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Now, wait, wait, wait. Want something?

Mojito.

Maggie, uno mojito, por favor, huh?

Hey, turn that up!

Come on!

Somebody call 911!

Invite-only beach party crashed by
our, uh, twice-baked friend here.

And I take it that he wasn't
an invited guest, Frank.

No. All the guests are accounted for.

He's not one of them.

Do we have a host?

We're working on that right now.

Does anyone recognize the victim?

No, and by the looks of it, we
won't, uh, find an ID, either.

Who's the young lady?

That's Dr. Tara Price. It's our new M.E.

She's a little spark plug.

Dr. Price.

Dr. Price.

You must be Lieutenant Caine.

Nice to meet you.

I'm glad to have you aboard.

Oh, you kidding me?

My first day on, I get to be at the
beach with Fourth Degree Burn Guy.

Unfortunately, not so good for him.

What do we have?

Full-thickness burn injuries.

Causes plasma to leech
through to the surface.

But the tissue's so destroyed,
there's no skin left to blister.

Plasma mixes with the hemoglobin of
the blood, causing it to appear purple.

It literally weeps from the skin.

Black burns are deep, well through
the subcue tissue and muscle.

Down to the bone in his extremities.

Probably lost muscle control.

Explains why he didn't make the water.

His running didn't help. The rush of
oxygen actually helped fuel the fire.

Was there an accelerant?

Yep. Over his entire body.

This guy didn't just
catch fire by accident.

So somebody lit him on fire.

I won't know the type of accelerant
until I get a sample to Trace.

What does the position tell you?

Pugilistic pose the body contorts
to after being badly burned.

From the Latin, pugil,
meaning "fights with fists."

A fight... to the death.

Excuse me, Lieutenant.

Paul Sanders. You,
uh... you wanted to talk?

I understand, Mr. Sanders,
that this was your party.

It was until that guy tore through here.

Did you know the victim?

Well, it was kind of difficult to
get a look, with him on fire, running.

What was the occasion?

We're in Miami. Do we need
one? It was just a beach party.

It appears, Mr. Sanders, that none of
your guests attempted to help the victim.

Wait, guy on fire crashes
my party, and we're suspects?

You are holding a source of ignition.

Yeah, well, I didn't ignite him.

He was already on fire when
he came running through here.

Have a seat.

Got another shoe print
here with some residue.

Could be clothing. I don't
know, it's too little to tell.

All right, the farther we get from the body, the
less physical evidence there will be to follow.

Especially now that
we're running out of sand.

Here's one right here.

It's a piece of melted rubber.

It's probably from the sole of his shoe.

It's got a shiny residue on it.

The M.E.said she thought an
accelerant might have been used.

There could be traces of hydrocarbon.

All right, we'll use the MiniRAE to detect the
hydrocarbons he left behind and find his point of origin.

That's a great idea.

Picking up six parts per million.

Through the parking lot, this way.

Victim's path was erratic.

I mean, why not take the fastest
route and run a straight line?

Because he was running through
parked cars that are no longer here.

You know, one of them
might belong to our killer.

I'm getting a higher reading this way.

A sizable liquid burn pattern.

This is definitely our point of origin.

Okay, so our victim lit up here, and
then he took off running for the beach.

He left something behind. Take a look.

Some kind of melted fabric.

Some kind of clothing- looks like he
was wearing it when he went up in flames.

No sign of an ignition source.

Killer probably took it with him.

I'm gonna get Ryan on this, see
if he gets an ID on our victim.

I take it those are the melted clothing.

Yeah, think it might
be part of a uniform.

And, uh... guess what this used to be.

It is a name tag.

Unfortunately, the name is obscured.

The fabric has been
melted to the surface.

This piece of plastic has been
damaged beyond recognition.

So how do we get to the engraving?

I don't know, I was thinking about
scraping the fabric off of the plastic

or using some sort of chemical means, but I
think that will just harm the plastic more.

What about the CT scanner?

No. CT scanner won't read plastic.

Unless we use some sort of contrasting agent
that can fill the voids in the fissures.

Could get to the
engraving- let's try that.

I'm on it.

Name tag belongs to Sam
at Select Exec Valet.

I think we just ID'd our man on fire.

So, the party had a valet service.

Is there a guy named Sam who works here?

Yeah.

We believe he was killed today.

No, he wasn't.

I'm Sam. Sam Laughlin.

Really?

Do you have any idea why a murder
victim was wearing your vest?

