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Watch out!

Hey, get out.
We have to go check.

Damn.

I think she's dead.

Dude, we got to do something.

No, totally, you're right.

No cap, we almost just died.

There's this car here on the side

of the road, there's money
everywhere.

I think this chick is dead.

Did you lock the door?

Yes.
Yes.

Okay.

Is it work?

Uh...

It's a guy I grew up with,
but it's probably,

like, his call from jail or something.
Wait,

did you need to get it?

Uh...

No.

You know, he would understand.

Yeah. Oh!
Yeah?

He sounds like a bad influence.

Oh, you go to cut people like
that out.

Maybe you should block him.

Oh, you got a lot of people you block?
Mm-hmm.

How many people you got on
that list?

What?

Okay.

All right.

It's work.
You can't block that.

Whatever it is, let's solve it fast.

Here she is.

Detective, you want to take
his statement?

So, uh, you two ride in together?

Carpooling's good for the planet,
boss. Carpooling.

That's what they're calling it
nowadays?

Mm-hmm.

You know, Catherine told me
that, uh, you two

had to pump the brakes on
that, uh, search?

For whoever killed her friend?

Yeah.

All right. Well,

while I've got you, I want you
to run this.

Our victim's name is Mindy Downs.

She was found dead in her car
by a group of teens.

They carpooled up here to
quote/unquote,

"drink in peace."

Any other witnesses?

That's the thing about a ghost town...
nobody's talking.

And the kids weren't involved?

No, I cleared them.
Neither set of tire tracks

matched their vehicle.

Two sets of tracks. Mm.

So that's why highway patrol
called us all the way up here.

That, and our kid driver said
that there was another car

fishtailing out of the scene
when they drove up,

almost hit them.

And there's a little case

of all this loose cash

just floating around. Yep.

Lots of it.

Well, whoever hit her left some
of their headlight behind.

And if she was rammed into the
telephone pole,

the back end would be totaled,

but it kind of looks like she ran
into it herself.

Maybe, maybe not.

You know how it is with collisions...

so much evidence,
so many possibilities. Mm.

Mindy's registration was in
her glove compartment.

She lives up the way.
Treasure Hill. Ooh.

Looks like the bag got tossed
in the accident. Whoa.

Somebody was on their way
out of town.

Or robbed a stagecoach.

Yeah, maybe we should ask
the barkeep at the saloon.

Jack.

Introduce us to Ms. Downs.

I've had all of three minutes
with her, but

her liver temp puts her time
of death at 2:00 a.m.

Contusions, abrasions,
broken nose.

She didn't buckle up for safety.

Well, the front end's not totaled.
She couldn't have

been going more than 25 miles an
hour. And the airbag's deployed.

I know. Her injuries don't seem
like they'd be fatal.

So how'd she die?

I don't think the blood

on her chest came from her nose.

Hey, Jack, can you pull Mindy
back for me, please?

Sure thing.

Oh, would you look at that.

Damn. That's an entry wound.

Road rage?

Doesn't look like it was motivated
by money.

They shot her and left it all
blowing around.

No traffic cams.
No witnesses.

Just ghosts.
You know,

killers always leave a trail, Joshua.

Just have to find it.

No soot, burns or stippling
around the wound.

Whoever shot Ms. Downs
wasn't in the car with her.

I mean, it couldn't have been
that close, right?

Can we see the slug?
Sonya's got to pull it at autopsy.

The last time I disturbed evidence

before it got to my sister's morgue,

she shaved off my eyebrows
in my sleep.

My little sister scares me, too.

I got ahold of the husband. Mm.

He's gonna come in for an ID.
Thinking we get a GSR test.

Catherine's back at the lab.
Ask her to run a kit.

Your antennae up?

I didn't love his vibe on the phone.
And, you know, Mm.

spouses are always worth a look.

Even if the smart money is
on road rage.

Wouldn't be the first time somebody

with a hair-trigger temper

had a trigger in their pocket, mm?

That why you don't carry?

Um, no.

I'm not quick to temper.

I just think that

a criminalist's best weapon
is her brain.

Hey, Al, how we doing?

