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I can't hear you.

Louder.

Louder!

That's all for now.

Signing off.

From your Desiree.

She didn't expect to die that night.

Sara Bowman was precise about everything, and dying wasn't on her schedule.

She had no enemies that she knew of.

All in all, her life was pretty unremarkable.

Yet there she was, lying in a pool of her own blood.

The manner of her death violent, unhinged even.

Who would want to kill the altogether unremarkable Sara Bowman?

And then it hit her.

What if she wasn't unremarkable? What if she had a secret life?

Don't we all?

But for some, the secret is a lot darker and a lot more dangerous.

And that's when Detective Stanton started to dig,

because whoever reduced Sara Bowman to a bloody pulp

might be as unremarkable as she was.

Thank you.

That's the best turnout we've had all year.

- Keep writing, Grace Miller. - I couldn't stop if I tried.

You're the best.

Thank you.

Kathleen?

I'll be there on the next flight.

Uh, change of plans. Family.

Take me to the airport, please.

Hi.

- Hi. - Hi.

Um... I didn't expect you to come so soon.

You told me it was urgent.

Yeah. Are you staying?

I don't know. Am I?

I... Yes. Of... Yeah. Come in.

Okay.

Wow. The old place looks a lot like the old place.

Oh, the plays that we used to put on in here.

We'd invite all the neighborhood kids, remember?

You wrote the plays, Grace. I just made the popcorn.

Coffee?

Wine?

Yeah.

So, why did you leave him? Was there someone else?

You don't think I could come to that realization on my own?

- Here, give me that. - No, I got it.

Just give it to me. Thank you.

Um, Kath, why am I here?

I mean, seriously, are you okay?

I mean, do you need anything? Do you need money?

That would explain the vintage.

Oof. You never change.

I haven't had to.

Well, I have.

And I'm good.

And I'm getting better.

That's great. That's great.

Because the last I heard, you were addicted to pills

and you walked out on your son.

Okay, no. I didn't have a choice. When I asked for a divorce,

Jonathan wanted me gone and he wouldn't let me leave with Kevin.

You always had a choice.

I kicked the meds.

- Great. - Yup.

And I put that degree to good use and got a job.

I teach high school.

Drama and English.

And... I'm good at it.

And now I'm going for custody of Kevin.

I know that Jonathan's rich and connected.

He's not gonna win this time. I will not let him.

He thinks that women are expendable and that I'll just cave.

I cannot.

Medium tea, medium coffee.

- Give me the money! Come on! Come on! - Whoa, hey.

Pick it up! Move it, pick it up!

- Gimme your wallet. Your phone. - Okay. All right.

Okay.

No!

- Easy. - Hey, where's my coffee?

Oh, got it. Thank you.

Come on. Hi. Did he pay?

- No. - Oh, Christ.

- He never pays for anything. - Damn it.

Trouble finds you, Detective. That's all I'm saying.

- I must be in the right job. - Perhaps.

Regardless, let's get you home.

You got a week off.

I can finally finish renovating my kitchen.

Mmm, on that, uh, don't call me about tile samples.

- You know you want to weigh in. - I've already made your decision for you.

Spanish tile. Case closed.

We co-own the house,

and I just need your approval to get a mortgage on my half.

- Is that gonna be enough? - For legal fees, it'll help.

I'm working on other things too, so...

What kind of other things, Kathleen?

Well, I have proof that Jonathan is stealing from the family trust,

and if that goes public, it'll ruin him.

Kathleen, that's blackmail.

Yeah. I'm sorry, what makes you so pure all of a sudden?

You make a fortune writing books about women getting murdered.

No, no, no.

If you had read any of my books,

you would know that they're about the exploitation of women

and misogyny and the patriarchy

and how we do so very little to protect the most vulnerable.

Okay? So you do you.

Okay. Grace.

Grace, Jonathan's gonna try to destroy me in court as the bad mother...

hooked on pills, who abandoned her son.

I'm so afraid I'm gonna lose him.

I didn't even expect you to come.

Well, of course I'm gonna come.

We're sisters. If you need me, I'm here.

A-Actually, I wanted you to need me a whole lot sooner, but...

Scoot over.

- Okay, it's not... - Scooch.

- There's no thunder or lightning. - Oh, isn't there though?

Okay, well, don't hog the blanket.

Old habits die hard.

It's gonna be okay. It's okay.

I'm so glad you're here.

