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and the prosecution will demonstrate
that it was on that afternoon,

the afternoon of December 7, that
Alfonso Reyes removed his belt,

fastened it around the
neck of Lindsay Garland

and strangled her in the employee locker room
at Palm Court Country Club, where he works.

I call as my next witness Miami-Dade
Police Officer Calleigh Duquesne.

Officer Duquesne, you were the first person to
question Mr. Reyes in relation to this murder,

- is that correct?
- Yes, that is corre.

And what caused you to believe that
he may have killed this young woman?

DNA evidence.

I recovered one of the victim's
hairs on Mr. Reyes's shirt.

Yes. And what else?

The victim's saliva was also
found on his neck and collar.

Which could have occurred when the defendant was
strangling her with his leather belt, is that correct?

Yes, it could have.

Thank you. No further questions.

Mr. Powell, your witness.

But my client described to
you what happened, did he not?

That he only discovered the victim's
body, and then tried in vain to revive her.

Yes, that is what he told me.

You're a scientist.

And your job is to analyze data.

And to interpret it.

Well, science is an
absolute truth, correct?

While interpretation...
that's open to human error.

So is it possible, then, from a
completely scientific standpoint,

that the transfer of hair and saliva could have
occurred when my client was trying to save her life?

Yes. Yes, it is.

I have ten people, all
members of that country club,

who have gone on record saying that they
witnessed the defendant arguing with Ms.Garland

at 2:20 p.m., at the driving range,

wherein he said to her,
quote, I'm gonna kill you...

get out of here, now

unquote, just one hour prior
to her body being discovered...

and that the argument turned
physical. Can you verify this?

Yes, I can.

Uh, I discovered bruising
on both of her wrists.

And her autopsy revealed that those
bruises were suffered ante mortem.

Meaning, before her death.

Now, a short time later,
Lindsay was killed.

She was strangled with
such force with a belt

that the hook punctured her neck.

Can you tell the court what led you to believe
that Ms. Garland was strangled with a belt?

I thought I, uh...

I thought I needed to see this through.

But I-I, uh... I
couldn't face it in there.

Hearing all the details of
my daughter's last moments...

The defendant is a golf instructor who works
at the country club where the murder took place.

He wears a standard-issue
uniform, as a matter of course.

Does that uniform include a belt?

Yes, that was confirmed
by the club owner.

And was the defendant wearing a
belt when questioned at the scene?

No, he wasn't.

And that murder weapon
was never found, correct?

Meaning, that it is impossible to put
it in my client's hands Alfonso Reyes

was just in the wrong
place at the wrong time...

- Yet we all know that Mr. Reyes, as an employee of the club...
- That murder weapon was never found.

who knows every inch of that property...

It's impossible to put
it in my client's hands.

He has no relationship with the victim.

No motive.

He was just in the wrong
place at the wrong time,

and now he's suffering because
he tried to do the right thing.

The evidence has spoken for itself.

But remeer, my friends, what hasn't.

And that's the defendant, who
opted not to take the stand.

Now, if that doesn't show consciousness
of guilt, then I don't know what does.

Put this murderer behind bars.

The prosecution rests its case.

How long, do you think,
before we get a verdict?

It's really hard to
tell with these things.

Her body...

She's in the best of hands.

Thank you. Thank you, Lieutenant.

Dr. Price.

Horatio. Lindsay Garland?

Please.

She's in here.

Here, here she is.

Ooh, God!

That shouldn't be there, should it?

Has the jury reached a verdict?

We, the jury, find the defendant,
Alfonso Reyes... guilty.

She's covered in them.

This changes everything.

Hey, I heard it's all hands
on deck. What's going on?

Yeah, we're re-opening
the Lindsay Garland case.

Why? They just convicted Alfonso Reyes.

Horatio found blowflies
living inside her nasal cavity.

Secondary screwworm
blowflies, to be exact.

Hey, I just heard this.
How is this possible?

Was there an infestation in the morgue?

No, the entire medical
examiner's building was searched,

so the fly had to have lay the eggs
inside Lindsay's body just after death.