So...

no bullet casings in the car,
no bullet casings

within a 30-foot radius outside
the car.

Maybe the killer knew well
enough to clean up their brass.

Only thing I know for sure

is tire tracks point to Mindy
driving south.

Maybe her killer intimidates
her from behind, clips her car.

She's distracted by his aggression,

doesn't see the pole.

But that wasn't enough for him.

Boom.

Except...

Mindy was shot before she hit the pole.

If she'd been shot

after the accident...

there'd be blood spatter on the
right side of the airbag,

but look.

There's no spatter, and just blots.
So...

She was shot before the crash.

Boy.

They hit a target moving fast.
We're looking

for a hell of a shooter.

I thought you just wanted us
to come and identify Mindy.

I appreciate your help, Mr. Downs.

I know this can't be easy.

This is just a standard test for
gunshot residue.

To rule you out.
Bighorn season's

just started. Uh,
I... I haven't even gone out yet,

so you're not gonna find anything
on me.

Mindy had a bag full of cash
and clothes

in the back seat of her car.

Was she going on a trip?

I don't know.

I don't know about the cash.
That's...

I'm not sure. I've been so busy

at my garage... I'm a mechanic...
and

Mindy's been lonely.

I think she was going her mom's.

She was going to Mom's again?

She didn't tell me that.

Is that out of the ordinary?

She usually tells me.

You were right.

Um, there's nothing here.

We'll be in touch.

Thank you.

Amy.

Call me if anything occurs to you.

Thanks.

...22 long rifle stinger.
Hollow point.

Not my first.
We see those a lot.

Fits both pistols and rifles.

The wound cavity is more compact
than expected for a .22.

Something must have

slowed the bullet down,
maybe ricocheted off a bone.

I want a radiograph to be sure.
But first,

let me get your angle measurements.

I'll need an extra hand with that...

Trajectory rod?

Hm.

I know Dr. Ramirez did not like you.

I think maybe he was wrong.

Thank you. I guess.

Thirty-six.

Forty-two.

Forty-four.

Okay.

Hey, what you got?

Our shooter was a little behind
and to the right of Mindy,

shooting downward.
About 42 degrees.

That's a really steep angle.
Maybe the shot

came from inside
a lifted pickup truck?

But a pickup truck that large

would have crushed her car
when they hit it, right?

My next guess was a monster truck.
This...

Sunday! Sunday! Sunday!

Come on, you've never heard
of demolition derby?

Mm-hmm, no.

Okay, well, you know.

Um, found the bullet, and...

Hold on.

Almost missed this.

There's something on this.

Yeah. Something green.

It's like the bullet passed through something

before hitting Mindy.

Or maybe they coated their ammo
with it?

I'm gonna go get Beau to run this.

Sonya gave you an itty-bitty gift.

Say thank you, Joshua.

Thank you.

Tiniest sample of all time.

Well, like my wife always says...

a little goes a long way.

When she's cooking with saffron.

I'll, uh... go to Ballistics.

That could be the thing slowing
it down. It could.

Boss?
It could... Yeah?

Polypropylene, huh.

Back in the private sector, we
used to put it in everything.

Rope, twine, tape,

carpeting, upholstery,

fast fashion, camping equipment,

cooking equipment...
Shrimp cocktail,

shrimp gumbo...
It's Beau-ba Gump.

Do I have a sign on my back?
We only haze

the ones we love,
and I think what Folsom

is referring to that every product

in the world

is not the lead we're looking for.

Maybe the shooter

used a product made from polypropylene

as a makeshift silencer.

I've been, uh,

thinking about what you're
going through,

and, uh, I know it's got to be tough,

working with Chavez, but

I think if you give her a chance,
you'll really like her.

What do you mean?
Wh...

Have I been weir...

Shut up, dude.

Chavez is really pretty.

You're just jealous that Folsom
got to her first, so don't

take it out on me, okay?

Touché.

Seriously,

have I been acting weird?

Do people think I'm being rude?

Let's get this into NIBIN and
see if we can get a match

on some old crime.
I would love to stay

and get teased mercilessly,

but I'm needed in Reconstruction.

Huh. Interesting.

I, uh...

