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Where's it coming from?

Over there.

Blocked.

Uh, h-hello?

That's a Balenciaga.

It's, like, five grand.

What do you know about purses?

It's a satchel. And don't be sexist.

Who would leave a designer bag out here?

I'm guessing her.

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Oh, come on, man.
Laser tag's supposed to be fun.

When your gun doesn't
shoot, it's not fun.

Well, I had fun watching you
get your tail handed to you

by a bunch of tiny children.

- Oh, okay.
- You got your tail handed to you

by a bunch of tiny children?

- No.
- Yeah.

I so want to hear this story.

Jimmy's daughter Victoria

had a big laser tag
birthday party this weekend.

She invited Uncle Nick to, uh,
teach the girls how to shoot.

That's sweet.

Well, there was
nothing sweet about them.

They were like miniature warriors.

They lit up Uncle Nick's vest
like a Christmas tree.

Oh, wow, that's...

that's unfortunate.

They didn't have a mercy rule?

No, there was no mercy
in these little girls' hearts.

What's the deal, guys? I've been
waiting in the parking lot.

Why?

Check your Bandium app.

I sent a group alert.

I did not get an alert.

Yeah, me neither.

You sent this today?

Yeah. Yeah, just a few minutes ago...

Oops.

Forgot to press send.

That's, uh, that's a rookie move.

It's not coming through.

There's, like, a 15-second delay.

Or you could just tell us.

Dead body, Naval Station Norfolk.

Okay, grabbing our gear.

Got a dead body, Naval Station Norfolk.

Man, this app is awesome.

Gunshot wound to the head,
small caliber,

no exit wound.

Got a time of death?

Well, based on body temperature
and lividity,

I would say, uh, 12 hours ago.

I.D.?

Sandra Holdren, 64,

civilian from Bethesda.

According to the trusty Google,

she used to be
a hotshot financial advisor.

Which explains
that big rock on her finger.

And the Balenciaga bag.

Jimmy, I'm impressed.

Fashion is art.

Expensive art.
And whoever killed Ms. Holdren

wasn't interested in taking it.

So, the Tesla's registered
to our victim.

McGee's dusting it for prints.

And, uh, I found these binoculars

in the bushes.

Those are opera glasses.

I don't think she was watching an opera.

No, but she must have been
watching something.

Mm, seems like an odd
place to throw down a lawn chair

and take in the sights.

Excuse me. Petty Officer?

- Yes, sir?
- Who plays on that soccer field?

It's a shared field.
Different leagues every day.

- You know who played last night?
- Uh, Sundays

are always reserved
for the youth league teams.

Why would she be watching from out here?

It's not exactly, uh, front-row seats.

Maybe she didn't have
authorization to enter the base?

One of the M.A.s noticed that,
um, someone

was sitting here, watching
the game a few weeks ago.

He thinks it might have been her.

So, a hotshot financial advisor

with a... what's the name
of that bag, Jimmy?

Balenciaga.

Thank you... bag on her arm

is peeking through

a fence, watching
a kids' soccer game. Why?

And how did nobody hear the gunshot?

Because the killer used a silencer.

See the burn marks around
the entry wound there?

A telltale sign.

This was an execution.

My buddy at the phone company
was able to trace

the blocked calls to her cell.

Who?

The calls were coming
from her own house.

This place is incredible.

If by "incredible," you mean creepy,

then, yeah, this place is incredible.

Don't touch the gargoyle.

Why?

Gargoyles weird me out.

I know it's irrational, just...

just bear with me here.

For me, it's grasshoppers.

NCIS.

It's Sandra, isn't it?

So, you're Sandra's valet?

Yeah, valet, personal assistant,
house manager.

I knew something was wrong when
I couldn't get a hold of her.

I was calling hospitals,

worried she was in an accident, but...

...murdered?

We really need to notify
her next of kin.

Did Sandra have any family?

Her husband died a long time ago.

She has an adult daughter Ruby,

but they haven't spoken in years.

They had a big falling out.

- About?
- I honestly don't know.

Sandra doesn't talk about it.

I understand.

We think that Sandra was
watching a youth soccer game

when she was killed.