It went missing.

Someone stole it from my stand.

Yeah, or you were wearing it, which
incidentally puts you at the murder scene.

Well, look, I heard screaming and yelling down
on the beach, but I didn't even see anything.

I'm stuck between here and
the lot where I park the cars.

- The lot around the corner?
- Yeah.

That's where our victim was killed.

Actually, he was set on fire.

Well, it couldn't have been
me. I was busy parking cars.

You can ask any one of the guests.

How many other valets
you got working here?

Just me. I'm independent.
Contracted for smaller parties.

Well, right now you're our
only suspect. We'll be in touch.

Dr. Price?

I haven't the foggiest idea where
anything is down here. Do you?

I'm afraid not.

I'm, CSI Delko. You can call me Eric.

Um, tell me, Eric.

I've got signatures on reports
from three different M.E.s,

yet I'm the only one down here.

There's been a bit of a problem with
turnover since Alexx Woods' departure.

Well, let's hope that ends with me.

Well, I was hoping to get
an ID on this guy. Any luck?

Uh, don't have that yet.

It's taking me a little
bit to get started.

But I did get rush results back from Trace
on the accelerant I swabbed from the body.

I was dying to know what
we were dealing with.

See what we got.

High octane gasoline.

Straight from the
station pump, head to toe.

Take a look at this.

I'd use a spreader if I could find one.

Third degree burns extend all
the way down the esophagus.

From breathing in the fire?

No.

Accelerant burns, like this, are
much more severe than proximity burns.

He swallowed gasoline.

So what are you saying?
It's a suicide now?

No, but it does raise
an interesting question.

If Crispy here were conscious enough
to run all the way to the beach...

Why would he swallow gasoline? Yeah.

Maybe he was forced?

Well, we won't know
until we can ID the body.

Got you covered.

Fingerprints are a bust, but...

- Grab that for me.
- Sure.

Okay, what's this for?

Get the tooth to DNA.

Tell them to give it the old
Nicholas the Second treatment.

Seriously?

Yeah, seriously.

It's called cryogenic grinding.

Forensic scientists used it last year
to identify the Czar's family remains.

Why didn't she just ask you
to grind the tooth for DNA?

Maybe she was trying to impress you.

Score one for the new medical examiner.

And she's cute, too.

I'll bet, Romeo.

Why the cryogenics?

The extreme cold preserves
the sample's composition,

and then the freezer mill chills
the tooth with liquid nitrogen,

and then it magnetically pulverizes
it into a very fine powder.

And there it is.

The perfect DNA sample.

Your murder victim has
a name and a record.

Dan Granger, student at Dade University,
priors for trespassing and petty theft.

I bet I know what he was stealing.

MAN: Three bucks a gallon.

That's great, man, thanks a lot.

Why don't you leave that here.

- Yeah, yeah, no problem.
- Thank you.

You, Johnny Young,
Dan Granger's roommate?

Yeah.

Have you seen Mr. Granger today?

No. He was gone before I got up.

You see, son, the fire damage on
your truck tells me you're lying.

So does the gas station
you got back here.

So, why don't we employ the truth?

Okay. Yeah.

Dan and I siphon it from
expensive cars down at the beach-

I mean, from types who
can afford it anyways-

and we sell it to students who
can't afford the high prices.

And that explains how Dan
swallowed gasoline, doesn't it?

You both siphoned gas, Dan died
covered in it, inside and out.

Yeah, we stole a vest from
the valet around the corner.

But we only hit one rig before...

I heard... Dan scream.

I saw him on fire running.

I- I ran to help, but he
hit that party by then. I...

I panicked. I grabbed
the gas can and took off.

Why didn't you call
the authorities, son?

Maybe someone caught him.

What kind of car was he siphoning from?

From an Escalade. Black,
late model, tricked out.

It tore out of there same time
Dan took off for the beach.

Where is the fuel that Dan siphoned?

We'll be confiscating the
rest of the gasoline, too.

Let's take Mr. Young in, Frank.

Why? I told you everything there
is to know about the gas we stole.

Because you're not
talking about the murder.

Eric.

The gasoline you collected from
Johnny Young is high octane.

Matches the gas that was
poured on Dan Granger.

So we have half a murder weapon.

Mm-hmm, the ignition
source is still out there.

So is our killer, Eric.

Now, Mr. Young says he witnessed
the Escalade leaving the scene.

Black Escalade in Miami.

Yes, but if we find the
station we'll find the vehicle.

