on you,
make sure nothing happens.

Now, Tex, we have
a quote of yours here that says

your number one piece of advice
is to make notes.

I wanna watch this.
I'm gonna take a seat.

I think we're gonna need
to hear that story.

Well, the case rested on a
license plate, and I was young.

I thought I'd remember it.
Mmhm.

But it took an extra week
to find the guy

because I didn't write it down.
Oh.

Lesson being, always take notes.

That was rude.

Yeah, but not criminal.
I'll keep eyes on Eve.

You wanna do a lap?
Sure.

You mean one of the mistakes
that I made, or... OK.

Um, a big one for me
would be listening,

and not just hearing the words
that people are saying,

but listening for the words
they might not be saying.

Did you hear Topher got a new agent?

Like that will help him.

Well, speaking
as a world-renowned expert

who doesn't make mistakes...
OK.

...I'd say the biggest blunder
is not checking for prints

on everything.

Apparently, Eve Harridan's
movie deal is seven figures,

and the book hasn't
even come out yet.

It's pure luck. I mean,
how good can it be?

I guess we'll find out
at her reading.

-...forensic expert.
- You'd think so,
Deedee, but I've seen experts

completely ignore
high-contact area for fingerprints.

People touch a lot more than they
think they do, even criminals.

It would be criminal...
Well... unless cattiness is a crime,

I got nothing.
...favourite, most exciting,

most memorable case has been?
And don't spare us any dirt.

I want every little detail.

I wish I could regale you
with some high drama,

but, uh, the majority of cases
that PIs get are

tax fraud and infidelity.
Well, maybe for him.

Oh, look at Shade throwing shade.

I'm gonna corner you, and you have
to give me some juicy details-

I've got some juicy bits!

But, you know what,
we don't have any time, so sadly.

Thank you so much, both of you,
for being here,

and for giving us something
to incorporate into our work.

Yes.

And now, it's time
for the murder mystery game.

You may now open up your envelopes
that you received when you arrived.

In there, you'll find your
character, storyline and clues.

And now, we'll find out if
you're as good at being detectives,

as you are at writing them.

In the next 30 minutes,
one of you will die.

Who will it be?!

And who will solve the case?
OK. Enjoy yourselves.

Where's the butler?

I must discuss
my missing pearls with him!

I need a drink.

Ah, Mrs. Westwood Wagner,

my lovely wife,
can I get you a drink?

Please do.

I need to speak with you. Privately.

We've been dancing around this
for far too long.

It's time we're finally honest
with ourselves, and him.

Honest about what?
Us.

It's finally time
he knows the truth.

I don't even think I know the truth-
I know I'm not anything

but a poor stable boy, Tippy,

but those nights we spent together
were the best nights of my life.

You're in character.
Yeah. What did... what did you...

No, no, no. Never mind.

Honey, you've got to keep your eye
on this man,

or someone's gonna steal him.

Ah, nothing could come between
me and my lovely wife, Tippy.

Oh, Roland, darling,
I hate to break it to you,

but I'm having an affair
with the poor stable boy.

Ooh, a love triangle!
How delicious!

And here I am,
just a common harlot.

What? So soon?

God, I... I didn't even get
to drunkenly accuse anyone yet.

I'm supposed to be the first victim.

Helen's always stealing
my spotlight.

She probably just fainted.

She's really dead.

Looks like poison.

I think Helen Voss was murdered.

OK. Can you bag that
and take that to the lab?

So... the writer...

in the ballroom with the poison.

Just like the game.

You're right, that's inappropriate.

But I do think you're right
about the poison.

We won't know what kind
until the coroner examines her.

I can tell you right now.
See the bleeding along the gums?

That's a classic sign
of rodenticide. Rat poison.

Sir, step away from the body.
How'd you get in here?

I'm Timothy Burns, forensic expert.

OK.

Oh, no! Put that phone away, sir.

This is the first time I've
been around the murder part.