And that type of blowfly
rarely, if ever, goes indoors.

Yeah, they thrive in tropical areas.

That means if they laid eggs inside of
her, she had to have been killed outdoors.

And then moved into the locker room.

Check out the next photo.

Yeah, this is going to be hard to prove.

Yeah, her murder happened
over six weeks ago.

Okay, so I'm gonna pull all of
the evidence boxes out of storage,

put fresh eyes on everything, and then the
two of you can go back to the country club.

Wait a second. You want us to check over
a hundred acres of grass for an epithelial?

Yes. If you have to, then you have
to. Alfonso Reyes may be innocent.

You know, I really hope nobody
dropped the ball on this case.

Yeah, me too.

But it's easy for that to happen when the defense
doesn't waive time, and rushes through the trial.

I tell you, we've got
CSI lab techs urse.

They haven't seen anything
out of the ordinary.

I mean, this place is immaculate.

Well, this locker room looks
exactly the same as we left it.

Those are the perks when you
pay 100 K a year for membership.

We're not going to be able to
get any freshevidence out of this.

Okay, let's start with what we do have.
We know that Lindsay was killed outside.

And the killer would have had to bring her body in here
without being seen, and that couldn't have been easy.

That means that he either had some help, or
he knows the layout of this place really well.

- Either way, you know what this feels like?
- What?

Square one.

- You wanted to speak to me, Lieutenant?
- I do, Counselor.

I can exonerate Alfonso Reyes.

You're coming to me with this now?

The victim was not
killed in the locker room.

You're just coming to a theory
that I've known all along.

If you knew this, Counselor,
why didn't you file the appeal?

I will, once I get more to work with.

And to be honest, your
evidence didn't exactly help.

And my one witness...

Hang on a second, Counselor.
You have a witness?

Her name is Tammy Witten.

She contacted my office yesterday.

She appeared out of thin air.

She says that she saw the victim, dead, on the
day of the murder, but not in the country club.

And you don't see her as legitimate?

A crackpot with a history
of suicide attempts.

Look, a lot of people see me on TV.

They contact me, they
want some face time.

I can't tell you how many times the
star witness just wants an autograph.

- Where is she now?
- I told you.

She appeared out of thin air.
She disappeared just as quick.

Frank, Tammy Witten. The morgue,
the hospitals. Let's find her.

Got a possible drug overdose. Tammy
Witten. Victim is unresponsive.

Tammy? Tammy?

We're gonna have to pump her stomach.

Give me an N.G.tube.

Lavage. Saline.

Activated charcoal.

Okay, she is stabilizing.

Ms. Witten? You're lucky to be alive.

Yeah. Lucky.

The doctor said you overdosed on Anatol.

That's one pretty
strong anti-depressant.

Have you got some kind of intimate
thing with that stomach pump, Tammy?

We understand it's the third
time you've been in here.

Got out of rehab two months ago.

And I was doing pretty good, too, but...

You decided to eat a bunch of pills
instead of hitting the stand this morning.

I'm sorry about that.

He's got all the
subtlety of a hurricane.

But what he did need
to ask was, did you...

did you overdose on purpose?

Easier than living with myself.

And why is that?

That girl. Lindsay?

I saw her the day she was killed.

Were you at the Palm Court Country Club?

No. Like I could get in there.

It was down on Third...
by restaurant row.

This silver Camry just blasts
out of an alleyway. Almost hit me.

Did the car stop?

No, it just kept on going...
after it sideswiped a wall.

I couldn't see the driver.

But the passenger...

At first I thought she was sleeping.

But those eyes.

The next day I saw
her picture in a paper.

- But I didn't say anything.
- Until yesterday.

I couldn't keep it inside anymore.

I called that lawyer.

I told him where I saw her, and when.

And he acted like he didn't believe me.

He said I wouldn't be credible.

I should've done the right thing.

But it's t late.

No, you know what? It's never
too late. And you just proved it.

- This is it? This is where it happened?
- Yeah.

Tammy said a silver car came barreling
out of the alley, hit the wall.