Well, Miami's gasoline comes from
the same central distribution point,

individual stations,
they add unique additives.

Yes, performance
enhancers, octane boost...

Take a look at that, Eric.

Toluene.

I can run a search for local stations
that use toluene as a gasoline additive.

ARAGO fuel.West Miami.

Good work, Eric.

Mr. Nelson, we matched the additive in your station's
fuel to gasoline we found in a black Escalade.

The driver of which is a suspect
in a homicide investigation.

Yeah, had a black
Escalade in here yesterday.

Towing an Airstream trailer.

But he didn't buy any fuel.

What was he doing?

Looked like engine trouble.

The driver was under the hood.

Is your station equipped
with security cameras?

No, system's out.

Did you get a look at the driver?

I was busy and he didn't
ask me for any help, so...

Excuse me, Mr. Nelson.

Can you come here for a sec?

These, uh...

these access your subterranean
fuel tanks, don't they?

Right. Fuel cap's under there.

Okay, so, tell me
something. These marks.

They look strange to you?

Fuel delivery wouldn't leave those.

Looks like someone forced
it open with a crowbar.

I'm down about 1,500 gallons.

That's over $7,000 retail.
How is that possible?

They stole the gasoline directly
from your underground tank.

That trailer that you saw, it was probably
equipped with its own pump and tank.

Inside the trailer, the thief accesses
your tanks through a trap door.

He pries open the manhole cover with a crowbar,
then cuts the lock, breaking into a fill cap.

Once in, he snakes in his
own hose and starts to pump.

He pulls the fuel straight out, right
into his own tank in the trailer.

That's a... pretty serious job.
This could be organized crime.

If that's what Dan Granger stumbled upon,
it could have been what got him killed.

Yeah, but you know
what doesn't make sense?

I mean, to do all this takes,
like, at least 20, 30 minutes.

I mean, you didn't sense that there was
anything weird going on during that time?

I was busy in back with a customer.

Okay, now you're sure that
you weren't being distracted?

I knew it was too good to be true.

There was this girl. Legs till Tuesday.

I mean, she was banging,
off the chain, man.

All right, we got it, she's
pretty. Did you get her name?

No. She tells me she's strapped for cash
and willing to do anything for a free tank.

She's going to do "anything" anything?

Problem with the pump?

Maybe you can help me.

Well, that's pretty, uh...

it's risky behavior, so I'm
assuming that you wore protection.

With a girl who will give it up
for a free tank of gas? Hell, yeah.

We can get her DNA off of that.

- It's in the ladies' room.
- Okay.

It's in the ladies' room.

I'll go get it.

Ms.Rinell, we have DNA proof that
you had a liaison with that man.

From the gas station.

Ms.Rinell, we know that you've been
arrested for solicitation in the past.

I've made mistakes in the past,

but what happened between the
gas station guy and me was legal.

Organized gas theft is not legal.

I'm sorry, I don't
understand what you're saying.

Thieves hit the Arago Fuel station
early this morning for 1,500 gallons.

So do you understand that your conduct with
Ross Nelson makes you look like an accomplice?

Ms.Rinell, were you sent
there to be a distraction?

I don't know what you mean.

Can I go now, please?

Okay. Thanks for coming in, Ms.Rinell.

The officer will see you out.

You think she's telling the truth?

Well, either she is or
she's covering for a killer.

Mr. Wolfe, what did we get?

Well, unfortunately there
were no cameras at Arago Fuels,

but in this digital age,
we're always being watched,

so I checked with the bank
that's adjacent to the station,

and they lent us the footage from
the security cameras at their ATM.

Show me, please.

Because of the distance, we're only gonna
get a partial view of the fuel station.

And...

there it is, there's the Escalade that
was seen fleeing Dan Granger's murder.

It's a towing trailer.

Yeah, let me zoom in a little bit.
This is where they keep the stolen fuel.

I you look, you can
see there's the hose.

Did we get a look at the driver?

No, unfortunately, that's all we got.

What about the license plate?

Yeah, driver pulls away, gives
us a full shot of the plate.

Run that for me, please.

That plate is...

not registered to the Escalade. It's not
registered to any vehicle. That's a cold plate.

Cold plate or not, we still have it.

- Send out a BOLO and contact me.
- You got it.

All units, be on the lookout
for an '08 black Escalade.

License plate: king, Peter,
nine, one, nine, ocean.

Approach with caution.
Suspect considered dangerous.