Helen was a true crime writer.
She'd understand.

Well, you may have
just compromised this investigation,

and contaminated the body, so.

I'm available for hire.
Oh.

MY GOD! HELEN!

I've written a thousand deaths...

but I've never truly understood
the meaning of the word loss.

I'm very sorry for your loss, sir.

Where were you
at the time of the murder?

Uh, I, uh...

..I was in my suite,
doing an interview.

Can you think of anyone
who wanted to kill your wife?

Well... when Helen
was writing a book,

she talked to killers,
criminals, witnesses.

But I can't think
of any recent threats.

How could this have happened?
How is she just...

Oh, actually, sir, you can't
touch that. That's evidence.

She bought it after
her first book was published.

We'll get is back to you
as soon as we can.

Wait. Where have they taken her?

HELEN? HELEN!

HELEN!

So I have to get statements
from all the writers,

I've told them they can't leave
the premises because, technically,

they are all suspects,
which seemed to excite them,

so... that's strange.

I saw Tex was in there.
He's back in town? That's fun!

Or not. Um...

OK. Well, I'm gonna need statements
from both of you, so stick around.

Maybe that note was meant for Helen,
and just ended up in the wrong room.

No. That axe was definitely
- meant for Eve.
- Yeah.

- Danica needs us on this case.
- Well,
she did tell us to stick around.

I'm gonna talk to the waiter that
was handing out champagne glasses.

Maybe he knows something.
OK.

So, nothing
out of the ordinary?

No new faces?
No. Nothing, man.

Nothing.

Hey!

Are you trying
to horn in on our case?

You're five minutes behind me.

Hey, guys, do I need to stay here?
Yes.

Look, given the high-profile
nature of the case,

I figured it required someone
with a background in policing.

Oh, not that having a background in
wrap-around goals isn't useful.

Are you really trying to steal
a murder case from Angie?

I don't know if it's
technically Angie's case.

I look forward to watching you
tell her that.

Good point. Work together?
Sure, what the hell.

All right, kid,
let's start with your name.

David. David Marks.
So, David,

Helen Voss took a drink
from a glass you served her,

right before she collapsed.
A poisoned glass.

Look, I don't take
drink orders, man.

She picked a random glass
off my tray.

I don't even pour them.
Who does?

I don't know. I pick a tray
of drinks from the bar, circulate,

bring the empty tray back.
- You sure about that, David?
- Yeah.

'Cause we don't like being
lied to. Right, Tex?

No, we do not, Shade.
Look, guys, I'm not lying.

The tray was sitting there
10 minutes before I got it.

As far as I know,
anyone could've poisoned it.

Having been to a lot
of these events,

I know that waiters
hear and see things.

Yeah. People think we're
not listening, but we are.

Did you hear or see anything
that we need to know about?

About that dead woman?

Uh, she was talking
to this weird forensics guy.

Timothy. What were they
talking about?

I don't know, but I could tell it
was a close conversation,

if you know what I mean.

I know that waiter from somewhere.

Dee Dee told me the Voss' have
a jealous housekeeper.

- I've got Zoe looking into it.
- We
didn't get much out of the waiter.

We? Tex, you're not trying
to steal my murder case?

Shade wasn't sure
he could handle the witness,

- so he asked for my help.
- What?! I
took pity on you and let you help!

OK, boys! Focus.

Right. This David Marks guy,

he says he saw Helen and Timothy in
a quote-unquote close conversation.

I saw them talking too.
It looked tense.

- Lovers' quarrel?
- If Helen and
Timothy were having an affair,

maybe... Timothy got jealous
when he saw Percy talking
about how great Helen is,

- and how much he loves her?
- So, in a
jealous rage, he poisons her.

That would explain why he was
so eager to get to her body.

To cover up the evidence,
which he'd know how to do.

He also could've written that note
to cover his tracks.

I got this one.

Coming?

Ouch.