Got a paint transfer right here.

I checked Lindsay's DMV record and
she does own a silver Toyota Camry.

Which was impounded by the country
club on the day of the murder.

Yeah, it's been there
ever since, though.

We never even processed it, 'cause we just
assumed that she never left the country club.

But she did to meet someone
other than Alfonso Reyes.

Took out of this alleyway
like a bat out of hell.

With a dead Lindsay in the front seat.

Let me ask you something. How are we gonna
prove that this is the alley she died in?

That is a good question, my friend.

Do you hear that?
It's like a... buzzing?

Wait, there's a camera.

So, provided they have tapes from six
weeks ago, I think we're in business.

No, look at it. It's not even
wired. It's a dummy camera.

Where is that buzzing coming from?

That's nasty.

Yeah, that's pretty nasty.

What, uh... What are you gonna do?

The fly found in Lindsay Garland's
body was a secondary screwworm blowfly.

- Which is such a charming moniker.
- Yeah.

And it's the same one right
here in the alley. Look at that.

Same exact coloration, black
stripes, v-shaped spine.

Out of the 1,100 species of blowfly,
you found the one we're looking for.

And that proves that Lindsay Garland
was strangled here in this alleyway.

Hello? Really?

Okay, thanks, Ryan.

Wow, this case is getting
colder by the minute.

Other than the blowflies, Ryan and Natalia didn't
find anything useful at the original crime scene.

That only leaves Lindsay Garland's
car. And I'm not seeing any prints.

Killer must have wiped everything down.

Wait a minute... I may
have spoken too soon.

- I've got blood.
- That's a weird pattern.

Something must've left an impression.

What in the world is that?

I tried telling everyone.
I didn't kill that girl.

I was so stupid not to
take the stand, but...

Powell had never lost a
case and I had faith in him.

Talk about Lindsay.

I first met her a few months ago.

I was teaching golf to
a client on the green.

And I caught Lindsay trying
to sneak onto the grounds.

Just grip it underneath...

But you let her come back.

She was pretty, flirtatious.
I fell for it. Who wouldn't?

How long did that go on?

A few weeks.

But then I realized that she was just using
me to gain access to all the rich guys.

To steal from them?

To marry them.

I know that she was going out with a couple
of guys on the admissions board, but...

Look, she's not the first pretty girl o's
come to the club looking for a meal ticket.

Witnesses saw you argue with
her right before she died.

She'd hooked up with one
member, this big real estate guy.

Couple weeks later, he dumped her.

Suddenly she's back, asking
me to let her on the grounds.

Keep your left arm straight.

Remember, tempo.

Lindsay?

What the hell are you doing back here?

All you have to do is
look the other way, 'Fonso.

I told you, I could lose my job.

You have to get out of here now.

Come on, just for this afternoon.
I'm just trying to meet a good guy.

It's the last time, I promise.

I mean it! I'm gonna kill you.

Get out of here now.

That was the last time I saw her.

Until you found her body.

Two hours later.It was
the end of my shift,

and I was just going to my locker to
grab my stuff and her body fell out.

Lindsay?

Help! Lindsay?

I have no idea how she ended up there.

What is the name of the real estate guy?

Andy Durbin.

Andy Durbin.

I'm not seeing any prints.

Killer must have wiped everything down.

Golf glove.

I'm looking for Andy Durbin.

That's me. If I got an unpaid
parking ticket, talk to my driver.

Lindsay Garland, Andy.

Yeah, it's a shame.

Glad they caught the guy.

I understand that you two were intimate.

A lot of people we intimate with her.

Put it this way, didn't need a
nine iron to take a whack at her.

So, the rumor is true.

Where is this all leading? Do you
have any idea who my friend here is?

He is a suspect in a murder
investigation. Who are you?

Kevin Sheridan.

Mr. Sheridan, if you gentlemen would be kind
enough to show me your gloves, I'll be on my way.

Take off, Andy.

Beat it.

What, me? Do you see
any blood on this glove?

And everyone wears them.