Ruby have any kids?

She has a son who's about nine or ten,

but I don't think Sandra's been
to any of his games.

She knew Ruby didn't want her there.

Do you think Ruby
could have anything to do

with Sandra's murder?

Despite everything,
I don't think she's capable

of hurting her own mom.

Sandra have any enemies
we should know about?

Not that I know of.

Sandra was an amazing woman.

Kind, funny.

Would you like to meet her?

Um...

you mean, meet the woman who just died?

Um...

Yes.

Yeah, so I'm allergic to home movies.

We're not watching home movies.

Then what are we doing?

I could tell you, but
it's easier if I show you.

Hi, Sandra.

Hi.

I'm so glad you're here.

Take a seat and let's talk.

It's good to see you, Sandra.

It's nice to be seen.

Okay, hold on.

Time-out. What the hell is this?

It's an interactive hologram.

I'm gonna need you to use more words.

I don't know how it works.
I just know it works.

Hey, don't touch it.
You're gonna break it,

and I don't even know what it is.

She looks so real.

Last month, a tech company
came in and interviewed her

for, like, two weeks straight.

Asking her about her life

and then they created, uh,

- this whole thing.
- Why?

Sandra wanted to
leave something for her daughter

and grandson in case she...

couldn't make things right before...

Can I talk to her?

Sure.

She'll answer your questions.

Well, most of them.

Sandra, hi.

My name is Jessica.

How are you today?

I'm good, hon. How are you?

Great.

We are here to solve your murder.

Okay, that's it. I'm out.

- Where are you going?
- Yeah, anywhere but here.

By the way, gargoyles
are better than this.

Better than
a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity

to interview the murder victim?

Knight, what are you
gonna ask her? It's not like she knows

who killed...

Hey, Sandra, who shot you?

I'm sorry,
can you rephrase the question?

Well, she's not gonna know directly,

but maybe there's a story about her past

that can help us with our investigation.

Hmm, yeah, okay, well, that's all you.

I'm going back to the land of the living

and investigate this
the good old-fashioned way.

You enjoy your a-séance.

- I'll walk you out.
- Okay.

Okay, Sandra.

Let's talk about your life.

Sure, hon.

I love talking about myself.

It's called synthetic reality,
and it's totally awesome.

The person being hologrammed
sits surrounded

by hundreds of lights
and special cameras.

They're then interviewed for days,

answering countless questions.

Yeah, the dead lady had
a full conversation with us.

Exactly. Once the recording is complete,

the system registers trigger words,

which allows the hologram
to communicate with the user.

- Oh, so cool.
- Right?

Not cool. Creepy.

I am totally doing this before I die.

Oh, it's gonna cost you.

A-A quarter of a million dollars
to be exact.

That is, unless you have
the right connections.

Do you guys remember

the hologram of Tupac that performed

at Coachella a few years back?

- Mm-hmm.
- No.

Oh, I was there to see it live.

It changed my life.

I've actually, uh,

dabbled in the art form ever since.

I just try to keep it on
the DL because there's only

so much nerd I'm willing
to show in public, you know?

There we go.

I don't know, Kasie, you know,
nerds are cool nowadays.

Agree to disagree.

Do you guys want
to see my hologram rig or not?

I've been hiding it in the back
office for the past six months,

waiting for the right moment
to break it out.

And there's never gonna be
a better moment than this one.

Kasie, lead the way.

And voilà.

You hologrammed a rat?

That, Nick,

is my pet hamster Mr. Belvedere.

Why?

why not?

I-I needed a test subject,

and Mr. Belvedere brings me

so much joy at home.

So, voilà, I brought him to the office.

Does it talk?

He's a hamster.

Kasie, this is incredible.

I've got a thousand more
questions about this,

but I got to go check with Jimmy,
see if he has anything.

I'm coming back, though.

- I'm worried about you.
- I hologram

one hamster, and all of a sudden
you get all judgy.

Hmm.

Hey, Jimmy.

Hey, let me ask you something,
one, uh, one parent to another.

Yeah, of course. What's up?

Why would a mom who's estranged
from their daughter

spend weeks making a hologram for her?

You know, not try
and reconcile with her?