Yeah.
Folsom didn't text me.

Stop.

Oh.
Hey.

So, the bullet is running
through NIBIN.

Oh.
What have we here?

Puzzle.

Hm. Headlight glass from the car
that crashed into Mindy.

If we can figure out the make
and model of their car,

might be able to ID the shooter.

I mean, before I help you,
I am

going to need to hear you to say it.

You are the jigsaw puzzle queen.

See? That wasn't so hard,
was it, Joshua?

Didn't like that.

Yeah?
Yo, it's Trey.

Hey, Trey.
What's going on, man?

I tried calling, so I came through.

Why are you here?

I need a favor.

I got pranked.

Someone filled my car

with freaking weasels.
Hundreds of them, man.

Weasel... your, uh, your old
nickname, right?

Well, I got to get whoever
it is back.

I figure all our friends are already
in the system.

Can you lift the prints,

help me figure out

which of the pricks did it?

I'd love to help to you, man,
but we have a policy against

using work equipment for personal use.

You got it good here, Folsom.

Hi, I'm Trey.

Hey. Allie.

This is Allie?

Oh, I've heard about you.

Yeah...

I get it.
Uh, hey,

we... we got, uh... Huh?

Allie's got some work to do,
so... Yeah.

Bye, Allie.

Bye, Trey. Oh.

Oh, I, uh, talked to your mom
the other day.

Jeanette... she's out?

so, you know, yeah, no biggie.

Hey... hey, you know what, man...

I'll see what I can do.

Thanks.
Thanks, brother.

All right.

He seems fun.

Huh.

Um, is it possible that Mindy's
car was hit by Mindy's car?

So, wh... I... I'm sorry...

The broken headlight
at the scene is the same

make and model of car
as Mindy's. Look.

I am the queen of jigsaw
puzzles, aren't I?

So, this is
your car, right?

Uh-huh.

Headlight.
Yeah?

And this is Mindy's car.

Same make and model.

Yeah. Yeah, I fix Saabs,

and, uh, we both love them, so, I...

I bought got her one.

You are a hunter.

Do you own any ...22 caliber weapons?

I don't.

I prefer a heavier gauge.

One shot, one kill.
You got any

hunting buddies with a .22

willing to let you borrow theirs?

I did not hurt my wife.
Well, I think

Mindy finally worked up the nerve
to pack a bag,

grab some cash and leave you.
But you wouldn't let her.
No, she wasn't

leaving me.
Your sister-in-law Amy seems
to think she was.

This is ridiculous.
How did your

broken headlight end up
at the scene?

Mindy called me, okay?

But it went straight to voice mail.

And when I finally got the message...

...she sounded hurt.

So I raced down the road.

I was so freaked out

that I missed the brake and
I slid into her.

But she, uh...

she was already dead.

You expect us to
believe that?

You left when you saw Mindy was dead.

Why didn't you call 911?

I got scared.

I d...
You didn't want to be a suspect.

My marriage... it wasn't perfect.

But I loved Mindy.

And I had nothing

to do with this.

You have to believe me.

Hell, take Mindy's word for it.

I'm sorry.

I... I'm hurt, I need your help.

I think the husband's telling
the truth.

It sounds like she was shot well
before she wrecked.

Makes sense.

I think we can work backwards
from where she crashed.

Use her voice mail as a reference

and find the exact location

she was shot.
You hear that screech

just before it ended?

I'm hurt, I need your help.

She scraped something.

Well, the shot had to happen
before that.

Hey.
This could be the spot.

Looks like she jerked the wheel
without braking.

I mean, that would cause these
centrifugal skid marks.

I call them yaw marks.

Right. I bet getting shot in the neck

would explain the suddenness...

Centrifugal skid marks.

You think this is where Mindy
was shot?

That's the theory.

So, where was the shooter when
they took their shot?

There's no shoulder on the road here.

It would be impossible for someone
to drive alongside her.

Or even stand to take a shot
at a speeding motorist.

And even if she was in the
oncoming lane,

the shooter would be too
close. The wound cavity

would be larger. Plus, it's... it's
not even the right angle.

...22LR cartridges

can also be used by rifles.