They sell 'em at the pro shop.

Besides, I didn't even know Lindsay.

And you've never been in her car?

No, never.

I guess we'll see.

H, as usual, that was, uh, a
good call on the air filter.

We extracted a profile from
it that wasn't Lindsay's

The problem is that there's no match to anyone
in CODIS and Sheridan won't volunteer his DNA.

Not yet, Eric.

Well... without his DNA
we can't make any headway.

And, uh, take a look at him in
there. He's not exactly wound up.

No, but he does look thirsty.

So, why don't we get
him something to drink?

All right.

What reason could I possibly
have to kill that girl?

vin, don't say a word.

Are you talking to my client
without his lawyer being present?

Now you know better than that.

If Mr. Sheridan is in fact your client, then
we have a conflict of interest, don't we?

I know the law, Lieutenant.

Mr. Reyes has been notified.

And that's my only legal obligation.

Yes, and we both know Mr.
Reyes is innocent, don't we?

Do you have evidence to prove that
Mr. Sheridan had any involvement?

I will.

Well, until then, we're out
of here. Let's go, Kevin.

Nice try.

But you know nice never wins anything.

Calling it a day, Judge?

Lieutenant...

I suppose you're here for the search
warrant for, uh, Kevin Sheridan's DNA.

As a matter of fact I am.

Well, I'm afraid that
warrant's been denied.

It's a violation of his Fourth Amendment
rights to compel DNA without probable cause,

and I won't allow it.

He's not going to get
away with this, Your Honor.

No one's "gettinaway" with anything.

You already caught your killer.

Mr. Reyes is innocent.

And Sheridan's the guilty one?

One of Miami's prominent businessmen?

He's a friend of the
mayor, for God's sake.

- A friend of the mayor.
- Yeah.

The evidence doesn't lie, Your Honor.

An air filter? A golf glove?

I have the same golf glove. You're
going to have to do better than that.

I have an eyewitness.

You mean, the young lady who checked herself
out of the hospital following a drug overdose,

and is unable to be located?

I'm going to find the young lady.

Look, you've already convicted
Sheridan in your mind, haven't you?

I heard you tried to trick him into
giving up a nonvoluntary sample.

Yes. Information travels.

Especially when the
messenger is Derek Powell.

I'll forget you said that.

Lieutenant, I am not the enemy here.

So don't make me one.

Give me probable cause,
I'll grant you your warrant.

Wait a minute. Powell's working for
the guy that might have killed Lindsay?

Now I know why he didn't
want to waive time.

He wanted the trial to be
rushed, so I'd go down quick.

But why? How do you factor in?

Believe me, I wish I knew, but
I've already told you everything.

It was the end of my shift...

Okay, so you went back to your locker.

I had a date that night. I
ran an iron over my clothes.

Then I got a call from a client.

Hello? Hello? Wait, I can't, I
can't hear you. Can you hear me?

All right, I'm gonna call you
back on a landline, all right.

How long was it unattended?

Ten, maybe 15 minutes.

Then I went back to change my clothes.

Help!

Look, the rest I already told you.

She fell on me, I tried to revive her,
but she was already dead-- that's it.

You said you ironed your clothes.

So it'd stand to reason that
the iron would still be hot.

Yeah, it was.

But I, I placed it on the top shelf
and then went to take the call.

It's not on the top
shelf anymore, is it?

It's a match. Air
filter to iron-- 100%.

So the same person that drove Lindsay's
car dumped her body in the locker room.

I gotta hand it to you guys.

Y'all don't give up, do you?

Mr. Powell, what are you
doing? You shouldn't be in here.

, come on, give me some appreciation.

I'm just trying to make sure
you don't have to work all night.

Especially if you don't have to.

Now here's a list of evidence that your
team confiscated from the country club,

just following Miss Garland's death.

And you're giving me this why?

I just want to make sure if you're testing
any of that old evidence for a second time,

that you stop right now.

Why would I do that?

You personally went to the Miami-Dade
Police Department off-site storage center,

and you went and retrieved two
boxes of evidence today, did you not?