An affair? That's absurd.

A witness saw you two engaged in a
pretty intimate conversation.

I'm told I stand
- too close to people.
- You do.

I saw the same conversation,
and it did seem impassioned.

Not in that way.

Care to enlighten us?

I've been Helen's
forensic consultant for years.

After all, I am a world-renowned-
Forensics expert.
- Yeah.

People think she does
all the work on her own,
but that's entirely false.

I examine the forensics.
I explain the science,

without which no case of hers
would ever be solved.

- Then why the argument?
- After the
Seattle Strangler went to prison,

because of my work, I pitched a book
about the crime's forensics,

which Helen knew I was doing, and
then added a chapter to her book.

The forensics
of the Seattle Strangler case.

Yes! And the worst part is...

she didn't include me in
the acknowledgements!

No thank you, nothing!
- That's cold.
- That's Helen.

- So you had motive.
- I was upset,
but not enough to kill her.

Especially in such
a pedestrian way. No.

What you saw was me quitting.

She would never have been able
to investigate or write
anything without me.

So, if anything,
she had reason to kill you,

not the other way around.

As we say in the forensics world,
that is accurate.

Could we see the photos
you took of the body?

Hmm.

Well...

Yes.

What's that
on her index finger?

Looks like the same irritation
as around her mouth.

Rat poison!

Why in the shape of a tiny
triangle? What could've caused that?

And how did it get on her finger?

If we can figure out what caused
the pattern on Helen's finger,

it'll point to the actual method
of poisoning and, hopefully,
who did it.

Hey, Jada.
Matt.

I'm so glad you picked up.
Are you all right?

- Yeah, I'm fine. Why?
- Well, the
murder is all over the news.

The murder's all over the TV.

No, we're fine.
Nothing to worry about.

Actually, we're helping out.
'Well, I should let you go.'

Stay safe.'Yeah, all right.
I'll see you later.'

Hey, Zoe. What do you got?

A week ago,
Helen filed a lawsuit against Eve.

Turns out Eve wrote her book
while working for Helen.

So Helen's arguing that Eve's book
actually belongs to her company?

Exactly.

'If Eve lost the lawsuit,
she'd lose the rights to her book,'

along with her movie deal,
fame and the money. Damn.

'What?'

Looks like our client
might've killed Helen.

You could let me use
that thing every once in a while.

Oh, like last time, when you got
frustrated and broke the doorknob?

I got us in the room, didn't I?

Just see if there's anything here
that points to Eve.

You know,
there's no way Eve did this.

She's young. She's got
her whole life ahead of her.

Aw, Matt Shade,
swayed by a pretty face.

Oh, please.
I never listen to you, do I?

Hey...

Check it out.

What are you doing in here?

Why are you looking
at me like that?

Because we found this...

and that makes you
our number one suspect.

Tell me the truth.

You wrote that yourself.
No! Why would I do that?

To throw everybody off.

I mean, you knew Helen didn't like
your book.

She was your mentor.

She never respected you.

And now, she was going to sue you,

and ruin your life.

Yes.

So you killed her!

Is Danica being good cop and bad
- cop?
- It would appear that way.

She was revered,
but she wasn't well liked.

Seriously, it could
have been anyone.

Did we misread her? The evidence
against Eve is pretty damning.

She could've written the note
- to throw us off.
- We tested the
poison in Helen's system,

and it matches the rat poison
that we found in your room.

I don't know how it got there.

OK.
I shouldn't have hired those guys.

Hey!
We did get her arrested.

Fair. OK.
We'll keep her as a client,

but if we find out that she did it-
I'll tell Danica myself.

What's interesting is that we tested
Helen's glass,

and we found no trace of rat poison.

So where did it come from, Eve?
I don't know!

Based on the photo
of Helen's finger,

it's obvious that whatever poisoned
her was something she touched.

Just because you found
the rat poison,

that does not give
you access to everything.

I'm the detective here.