Well, that would explain the
compact permanent cavity.

I can't believe I'm about to say this,

but we might be looking for

a long-range marksman

who knows how to lead
a target in motion.

You think Mindy was shot from
up in the hills...

by, like, a sniper?

Yes.
Yes.

Well.

The Wonder Twins are in agreement.

So...

our search area just got a hell of
a lot bigger.

That looks about
33 centimeters.

Now I really don't know where
the shooter was standing.

I think 60% load is still
way too high.

Killer had to be over 500 yards away.

You're right.

The bullet would've
punctured Mindy's lungs

at this depth.

Okay, well,
maybe 50% load capacity

is enough to slow our bullet down.

Have you talked to Trey?

No.

Why?

Yeah, Trey's a nice guy.

When he wants something.

I'd probably be smart to block
his number.

Firing one at 50%.

Firing one at 20%.

Are you at least going to run
the prints for him?

I don't know.

11 centimeters.

360 feet per second

at 20% load capacity. Wow,

we're gonna have a broad search
radius no matter the result.

We'll be canvassing for days.

I can go ahead and start the canvassing

if you want to hang back.

What?

Run those prints for Trey.

Allie... My childhood friends
are just like you guys.

We've grown up and
we've grown apart.

But those old friends...
there's...

there's roots under the wall.

I don't see them and we're in
different places, but...

I thrive today

because of them.

Is this right?

So, somebody shot Mindy from
almost a mile away?

Velocity was our missing quotient,

and the numbers don't lie.

We're talking about army
sniper accuracy.

Someone with a world-class skillset...

targeting a paralegal?

Or it's random.
Like a roadside sniper,

like Malvo in Virginia.

Mm, I don't think it's either.

Look, this is the search radius.

This is Mindy's home in
Treasure Hill, up in the hills

above the road from where
she was shot.

Mindy's husband is an avid hunter.

This shot could have come
from her own backyard.

If it did, somebody had to hear it.

Nobody heard anything.
And we have talked to everyone.

We haven't talked to him yet.

Hey, boys.

Any of you hear a gunshot
two nights ago?

I heard a gunshot
the other night.

No, no, those were fireworks.

Uh, Reggie, those jackholes, they
we’re letting them off.

Nah, they ran out of fireworks
on Thursday.

When Reggie pushed you.

How old are you, dude?
Don't you know

what a gunshot sounds like?

Yeah, those were fireworks,
you idiot.

Hey, hey,
Hey, Cash,

knock it off. Not in... uh, cash,
Cash, Cash, Cash.

Don't you got any sense, fighting
in front of cops?

Hey, guys, found something.

You go, I got this.

Hey, trailer park front office
put these out a few days ago.

Advertising for the new lots.
First expansion in years.

Looks like

the bullet hit this.

Just grazed the balloon.

Guess we can add balloons
to that long list of things

made from polypropylene, huh?

All right, I want us to spiral search

from this point out.
The guy must have

left some casings here.
I want it.

Entering grid six.

Copy that.

I found shell casings in the field

behind the trailer park.

Copy. Headed to you.

Come here.

That was quick.

Max?

Max. Look at me.
Open your eyes. Come on.

Why would someone do this?

Everyone get back.
Give her some air.

Johnson, Rubio, set the perimeter.

We find this bastard now.

Ambulance is here.

Over here!

Help's here.

Hand me a glove.

She saved us a shell casing.

Unreal.

Ms. Roby. Can you hear me?

We've got to get her to the hospital.

Folsom.
Hey.

How bad is it?
Found her unconscious.

There may be some swelling
on her brain.

They've sedated her out of
an abundance of caution

to let her rest, but she's stable
for now.

Okay.

Catherine, I messed up.
I was at the lab,

helping my idiot friend. I...

She made me point on this.
I should have been there.
Don't.

I've been where you're going.

Guilty when it's not my fault. Hell,

it's that way with my daughter
right now. All you can do

is to focus your energy

on this case.

That's all you can do for her.

Okay, so we got to assume that
the person who attacked Max

is the shooter, right? If she was
collecting evidence...