I did, and all of that evidence is
perfectly viable for reevaluation.

Well, that's where I beg to differ.

See, I subpoenaed your records
from your mobile digital terminal,

and the data shows you made an unscheduled stop
this afternoon before returning to the building.

There was an accident on the interstate.

Both of the drivers sustained injuries, and I remained
with the victims until Fire and Rescue arrived.

And after you got out of your car did you
leave the doors open, or did you close 'em?

Is that hesitation?

Well, according to the log, you left the
boxes unattended for at least 16 minutes.

You know, Mr. Powell, I have to be perfectly
honest with you, this rings of desperation.

No, it doesn't. You compromised
your chain of custody.

- I don't agree.
- You don't have to agree.

Me and you both know that
a jury will agree with me.

You have a good day.

What was that all about?

Powell's suppressing the
evidence from the locker room.

- He's objected to the chain of custody.
- What?

Man, that guy could get
Hitler off with probation.

What do we do?

Well... if he's going to use
his whole arsenal, so can we.

Yeah, I'm right down the
street. I gotta go. What?

What do you mean, "What?"

You're doing 36 in a 35 zone,
you've got a busted taillight.

Whatever you're looking for,
you're not gonna find it.

What is that? Is that Anatol?

You driving around, feeling groovy?

- They're my wife's.
- Oh, they're your wife's?

- Lay off, all right.
- Wife's?

Get back in the car!
You stay in the car!

Put yo hands on the steering wheel!

- You good, Wolfe?
- I'm fine. I'm fine.

- Nearly broke my leg!
- I didn't break your leg.

I witnessed everything

What the hell are you
doing? Get back on the curb!

Get on the sidewalk. This
is a routine traffic stop.

- Get on the sidewalk!
- There is nothing routine about it.

You assaulted my client, and
you kicked in his taillight.

- Are you okay, Kevin?
- No, no, I'm hurt.

My leg-- it
really-- It's bad.

Officers, I'm glad you're here.

I would like to file a
complaint against Officer Wolfe.

- He attacked my client in broad daylight without provocation.
- What?

Ryan.

I didn't assault him.

Okay, then we'll just
take it under review.

We don't want to jump
to any conclusions.

We know how these police
brutality cases get.

You know the media just likes to
blow 'em all out of proportion.

Maybe we should go back down
to the station. As a precaution.

Finish writing the ticket. Okay?

What the hell are you doing?

What am I doing? Covering my ass.

You're not getting away with this.

This is total crap.

That guy is just screwing with us. He's a cheap
- shot artist.

Internal Affairs wants you
on administrative leave.

Oh, my God, Internal Affairs?

Horatio, this is crazy.

The guy had a broken talight.
It was a legitimate stop.

Mr. Powell says that
you broke the taillight.

Really? 'Cause he's a liar. He's lying.

I know he is, Mr. Wolfe.

I need your badge and gun.

Just until we sort this out.

You know, um...

I took a picture of that taillight.

Maybe somebody could check into it.

Somebody will.

Well, here we have all of the photos
that Wolfe took of Kevin Sheridan's car

before I.A.got a hold of him.

Like that.

See that broken taillight?

Yeah, it's bent outward.

Somebody had to break
it from the inside.

Question is, by whom?

Ryan said that he found a bottle
of Anatol in Kevin Sheridan's car.

Now, that was the drug
that Tammy Witten OD'd on,

and she was the primary witness that
would have exonerated Alfonso Reyes.

You think he resorted to kidnapping?

I don't know. Maybe.

She's been missing since she
checked out of the hospital.

- Do you see that?
- See what?

Enlarge the photo... where the
glass is broken out, in the center.

It's a corona from the
sun hitting the light.

It's round.

It's an eye.

You know, Calleigh, you're right.

There's somebody alive in that car.

Tammy Witten must be in that trunk.

- I'm going to put out a BOLO.
- All right. I'll call H.

Call my office, deposit the
retainer, and stop worrying.

It's gonna be fine. Okay, bye.

- Where have you been?
- Getting some stuff in order.