Come on, move it. Come on.

HQ, this is 3106. Priority. Suspect
has been spotted. Currently in pursuit.

We are headed east on Eighth
and Prentiss. Requesting backup.

Copy, 3106.

Pursuit now high-speed. We're still on
Eighth, we're reaching... Southwest Palmer.

This is CSI Duquesne.

I need Fire/Rescue at Sumner Causeway.

This the, uh, runaway Escalade?

They ditched and torched it as soon
as they got some distance from me.

Is that right?

So how'd he get away?

He made the red; I didn't.

I almost swapped paint
with a boat and a truck.

A boat.

Serious.

I see a trailer hitch, but
I don't see any trailer.

He wasn't pulling anything.

So that means that there is a trailer
out there full of stolen fuel, huh?

Well, I guess, luckily, Fire and Rescue were able to
put out the flames before it engulfed the entire vehicle.

Well, that makes sense.

Uh, it matches our
murderer's fire-centric MO.

Actually, it doesn't. There's
no accelerant, no pour pattern.

And I found a used flare in the back.

That explains why the damage
is limited to the rear here.

Yeah, unfortunately for us, what the
flames didn't destroy, the driver did.

Everything has been wiped down.

Would you mind if I, uh...

Not at all. A fresh pair
of eyes is always nice.

Thank you very much.

Did you check this glove box?

I collected everything from it.

There was a dead cell
phone, some papers, trash.

I bagged it- it's
ready for processing.

Well, I just found a souvenir.

It's a fingernail.

Great, that'll work for DNA.

Hopefully, it'll help us
find our mystery driver.

Yeah, it looks like the rig that
took off from the lot this morning.

I couldn't tell you for
sure, I was so far away.

Oh, I think you got a pretty
good look at it, Johnny.

We found your fingernail
inside the Escalade.

You see, that's the, uh...
the downside of siphoning gas.

It's called onychosis-
it's a skin irritation.

That's why you lost your fingernail.

That Escalade is tied to
an organized gas theft ring.

Now, you've already
admitted to siphoning.

Tell us that's a coincidence.

Dan and I had a system. I...

I found the cars and
popped the gas cap top.

That's... that's all I was doing.

Yet we found your fingernail
in the glove compartment.

What were you doing
digging around in there?

WOLFE: And by the way, a search warrant
for your dorm room at this point...

- that's a given.
- All right...

yeah, I opened it. I was
hoping to find some loose cash.

But you found something
else, didn't you?

There was a plastic bag.
It had a bunch of passports.

Ow, damn it.

- Man, she's all yours.
- All right.

Hey, hurry up and find our next target.

Yeah, you got it.

With all the restrictions on
people coming to the States,

I figured I could get a nice
chunk of change for these things.

I'm talking a couple
grand a pop, at least.

So you're, uh, siphoning gas,
you're stealing passports. You are...

you're becoming quite the
little junior criminal, Johnny.

I never meant for anyone to get hurt.

I just, I mean, with
school and gas and food,

I was just trying to
keep my head above water.

Well, you're gonna like jail, then...

'cause it's got a low cost of living.

Frank.

Got all the passports
from Johnny's dorm room.

What do they tell us?

Running them through U.S. Immigration right now,
but I can already tell you something's not right.

Why do you say that?

All the passports belong to women, all in
their 20s, all from Central and South America.

That's not a coincidence, Frank.

How the hell does this fit
in to organized gas theft?

And why would somebody hold on to a bunch
of passports, much less kill for them?

Hang on.

U.S. Immigration confirms that
all the ladies are in the country.

Yeah, not only that,
they did it legally.

And they all applied for student visas.

Student visas.

Frank, don't you need a
local address to do that?

Wouldn't you know it.

They're all the same address, Frank.

Yeah. Think these girls
are being held out there?

There's one way to find out.

Windows are painted
over, no sign of life.

All by design, Frank.
Take the back, please.

Gentlemen.

Miami-Dade Police!

Gentlemen?

Clear!

Lieutenant, we got somebody back here.

Show them, please.

Ms.Rinell.

It's you. Lieutenant.

They told us we had to go.

He was in a hurry, so I hid.

It's okay.

But why didn't you ask me for help?

He said if we ever told
anybody about what happened,

if we asked for help, he'd
kill our families back home.

Kill us.

And that's why you
distracted the station owner.

Yes.

Our handler made me lie to you before.

He makes us do other things.

It's okay.

He's gonna take care of you. All right?