And this... is a courtesy.

And so appreciated.
Just be quick.

This is her purse
and all of its contents.

OK. We got the purse...

..and cell phone, some keys.

Breath freshener, Sharpie-
This is it.

Breath freshener.

The top of the spray bottle
has an indentation of a triangle.

OK. The poison came from this.

I'm gonna take this to be tested.

This does not exonerate your client.

Eve was Helen's assistant.
She would've known...

how frequently she used
the breath spray,

and you both found
the rat poison in Eve's room.

So, Eve is going to remain
our primary suspect.

Just... OK? I'm just letting you
know that.

How'd it go
with the housekeeper, Zoe?

'She's visiting her family
in Guam.'Oh. Hold on.

Hey, Tex. I'm with Shade. I'm
just patching you in with Zoe.

Ooh! Sexy Texy's back in town.

Hey, Zoe. Uh... I can hear you.
Ahem. Hey, Tex!

'I thought that waiter,
David Marks, looked familiar,'

so I put in a call to a contact who
worked the Seattle Strangler,
aka Peter Tamper, case,

and guess who has
a son named David Tamper?

I'm gonna send you
a photo right now.

I've seen this photo.
It was everywhere.

That's his son in the house.
'He's 18 here, but...

look familiar?'
That's the waiter, David!

OK. You guys go talk to him again.
I'm gonna stay here with Eve.

We got her into this mess.
Let's get her out.

David Marks?
Or should we say David Tamper?

I guess I should've told you.
Why didn't you tell us, David?

My father's a murderer. I don't like
to advertise we're related.

And yet, you had no problem getting
your revenge on the woman
who put your dad behind bars.

- What? No.
- You expect us to believe
it's a coincidence you work here?

No. I mean, yeah.
Which is it David?!

Look, I just wanted
to talk to Helen.

I knew she was writing a book
about my dad and his case.

My father...

he deserves everything he gets.

But me and my mom...

we had nothing to do with it.

Matter of fact, we had
no idea what was going on.

And I want the world to know that.

You wanted Helen to tell
- your side of the story?
- Yeah.

She gave me her cell phone number.

We were gonna set up an interview
time. That's the card.

Why would I kill the only person who
would give me and my mum a voice?

Turns out David's
a victim himself, not a killer.

There's no evidence
connecting him to the murder.

You could've saved yourselves a lot
of time if you'd listened to me,
the actual detective.

Ah, technically,
we're all detectives here.

So if the murderer isn't
the serial killer's son,

or the forensics expert, or the
young ingénue then... who is it?

You know, all Percy had to do

was switch Helen's
breath spray with the poison.

'From there, she unknowingly
poisoned herself.'

So even if Percy had an alibi,
he wouldn't have to be with her
to kill her.

Eve said that Percy and Helen
weren't as in love as they seemed.

Apparently, they kept up appearances
because their love story sold books.

Percy could've switched her real
breath freshener

with the poison one any time.

That's why he wanted the purse.
To keep it out of evidence.

Plus, he had every opportunity
to plant the poison and the note
in Eve's room.

Sounds like we need
to pay Percy a visit.

Your call, Detective Powers.

I like him.

I do too.

Mr. Voss?

We need to speak
with you about your wife.

You wanna do this the hard way?
Fine.

You need to come with me
to the station for a long talk.

I don't think he's
going to the police station.

Percy Voss is dead.

Look at his lips. It's the same
irritation that Helen had.

He must've ingested
the same rat poison.

It was probably in his drink.

Well, at least
we know that Eve is innocent.

She was in custody
when Percy was killed.

Guy's got good taste in cigars.
That's a Flor di Bianco.

I love a nice Cuban.

My dad loved cigars, but he could
only afford Majesty Winholms.

I smoked a cigar once.
It was great...

for one puff.

Then... then, I puked.

Well, this cigar is barely smoked.

Hey...

"I killed her. May God forgive me
in this life or the next."