Now, you're sure
everything's okay, right?

Who you talking to?

You sure are intent on making my harassment
case against your department a walkover.

- Save it, Counselor.
- Here's your warrant.

You guys can't just
barge in here like this.

I thought you had this taken care of.

You gave Tammy Witten those drugs
so she wouldn't testify, didn't you?

Open it, Frank.

- Where is she?
- Who?

- Derek.
- Let 'em in.

Thank you, Counselor. Gentlemen.

Horatio, it's a washout.

No murder weapon, no gloves, no girl.

We looked everywhere.

I told you.

- We're gonna hold you for 48 hours.
- What? Derek.

Now, you know I can't let
you do that, Lieutenant.

- Your client has kidnapped a woman.
- What?

Tammy Witten.

She's the one who broke out his
taillight from inside of the trunk.

She was trying to call for help.

Kevin, go with them. I'll
have you out by the morning.

Tomorrow morning?

Forget it, you're fired.

You need to relax.

Gentlemen.

We've turned this place upside down.

If he did kidnap her, he must
have taken her someplace else.

Yeah, H, the pictures that Wolfe took--here was
a box of Mylar heat blankets in Sheridan's car;

we haven't found them
anywhere on the premises.

Mylar-- he may be using it
to hide her. Check it out.

Can I talk to you for a second?

Go ahead, Counselor.

Now, you know as well as I do that if
Kevin told me where that girl was at,

I could not divulge that information.

Counselor, this girl may be dead.

I know you think I'm as bad as them
less-than-savory characters that I represent,

but I do respect the law.

So make me believe.

I've represented Kevin for ten years.

I closed the deal on this house.

I just closed a deal on
some coastal property.

Go on.

I guess he won't be able to build that
three-par golf course he always wanted.

It's a shame, isn't it? All that land.

Thank you, Counselor.

I need a bird in the air right now.

H, there's a lot of land down
here. We've got no signs of Tammy.

You going to thermal imaging?

Eric, remember, we're looking
for the Mylar blankets.

Those blankets--
they reflect heat.

If Sheridan used them to conceal
her, we'll never be able to see her.

That's why I'm looking
for the voids, Eric.

Copy.

Got it. All officers to
the southwest corner, now.

Take me down, take me down.

- What do we got?
- Found the blankets, H.

He's hiding her in an underground
bunker, but it's locked.

We need a bolt cutter, Eric, right now.

Cut it.

I'm going in.

I can understand now why you were so
reluctant to give us your DNA, Mr. Sheridan.

Now that we have it, we can prove it.

It was your DNA that we discovered on the
iron and in the air filter of Lindsay's car.

Just give me the paper.

You understand what you're
about to do, correct?

You give me a deal, I give you a
confession. I just want this over with.

I started seeing Lindsay
a couple of months ago.

It was fun while it
lasted, but I ended it.

At least, I thought I did.

Lindsay, what are you doing here?

We need to talk, and your assistants
keep brushing me off, so...

Look, the thing we had?

It was fun, but it's over.

- If it's money you're looking for...
- You...

you said you loved me.

I also said I was married.
That's never going to change.

Yeah, well, it could.

I'm telling your wife
about us. About everything.

Lindsay, I'm sorry. Calm down.

What do you say we
catch an early dinner?

at our favorite restaurant?

- Half hour
- Okay.

- No!
- Yes, come here.

After I strangled Lindsay, I drove
her back to the club in her car.

I remembered her fight with Alfonso Reyes
and figured he'd be good to pin this on,

but I needed help getting her body into
the locker room, so I called a favor.

Horatio, you are never
going to believe this.

I guess the water's never
deep enough, is it, Judge?

No.

Sheridan confessed.

I didn't want to help
him, but I had no choice.

You sent an innocent man to jail, Judge.

To get to my position, I
needed someone on my side.

And like I said, he had
dinner with the Mayor.

You sent an innocent man to jail.

He always said a favor like
that, one day he'd collect.

Your Honor...

And that day... that day has come.

H7246 prisoner Reyes, step forward