Agreed.
Whoever they are

heard the CSIs were canvassing

and they came back to clean up
after themself.

This is your case.
How do you want to proceed?

All right, guys, listen up.
We run it.

All of it, all at once.

Let's go.

Allie, Chris, I want to know everything

about that casing Max recovered.

The .22 long rifle casing
Max found

matches the bullet found in Mindy.

The, uh, casing should help NIBIN

narrow down our matches faster.

It's, uh, not done processing, but I've

obviated some of the possibilities.
Take a look.

There's only rifles left on this list.

So we were right about a sniper.

Huh.

The firing pin impression on our casing...

it's, uh...
Something's off about it.

We have a match.

Okay, so,

the killer's weapon was a Ruger 10/22.

Manufactured over 30 years ago.
And...

Wow. Look at that history.

Armed robberies, home invasion,
and sold at a police auction.

If the gun was a person, it'd be
behind bars.

Check out the most recent owner.

Do you recognize this?

So hot. Can't hear myself think.

Damn kids threw a rock through
my window and air ain't free.

Um, what are we talking about?

Okay, Theresa,

let's just knock it off with the sudoku.

People usually pay attention

when they're being questioned
about murder.

I've seen a rifle before, yeah.

A rifle like this one was used
to kill one of your neighbors.

We think the shooter also
attacked our boss.

Yeah, I heard about the shooting.
Our records

show that a rifle like this one
in the picture

was registered to your address.

Can we take a look at your rifle?
Sure.

If you can find it.

That rifle was stolen some time ago.

I had a barbecue for my neighbors

out of the kindness of my heart,
and somebody janked it.

And you didn't think to report it, no?

Mm. No, ma'am,
it was a piece of crap.

Was Robbie Downs invited to
your party?

That wino?
Of course not.

But he sure enough crashed it.

Hey.

Drink this.

Hey.

Heard anything about Max?

Not since you asked the last time.

What's this?

Well,

given the placement of
Max's head wound

and this sneaker print found
under Max,

we think Max was hit by someone

swinging with their left hand, so

ten percent of all people on Earth
are a suspect.

Other than that, we got nothing.
Like, we got rocks,

we got dirt, that's it.

You know what?

Uh, I... I will take that water now.

What's going on, there, bud?

I kept asking myself

what in this field doesn't belong.

But that wasn't working, so then
I asked myself

what does belong.

What's the difference?

I don't know.

But I missed it

because it was covered in dust,
dirt and debris.

Look at this.

Concrete.

Smell the ammonia.

They use it as an admixture

to reduce the water
in the concrete.

The... the smell won't dissipate
for days.

So it's fresh.

You know, I saw construction
over there.

This concrete was poured yesterday?

It only takes a few hours to harden,
about a month

to fully cure.
It could be worse.

Keep digging.

If we don't find anything,
that would be worse.

Look, I got to say,

if the killer made their way
to Max from this angle...

plenty of weapons lying around
to take a swing at her head.

Yeah.

Hey. I think I got it!

It's a Ruger 10/22.

That's our rifle.
It's what we've been looking for.

What's wrong?
I don't understand how that rifle

could have been used to kill
Mindy Downs.

No scope.
No rail to even add one.

So, who could make that miracle
shot without a scope?

Who has that kind of aim?

Nobody.

That's as clean as this rifle's getting.

Looks like it was junk before
it got tossed into cement.

You people want some good news?

Heard from the hospital.
Max's swelling is down.

Grade 2 concussion.
Broken clavicle got set.

She's gonna be okay.

Thank God. Should be up and ready
for visitors tomorrow.

Folsom?

I'll, um...

I'll go when I can show her
a mug shot.

And I might be

getting close.

I couldn't

wrap my mind around how
that 30-year-old rifle

without a scope made that
incredible shot.

Check out the pin impression
on the casing that Max found.

Well, Chris did mention
it was odd.

These are also casings
from our rifle

found at old crime scenes,
unrelated shootings.

You notice the difference?

Our firing pin impression
looks deeper?

It is.

The casing on the right came
from a rifle

shooting straight on, according
to the case report.

Its impression
isn't as deep.

The casing on the left came from a rifle

that was pointed down.