Maybe Percy wasn't murdered.

He committed suicide.

Ange? You can step away from
the board now. The case is closed.

Percy killed Helen,
then killed himself.

I don't know. It seems too easy.

Shade's right.
Something's not adding up.

When Danica questioned Eve earlier,

she said Percy thought of himself
as the ultimate alpha male.

He could never admit he was wrong.
So he's an egomaniac.

What kind of egomaniac kills their
wife, regrets it 12 hours later,

and then kills themselves?
Right? The pieces don't add up.

Ah. I'm late to meet Jada.
Pick this up tomorrow?

Yeah, that's a good idea-

All right. See you guys.

Well... should we finish it?

We don't wanna be wasteful.

It's been nice having you
around again... on the case.

Keeps Shade on his toes.
Well, it's nice being back.

The old gang's back together again.

You, me... that other guy.

Yeah. I don't really
wanna talk about Shade.

Neither do I.

You know, it's getting pretty late.
Very late.

I'm feeling pretty tired.
Me too.

Luckily, I have the best
discount mattress money can buy.

Tell me more about this mattress.

Well, they gave me 50% off, and they
threw in two pillowcases for free.

Wow. Now that I gotta see.

It's really the only way
to appreciate it.

Hey. I'm sorry I'm late.

Apparently, we have
- the house to ourselves.
- Ah!

And someone had flowers
waiting for me.

Ah, they were supposed to be those
purple astral things.

They're perfect, and the fact
that you even tried...

it's very romantic.
House to ourselves, huh?

A lot of empty rooms.
What are we doing down here?

Hello?
The Flor di Bianco

It's 7 a.m., Shade.

It's a $750 cigar.

OK, and it'll still be 750
at 9 a.m., right?

Why would someone light a $750 cigar

to only take one puff
and let it burn out?

Well, you wouldn't.
Especially if it was your last one.

Exactly! Percy wasn't planning
on killing himself.

- He was murdered.
- And whoever
murdered him faked his suicide note.

Well, probably the same person
that killed Helen, but...

who would wanna kill
both Helen and Percy Voss?

I don't know. But...
Scotch and an expensive cigar,

doesn't that sound
like a celebration to you?

Shade, you're a genius.

So, you wanna tell Tex or should I?
No, uh, no, I, uh, I got it.

Um, so Percy was superstitious.

'How much do you wanna bet he
had a ritual every time he finished
a manuscript?'

Pour a glass of whisky,
spark up a cigar.

A new Percy novel, a dead Percy.

I don't think that's a coincidence.

Neither do I.

Hey, Danica.
Thanks for getting us in.

Eve didn't happen to mention where
the manuscript might be?

Really? Check the freezer.

The freezer?
It's where Eve said to look.

Here it is.

"Chesterfield Journals
by Percy Voss."

We got it. Thanks, Danica.

We should've known.
Why?

Because he only writes
on a typewriter.

There wouldn't be a digital copy.

Explains why he hides it,
but why the freezer?

Eve told Danica he did it
after his first bestseller,
and he's done it ever since.

Apparently, the only people
that know that are Eve and Helen.

So, someone killed Percy, searched
the suite for the manuscript,

couldn't find it.
The one thing I don't get

is what does any of this
have to do with Helen?

This is weird.

This novel takes place
in the Victorian era.

Isn't that Stephanie May's genre?

It is. Maybe...
Percy was branching out?

Or edging into
Stephanie's territory.

Maybe she felt threatened.
Yo, I think I have something here.

By the time this airs,
the book will be released.

'The Chesterfield Journals'
follows Detective Rip Chesterfield

as he investigates
a supernatural murder

in Victorian-era Chicago.

That's what Stephanie said her next
'Steampunk' novel was about.

Is it possible they had
the same idea?

Percy could've stolen her book.
He's written countless bestsellers.

She's written one. There's no reason
to steal her book.