Yeah, I was wondering the same thing.

Then I discovered that Sandra here

had a rare melanoma that was
spreading throughout her body.

She was dying.

Did she know?

Yeah, according to her medical
records, she was diagnosed

a few months ago.

So, she knew she didn't have enough time

to make things right with her daughter,

created a hologram to leave behind.

In the hopes that one day her daughter

might interact with it, yeah.

I tell you what, man,
if I couldn't see my kids

before I died,
I would move heaven and earth

to make sure they knew
how much I loved them.

Whatever drastic measure it took.

Oh, speaking of kids,
Sandra's daughter just got here.

Ruby, there's no easy way to say this.

Your mother was murdered last night.

Okay.

Thanks for letting me know.

If that's all, uh, I'm late for work.

You must think I'm heartless.

But I've been mad at my mom for
so long that I don't know how

to feel anything else.

Even right now.

Ruby, I understand, I really do.

But I can assure you,

that your mother loved you very much.

Wait, don't tell me you watched

that stupid hologram thing she made.

So you know about it?

She told me about it in a letter.

I won't talk to her,
so she's been writing letters,

trying to reconcile.

Well, that hologram

might actually help us solve her murder.

How is that?

Sandra told me that she received

a threatening note
in the mail last week.

I found this in her nightstand,
took it into evidence.

"You will pay for what you did."

What did your mother do?

Why didn't you ask her yourself?

I did.

She seemed very apologetic
but wouldn't give many details.

Of course she wouldn't.

And you can't find out any details

because the records are sealed.

What records?

The court records.

You heard of Bernie Madoff?

My mother was like the female version.

She embezzled money from her clients?

Millions of dollars.

Why didn't she go to prison?

Ask her high-powered lawyer.

He got her off scot-free.

I can see why that'd be
a tough pill to swallow

- for her victims.
- It was.

And I'll bet one of them
finally got their revenge.

Sandra built
her investment advisory firm

from the ground up.

And then about four years ago,

she was accused of embezzling
millions of dollars

- from her own clients.
- But she never went to prison for it.

She walked away with probation.

A slap on the wrist considering
how much damage she caused.

Yeah, I'd say that must have

pissed off her victims.

Maybe enough to kill.

You got a list?

Working on it.

Official court records are sealed.

Every plaintiff signed an ironclad NDA.

That's how they were able to keep

this whole thing out of the media.

Her lawyer made sure that
lawsuit never saw the light of day.

What's her lawyer's name?

Albert Beck.

I'll bet he's got a list of
the people Sandra stole from.

Let's go sweet-talk him out of it.

What?

We have new info on Sandra.

Yeah?

So let's go see what she has
to say about it.

What she has to say?
She's laying dead in autopsy.

I know. Isn't it cool?

Nah, not really.

Ruby, when you were little,
you had the cutest lisp.

And when you got mad, it was even worse.

You outgrew the lisp,

but unfortunately your anger
toward me never went away.

Ben was always easier for me to talk to.

But I could never get
on the same page with you, Ruby.

I wanted to, believe me.

I just didn't know how.

Uh, Geoffrey?

Oh, hi.

Sorry, I just...

I was starting it up for
you, and I guess I...

just got sucked in.

To tell you the truth,

I've been missing her a lot.

I'm sure you meant a lot to her, too.

I'll leave you two alone.

Thanks.

What are you waiting for?
Ask her why she stole millions.

I am choosing my words carefully.

Why?

Well, it's not just a thing
that you blurt out.

It's a hologram. It's not
like you're gonna offend it.

Rude is rude. It doesn't matter
who you offend.

Okay, well, why don't you ask
her what happened nicely?

Okay.

Sandra, how did you get
your business started?

Well, back in my day,

there weren't that many women
on Wall Street,

let alone with their own
investment firms.

My mom wanted me to be
a secretary or a teacher.

But I wanted to own my own business.

I wanted to be in control
of my own life.

Was your mother upset
with your decision?

She was.

But I knew I was doing
the right thing for myself.

Was stealing from your clients
the right thing?

Nick.

That was the single worst choice
of my life.

My heart breaks
for every family that was hurt

because of what I did.