Dan Granger stumbled
into a hornet's nest.

This is a full-fledged
human trafficking operation.

Frank, they coerce these ladies into coming here,
and then they sell them to the highest bidder.

Probably move them all over the country.

That's why they're stealing gas,
to keep the operation running.

We've got to find the others.

Hey, Eric, do you have the
evidence from the Escalade?

I wanted to give it a run through DNA.

Well, I was giving the
MiniRAE a shot first.

We still haven't found the source of ignition
from the fire that killed Dan Granger.

And whatever was used should
be covered in hydrocarbons.

Oh, the MiniRAE will
tell us which one it is.

Yeah. Well, we find the murder weapon,

might be able to track it back to the
people that are still holding those girls.

Got a hit on the cell phone.

Really?

I've read the warnings at the gas
stations about not using your cell phone,

but that would be a
bizarre way to start a fire.

Hold on a second.

This wasn't being used to make any
phone calls. This was tampered with.

Someone rigged this to be a stun gun.

It's got a xenon flash, requires
a pretty powerful charge.

Switched a few wires around the
capacitor, drilled a couple of holes,

it wouldn't be hard to do.

It's got a 300-volt punch.

That's enough spark to
ignite a gasoline vapor.

We're looking at our murder weapon.

I'm gonna print this.

Calleigh, I just got a hit off of the
rigged cell phone from the Escalade.

It's Sam Laughlin, the valet parker.

We found this custom
trailer at your place.

It's being taken apart as we speak.

We know that you killed Dan Granger in
order to protect your gas theft organization.

I was stealing fuel from stations.

But I didn't murder that kid.

We found the cell phone that
you converted into a stun gun,

and we know that's what started
the fire that killed Dan.

I caught the kid stealing gas from me.

It was an accident. I just
wanted to teach him a lesson.

What are you doing?

Uh, nothing!

Nice vest.

What, are you stealing gas from my ride?

Just because you park 'em
don't mean you own 'em.

I caught you stealing gas.

I'm sorry. You can have it back.

No one steals from me, kid.

- What else did you take from me?
- Nothing! I swear!

You were in my Escalade!
What did you take?

I swear I didn't take anything!

Stop it, please!

I had no idea he'd ignite.

You also think that he stole
passports out of your glove box,

and he was gonna expose
your human trafficking ring.

Human trafficking? I
steal gas. That's it.

We have Andrea Rinell.

I don't know any Andrea Rinell.

Let me refresh your memory.

She's the young girl that you used
to distract the gas station attendant

while you were siphoning fuel
from their underground tanks.

Does that sound familiar?

Problem th the pump?

Maybe you can help me.

I was told that the attendant would be
distracted so that I could access the fuel.

But I didn't know who'd be doing it.

She's one of many.

The Escalade and the
trailer aren't even mine.

I was hired.

I steal it, I deliver it.

I didn't know what the
gas was being used for.

Okay. Who does the Escalade belong to?

I'm not ratting anybody out.

These guys have a long reach.

And even if they don't come after me in prison,
I'm not going in with that label on my back.

Then you'll go in with
the label of murderer.

Mr. Wolfe?

So far, so clean.

Mr. Wolfe, Sam Laughlin
has copped to the murder,

but is unwilling to give up
his stolen fuel connection.

This trailer is our only link.

I just don't get it.

Why go through all the trouble
of rigging something like this?

Think how expensive it is to
transport these women across country.

Yeah, I guess it makes sense.

You steal a thousand gallons of gasoline
every other day, you're saving over, uh...

Over 60 grand a month. Wait a minute.

The Escalade had cold plates.

- These could be the real ones.
- Let's run it.

The plates are registered
to Paul Sanders.

Paul Sanders. The host of the party.

It says here he's got
a shipping business.

Yes, Mr. Wolfe, to
transport women. Thank you.

Okay, let's go. Rapido. Out of there.

Where are you taking us?

What does it matter? Let's go! Muevalo!

No!

Which one?

Who said that?

Who?

I said it.

Ladies.

Get down on the ground.

Put your hands on your head.

I'm not gonna say it again.

I give these women an
opportunity they might never get.

I pay for them to come
into this country legally.

What, you think their lives would be
better off where they're from, huh?

They owe me!

Now you owe them.

They come here willingly for their
own piece of the American eam.

And you provided them with a nightmare.

Get him on his feet.

What's going to happen to me?

You are gonna get what you deserve.

Take him.