On the other hand... Stephanie May
desperately needs a hit.

Otherwise, she'll lose her house,
her career, everything.

Percy could've written this book
for Stephanie.

It would explain why it takes place
in Victorian times.

Yeah, but Percy doesn't seem
like the kind of guy

who would write a book
to help out a friend.

They're not friends. Percy and
Stephanie barely know each other.

They live in different cities.
They have different fan bases.

They run in different circles.

So nothing connects these two.
Other than they're both writers

who show up at the same conference
every year.

They're basically strangers.
Strangers at a conference.

Oh, do you have it?
It was in Percy's suite.

Oh! Thank you so much. I...
must've left it in all the chaos.

Percy took it to keep it safe,
I'm sure.

You know, this weekend, we've been
inspired to write our own novel.

Could we pitch it to you?
It's about a young writer.

Let's call her... Stephanie,
just for fun.

She wrote a good book
and was given a small fortune

to write another one,
but she couldn't deliver.

So her publishers demanded
the money back.

Meanwhile, a very successful writer,
let's call him... Percy,

hated his wife and wanted her dead.

So the two writers
cooked up this scheme.

Does this sound familiar?

Heh. No.
He ghostwrote your book for you.

That's ridiculous. What?
Why would he do that?

Because you were willing
to kill his wife.

Classic 'Strangers on the
Train' agreement.

No one would suspect you. You've got
no connection to Helen, and...

Percy seemed to adore his wife.
But, like any good mystery writer,

you added a red herring.

You planted the rat poison
in Eve's room to try to frame her.

Except you miscalculated
your partner.

Percy realized
he ghostwrote a bestseller.

And he refused
to give it to you...

which must have been a bummer,
since you already killed his wife.

The only option you had left
was to kill Percy,

and try to make it look
like a suicide.

And then, take his manuscript
- as your own.
- This is crazy!

The only problem was you couldn't
- find it.
- Until now.

That manuscript is mine,
and you can't prove otherwise.

No?

"Rip had arrived
at the moment of truth.

In front of the townspeople,

he revealed who the murderous
vampire was. It was..."

Ooh! Who was the murderous vampire?
I mean, if we're wrong,

and you did write this,
you'll know who the killer is.

I don't have to answer
your questions.

Actually... you do.
Who's the killer?

You don't know the answer
'cause you didn't write it.

You poisoned Percy's drink.
Then, you typed a fake suicide note.

Next time you wanna make it
look like a suicide,

don't wipe the victim's prints from
his typewriter and his scotch glass.

It's a dead giveaway.

On the plus side,
you're gonna have plenty of time

to write that second novel...

..in jail.

Folks, when I get
finished writing this,

you're gonna be major players
in a true crime book.

I see book tours, movie rights.

I'm just trying to figure out which
Hemsworth brother's gonna play me.

Excuse me.

Ah, to Timothy.
And to us. Job well done.

Except for the whole getting you
arrested bit. Sorry about that.

Mm. Everything is inspiration to
writers. Oh! Speaking of...

I have an assistant now!
How cool is that?

Thank you! These are for you.

It's an advance copy of my book and
a small token of my appreciation.

"May your deaths
only ever be written."

Thank you.
No, thank you, for everything.

Hmm.

So where's Tex?
Oh! He's off getting me some food.

He knows I need to eat
every two hours.

He really gets you, doesn't he?
Maybe.

Oh! Before I forget... Ah.
I got you something.

Shade... my dad's favourite.

Don't save 'em for a special
occasion.

Answer it.
You sure?

Yeah. Don't be weird.
OK.

Well, we have...
a slider or a salad.

Who's the salad for?

So I'm on a flight
back to Seattle tomorrow,

unless...

Ah...

This has been great.
You are... so great.

You check all the boxes.

Yeah. I'm just...
still not the guy.

Well, you can't
blame me for trying.

Never.

One last dance
for old time's sake?

Absolutely.

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