And no family was hurt worse
than ours, Ruby.

We both know that Ben took his own life

because of the horrible choice
that I made.

- Who's Ben?
- Her son.

He was humiliated.

And I have to live
with that fact every single day.

Well, that's odd.

What is odd?

The police report said he died
in a car accident.

A single-car accident off a bridge.

The same day Sandra was arrested.

It's my fault that Ben is gone,

and I understand why
you can't forgive me.

I can't forgive me either.

But I am so thankful
that you took Austin in.

You stepped up and you raised
your nephew as your own.

You always made such good choices, Ruby.

I'm so sorry
that I couldn't do the same.

Ruby, you and Austin
mean everything to me.

I love you, sweetie.

I've known Sandy for years,
and believe me,

she was all heart.

She spent the last few years
giving back to charities.

She was selfless.

Yeah, a selfless thief?

She never intended to steal.

Her cash flow got tight,

and she borrowed from certain
clients to pay off others.

Which is illegal.

She'd be the first to admit
it was a terrible choice.

And a choice that maybe got her killed.

Sandra received a threatening note

shortly before her murder.

And we think it might have been
from one of those clients

she borrowed from.

Mm. And since the court records
are sealed,

uh, you came to ask me
for the list of names.

If you want to solve
your friend's murder.

Happy to share the list, but...

I think you might be
barking up the wrong tree.

And why is that?

Part of Sandra's deal
was to pay restitution

to all of her victims, which she did.

There are certainly other people
out there

that I would be more suspicious of

than her former victims.

Why do I get the sense
that you're thinking

of someone specific?

It's probably nothing,

but the last time I met with Sandra,

her valet Geoffrey
was acting very strange.

He seemed agitated.

And when I asked Sandra about it,

she said that she had just told Geoffrey

that she decided
to take him out of her will.

Did he do something to upset her?

No.

Not at all. After court costs

and paying back her victims,

her fortune was dwindling.

And she wanted to leave
what she had left

to her grandson Austin.

Needless to say, that was
a very uncomfortable meeting.

You okay?

Yeah.

Ever since you met that hologram,

you've been, uh, a little off.

That's a sentence you
don't hear every day.

No, seriously, what's up?

I just think it's this case, you know?

The disconnect between
Sandra and Ruby just...

hits a little close to home for me.

Hmm. You and your mom, uh, fight a lot?

Not anymore.

We haven't spoken
to each other in months.

Why is that?

Hey, fair enough.

I appreciate you asking, though.

But my mom and I...

...it's complicated.

Does she love you?

Yeah.

And you love her?

Yeah.

Then maybe it's not
as complicated as you think.

I was able to lift two sets of prints

off the note Sandra received.

Sandra's, of course,

and also Geoffrey's.

Well, no surprise,

since he received the mail.

Which is why I asked Sandra's lawyer

to send over a few samples
of Geoffrey's handwriting.

They look like a match.

There's only seven words.

Is that really enough to make a match?

Seriously, Nick, you think
that's all I got? Ooh.

- What are we looking at?
- The postmark.

According to it,
the letter originated from a post office

in Boise, Idaho a few weeks ago.

The problem is, that post
office closed two years ago.

- So it's a fake?
- Yep, someone stamped

the envelope to make it look
as though it had been mailed,

but it was actually just
placed inside the mailbox.

And the only person that
had access to the mailbox

other than Sandra was...

Geoffrey.

Mm-hmm.

It's always the butler.

Clear.

Clear.

In here!

You got him?

No.

I think Geoffrey's gone.

And he took Sandra with him.

So Geoffrey bolts and takes his little

hologram friend with him.

Is that considered kidnapping?

My vote is on grave-robbing.

Why not piracy?

Okay, all of the above.

We're thinking
that Geoffrey killed Sandra

because she cut him out of her will.

And since he knew
that we're using her hologram

to help us find the killer,
he took it with him.

Still no hits on the BOLO.

And no cell signal
or credit card purchases

in the last six hours.

He's definitely on the run.

Question is, where to?

As far as we can tell,
he has no family, no friends nearby.

His entire life was dedicated to Sandra.