Pretty shallow. So our case
being the deepest

means that our rifle
was shot pointing upwards?

Exactly. I didn't always love physics
as a kid,

but today I want to buy Isaac
Newton a beer.

More pressure is needed

to fight gravity when a rifle's
pointed up,

so it makes the firing pin strike harder,

leaving behind a deep pin impression.

Snipers don't point up to shoot.

No, they don't.

Nobody took aim at Mindy Downs.

Her death was an accident. So,

if this was random...

if there's no connection between
Mindy and her killer...

whoever attacked Max is our last shot.

No.

No?
There's a missing piece.

I mean literally.

There's a piece missing
where the rifle's cracked.

Stock looks pretty dried out.

Old rifles can snap on the kickback.

Hm.

I think I know who shot Mindy.

Just hold still for me.

Ooh.

You're lucky.

A splinter like this could get
badly infected.

Then again, maybe you're not so lucky.

I...

I didn't shoot that woman.

I...
Cash, shush.

So my grandson shot my rifle.

Big whoop.
It is a big whoop, actually,
Theresa, ‘cos you lied to me.

You told me the rifle was stolen.

Cash,

your friend... he pointed us

to the kids down the street.

They said that they broke your window.

They were bullying you, right Cash?

Hey trash, you got our present?

The hell?

You're not gonna shoot
that thing, are you?

Leave me alone!

My grandson didn't kill that woman

or hurt your boss

or whatever else.
This is harassment!

Nothing in the kid's room.

You don't have any proof,
not one bit of proof

that he raised a hand to your boss.

None.

The kid didn't attack Max.

Mindy's shooter was right-handed,

as evidenced by the splinter

in Cash's right cheek.

But Max's attacker was left-handed.

You sudoku with your left hand,
Theresa.

Are you out of your mind?

These are women's jeans

with cement all over them.
You knew

we were searching the park
for evidence, and you knew

that Cash shot Mindy after
Allie and Catherine

showed up at your house.

So you got rid of the rifle.

But then you saw my boss, Max,
out in the field.

And Cash hadn't picked up his
casings, so you had to.

I fought so hard

to get custody from Cash's mother.

All I wanted was a better life for him.
Please.

Please, don't do this to us.

Stand up for me, please.

Hands behind your back.

Granny?

I'm...

I'm so sorry.

We heard you found the shooter.

It was an accident?

That doesn't make any sense.

She's gone, and that part will
never make sense.

But we're sure.

I am so sorry.

So, what...

you're not gonna apologize?

I'm innocent.

I lost my wife.

And you made me feel like a criminal.

You're right.

You didn't shoot Mindy.

But you also didn't call 911 when
you saw she was dead.

‘cos you'd be a suspect.

And you know why.
She was going to leave you.

You put Mindy in the path of
that bullet.

And you'll have to live with
that for the rest of your life.

So?

Who was it?

It was Shank, right?

Got to be Shank.

Why'd you want me to ID
those prints, Trey?

What, for real?

Man, you're such a cop.

I told you why.
The... guys

played a prank on me,
I want to get them back.

You ghosted us.

Ghosted us, you left us behind
‘cos you thought

you were better than us.
Better than me.

No, no, no, you stayed.

I tried to help you get out.

You called me for help, man.

And I screwed up letting you

take that car, man.
I shouldn't have asked.

Well, you already know, Fols,
no favor comes free.

You know, Trey,
you should really stop trying

to track down meth distributors

and maybe you should just

stick to repo'ing cars and TVs.

You ran the prints.

All I need's a name.

Hey, I'll take it from there.

That's how it's gonna be?

I'll see you around, Fols.

Yeah, come in.

Hey.

There she is.

How’re you feeling?

Never been better.

Hey.
Hmm?

We got the shooter.

We also got, uh, your...

attacker.

I'm sorry.

For not being there.

I got caught up

fixing things that weren't mine to fix.

If I had carried...

No, that wouldn't have helped.

Not this time.

I'm sorry.

What's in the bag?

Got you a Double-Double.

I know you were looking forward
to that

cafeteria chicken piccata, but...

Come on, Double-Double.