If anyone could give us an idea
as to where Geoffrey went,

it'd be her.

Yeah, I was thinking the same thing,

so I called the company that created
Sandra's hologram

to request their backup file.

- Ah. Smart.
- They didn't give it up easily.

But once they heard the words
"murder" and "subpoena,"

the file magically appeared in my inbox.

Problem is, the company tech

warned me that the system
is incredibly hard to set up.

And they're located in Switzerland,

so they can't send someone
out here to help us for a week.

We don't have a week.

No, but we do have
an in-house hologram expert.

Okay, I think we just about got it.

Okay, and...

voilà.

Ooh.

No, don't got it.

Uh, Director, you're a man of details.

I see this is at about 33 degrees.

I need it to be at 33.3 degrees.

Oh, forgive me, Ms. Hines.

Oh, no, forgiven.

Like I said before,

crafting holograms
is a matter of precision.

Understood.

Okay.

Ooh, much better.

Pretty cool, huh?

It's incredible.

How'd you learn to do this?

Oh, by practicing on Mr. Belvedere.

On who?

Her pet rat.

You hologrammed your pet rat?

No, that's ridiculous.

Mr. Belvedere is a hamster.

Come on, Director,
who would hologram a rat?

I'm embarrassed I didn't see
the distinction.

Wow, Kase.

She looks just like she did
in her house.

Ugh, should work the same, too.

Sandra, hi again.

We were hoping we could
ask you a few more questions.

That's why I'm here, hon.

What would you like to talk about today?

Your assistant Geoffrey.

Oh.

Well, for starters,
Geoffrey's a big sweetheart.

An enormous help to me.
A blessing from above.

What else would you
like to know about him?

Where is he?

I can't tell you where Geoffrey
is in the moment

because I'm a hologram.

Yeah, yeah, we know.

What we don't know is,
did he like going places?

With me? Sure.

We would hit

at least three farmers markets
every Sunday.

What about without you?

Eh, Geoffrey's no social
butterfly, that's for sure.

But he did like to get away
every once in a while.

Where would he like to go?

Camping. Like you, Ruby.

I'd let him go out onto our land

to recharge whenever he felt
the need to clear his head.

To the same spot I took you
when you were a kid.

There was something magical
about that place.

I just wish I'd taken
you and Ben there more often.

I'm sure you feel the same.

Ms. Hines...

...pull up all the land records

registered to Sandra Holdren.

Yeah, on it.

Okay, she purchased over 1,200 acres

in the backwoods
of Elk Creek, Virginia in 1986.

And still had the deed in her
name at the time of her death.

The camping spot must be
somewhere on that land.

But that is way too big
of a search radius.

We need some kind of direction.

What we need is a guide.

Good seeing you again, Ruby.

Yeah, I appreciate you,
uh, talking to us.

Let's get this over with.

Okay, so I guess we're walking?

For now.

Your mom really lit up when
she talked about this place.

She called it a sanctuary.

Yeah, it was, for me and Ben.

Mom's sanctuary was her office.

Damn.

I thought this bridge was way bigger.

Guess I was just smaller.

I used to climb the railings as a kid.

And one day, when I was, like, 11...

You fell off and broke your arm?

Your mother told me that, too.

You two, uh, old friends now?

Swapping stories over
a glass of Chardonnay?

I drink beer, like you.

Wow, Agent Knight, you just know it all.

I don't know why your mom
called your injury

one of the most memorable times
of her life.

She said that?

The break was so bad, I
couldn't even go to school.

My mom stayed home from work
to take care of me.

We ate all 52 flavors

of Ben & Jerry's in less than two weeks.

That was the last time
she put me before her career.

She did a great job
growing her business.

Problem was, she forgot
to raise her kids.

Did she mention that, too?

She did.

And that she regretted it.

But she was thankful
that your brother Ben

was able to help out at home.

Help out? More like take over.

Ben was my brother,
protector and teacher

and dad all rolled into one.

Sounds like a hell of a guy.

He was the best.

Yet my mom still screwed him over.

What she did was unforgivable.

Ben deserved better.

You're right.

Ben should still be here.

But so should your mom.

You two really think
Geoffrey killed her?

I highly doubt it.

He may be cringey and an ass-kisser,

but he loved my mom.

And he doesn't have the balls
to kill her.

It's a rugged ride. Try to keep up.

Um...

yeah, so you're in my seat.

You coming?

Oh, come on.

I forgot how fun these ATVs are.

Yeah, that was a rush. Right, Nick?

Mm-hmm.

There it is. The old camp.

You really think Geoffrey's there?

I don't think that fire lit itself.

We should walk the rest of the way

so he doesn't hear us coming.

It's too late.

Geoffrey, freeze!

Federal agents!

You're right. ATVs are awesome.

My face is killing me.

Shouldn't have run.

I didn't know who was chasing me.

That was a federal agent.

Your first hint was
when he yelled, "Federal agent!"

Here.

Use that for the swelling.

Seriously?

Oh, yeah, ice machine was broken.

Found those in the, uh,

breakroom freezer. Wontons.

Those are my wontons.

That's my bad.

Why am I here?

"You will pay for what you did."

It's not exactly a love note.

But it does have your handwriting,
and fingerprints on it.

Sandra's hologram told
us where to find it.

Which is why you stole
the hologram system and ran.

You were afraid of what else

Holo-Sandra might say.

Okay.

I left the note, but I didn't steal her.

And I did not kill her.

Then why threaten her?

Because I was angry when
she took me out of her will.

And...

"And"? What?

And...

someone paid me $50,000 to write it.

Who?

I don't know.

One day, out of nowhere,

I got an encrypted email from somebody

who said that they were a victim
of one of her scams.

How were you paid?

Bitcoin.

You don't get 50 grand
to just write a note,

but you do get
that kind of money to do a hit.

I keep telling you, I did not kill her.

I swear on my mother's grave.

We don't accept mothers'
graves as alibis here.

You got another one?

I was at my cousin's wedding
in North Carolina

the night Sandra died.

A hundred people saw me there.

Do you want to see pictures?

All right, so, so much
for Kasie's, uh, theory

that it's always the butler.

Yeah. Her new theory should
be, "It's always the butler

except when the butler has an alibi."

Wait, he's telling the truth?

When Sandra was killed,
he was on a time-stamped video

at a wedding reception

dancing his little heart out.

Chicken dance?

How'd you guess?

I got a sixth sense about these things.

Well, can your sixth sense tell us

who paid Geoffrey to threaten Sandra?

Because whoever's behind this note

is the only suspect we have left.

And unfortunately
they used a special Bitcoin

that is untraceable.

Well, never say "untraceable."

Parker and I came in early

to help Kasie follow
the digital money trail.

The payment and the message

to Geoffrey were both sent
using a Triple D.E.S.

to ensure the output

- was all translated to ciphertext.
- Mm-hmm.

Okay, so obviously we couldn't
isolate an encryption key.

Obviously.

Yeah,
but we were able to find a backdoor

that led us to a digital
wallet belonging to

a Jamie2Shoes147.

Whoever sent Geoffrey the money
used the name Jamie2Shoes

on two of their online accounts
in the past.

Which means it's probably
also their nickname.

And worth running by our, uh,
translucent friend upstairs.

Hey, Sandra,

you know anyone by the name Jamie2Shoes?

Well, yes, of course I do.

And?

And what?

Tell us about 'em.

Tell you about who?

Jamie2Shoes.

Look at this. With you,
she's Chatty Cathy.

- I think it's the way you're asking.
- What?

Sandra, what is Jamie2Shoes' real name?

Government name?

I'm sorry,
I don't understand the question.

Okay, she's got to be tired.

Right, the first tired hologram. Okay.

Sandra,

how did Jamie2Shoes

get such a cool nickname?

Oh, boy,
that was a really long time ago.

I remember it like it was yesterday.

Jamie was running for class president,

and I was helping him prep
for his big debate.

He was so nervous

that he accidentally wore
two different kinds of shoes.

So she went to school with him.

Ask if it was, uh,
college or high school.

College.

Hmm.

Sandra, what is Jamie's last name?

I'm sorry, can you rephrase?

Okay, that's it. I'm out.

Sandra, what did you
and Jamie do for fun?

Ruby,

let's just say we made the most

of our college experience.

I always joke with him that if people

knew half of the stuff we did,
he'd be disbarred.

Is Jamie your lawyer?

The best in the business.

Albert James Beck, aka Jamie2Shoes.

He's been one of Sandra's
closest friends, for 40 years.

So why would he pay Geoffrey
to threaten her life?

You think Beck was trying to frame him

for Sandra's murder?

But why would Beck want Sandra dead

in the first place? What was his motive?

Let's ask him.

Not that easy.

Beck's one of the top
defense attorneys in the state,

and we have no hard evidence,
so he'll just stonewall us.

Yeah, Nick's right.

We better have the goods on this guy

before we haul him in
and accuse him of murder.

Or we could just bring him in

and hope he gives up the goods himself.

You think we can break him
in interrogation?

Not us.

Then who?

When Sandra first told me

she was gonna do this hologram thing,

I thought it's a waste of money.

I was wrong.

This is a beautiful gift

she left behind for Ruby.

Just hope she sees it one day.

We hope so, too. But for now, we, uh...

we appreciate that you're here.
We could really use your help.

As you know, we've been speaking
to Sandra for a few days,

trying to solve her murder.

But as helpful as she's been,

we still have a lot
of unanswered questions.

So we decided to bring
in some of her friends

to help elaborate on some
of what she's been saying.

And since she told us

that you are her best friend...

...we just thought that you
would be the perfect guinea pig

- to start with.
- She said that?

She did.

She really loved you.

Think he's acting?

I think we're about to find out.

So, what can I do for you?

Do you have a suspect?

Yeah. Here. Uh, have a seat.

Actually, uh, now that
you mention it, we do.

We're, uh,

we're looking
for somebody called Jamie2Shoes.

Does that nickname sound familiar?

No, no.

I don't think so.

Are you sure?
Because it does for Sandra.

Sandra, what is your friend
Albert Beck's nickname?

I gave Albert the nickname Jamie2Shoes

back in college.

I don't think he liked it much,

but I did. I made damn sure
that sucker stuck.

I honestly forgot she called me that.

Uh,

we're talking decades ago.

Sandra, what was the most fun

that you and Jamie ever had together?

- What's the point? Uh...
- Oh, that's easy.

The night we graduated,

we both stripped down naked
and we jumped

into the campus fountain.

Thank the Lord it was
before the social media era.

He was so drunk, I'm not sure
he'd even remember that night.

I think he does.

So do I.

Sandra, what was
the darkest time of your life?

My arrest and then the loss of my son,

without question.

Some days, I don't know
how I made it through.

Sandra, where was Jamie
during this time?

Right by my side.

I couldn't have done it without him.

He coached me through the settlement.

He kept me out of prison.

He was much more than just my lawyer.

He was my best friend.

I love Jamie like a brother.

I love you, too, Sandy.

I didn't mean for any of this to happen.

I needed money.

And Ben was an easy target.

Sandra's son?

Sandra never embezzled any money.

I convinced Ben

to help me steal the money,

and then, then I pinned
the whole thing on him.

She was just covering for her son.

So, why kill her now?

She never stopped investigating.

Never let up.

And she was coming too close
to finding out the truth.

I'm so sorry, Sandy.

I'm so sorry,

Sandy.

So, my mom never actually stole
from anyone?

She just pled guilty?

Beck framed your brother.

I can't believe this.

Your mom thought Ben stole the money,

so she covered for him.

She sacrificed herself

so your brother
wouldn't have to go to jail.

I wish I would have known
what really happened.

Why do you think
she never told you the truth?

Even after your brother died?

Because my big brother was my hero

and my best friend.

My mom wasn't going
to take that away from me.

Were you guys able to find
her stolen hologram?

Yes. It was hidden in Beck's office.

Stealing it was part of the plan

to pin the murder onto Geoffrey.

Where is it now?

Here.

Would you like to go see her?

Come on.

I'll be right behind you guys.

Have a seat.

Mom?

Hi.

You ready, Ruby?

Yeah. I think so.

Mom. Hi.

Hi, Ruby.