I'm right here.

Hey! You with the saw!

Morning.

One more and I'm done.

Measure twice.

Cut once.

Hi!

- Hey. - I hope you don't mind.

Uh, the gate was wide open,

so I just thought I'd come over and say hi.

I like your house. In another life, I'd probably be flipping houses.

Thanks. I'm not flipping it. It's mine.

Really? It's my favorite house on the block.

Oh, um, I brought you coffee. Fresh.

Thanks. Um, you know, I... I quit caffeine.

Okay.

So you are an un-caffeinated homeowner with a miter saw.

Well, it's very nice to meet you, neighbor. Um.

My sister lives next door. Her name's Kathleen. Do you know her?

Oh, yeah. Just to say hi. Ed. Ed Jennings.

Hi. Grace Miller.

- Hold on a second. I'll be right back. - Oh, okay.

Oh.

- Yeah? I thought that was you. - Yeah.

I see your picture every time I pick up your books.

I'd be happy to sign it for you if you have a pen.

- Right. That's a thing. Here you go. - It is a thing.

But maybe I should be asking for your autograph,

Detective Ed Jennings, D.C. Police Homicide.

- Are you stalking me? - No, I'm Googling you.

Uh, Detective Ed Jennings who cracked a cold case

and arrested the ex-husband of the murdered woman.

Wow. Congratulations.

Just part of the job.

Oh, take credit for it. You've earned it.

What I earned is a week off.

- A whole week off! - Yeah, yeah.

I was planning on learning how to miter corners.

Wow. And then maybe we could figure out a murder.

Fictional, right? You're not going to kill anyone?

I can't tell you that.

Okay, so next week's essay is going to be on Hamlet.

How would Hamlet feel in our digital age?

@HamletTheDane would love Twitter.

To tweet or not to tweet, that is the question.

That's good. All right, that's your essay.

Have a good day.

Rand, don't be late with this one, okay?

Hey, Rand. Hi.

Did you hear what I said? Don't be late.

What are you doing? What is going on?

You are normally a very good student when you apply yourself.

Lately...

- Do you want to talk about anything? - No. Don't be late.

Got it.

- Mrs. Breezewood... - Grace, hi.

Hey, Kath.

Another time.

Uh, you know that cute white embroidered top you have?

- It's sleeveless. Can I borrow it tonight? - Yeah, no, go for it.

You going somewhere?

Oh, well, I met your neighbor and I'm going to see him later,

and he's homicide, so obviously marriage made in heaven.

You move fast.

Just for consulting purposes.

Right. Well, why don't you marry him and we could live next door to each other?

Hey, Kath, did you build a safe room?

Um...

Not exactly. I, um... I'm gonna explain that later.

But if you want to stay out tonight and have a good time, please do.

- I have papers to grade. - No, no, no. You're cooking.

You're the only Miller sister that can cook.

Okay. I'll see you later. Bye.

Hi, honey.

Hi, Mommy.

- How are you? - Good.

Do you know what? Your Auntie Gracie is staying here right now,

and she can't wait to see you.

When?

- Um, when you come live here. - Okay, Kevin's gotta go. It's dinner time.

- Say, "Bye-bye, Mommy." - Bye-bye, Mommy.

Kevin... Jonathan...

Hello.

Uh... no, tonight's not good.

Okay. Ju... Just the one, though.

All right. Okay.

- Let's review what we know. - Okay.

Cops break into a room. Door's locked from the inside.

- Windows are locked. - Body in the middle of the room.

- Male. - Right.

Gunshot wound, fatal.

Now, we've ruled out suicide. Angle of the shot.

So, it's not about the why, it's about the how.

So, how did the killer get out of the room

after murdering the victim when the door was locked from inside?

That's a pretty devious plot you got.

- Ah, ah... - Hmm.

Some kind of evil force.

- You mean like a ghost? - Yeah, not really your thing.

- No. - Okay.

Secret entrance.

Like a trap door?

We're sure he's dead?

The coroner certified the death certificate

because he was bribed by the so-called victim...

- Yeah. - ...who was faking his death,

and he is really alive!

You're a little too happy about it, but yes, finally.

All right, the kitchen is a war zone.

Fridge there, sink under the window. Stove's going in here,

and I'm trying to figure out if an island will crowd the space.

- Oh. Right here? - Yeah.

Hmm.

- Should we take it for a test run? - Yeah. What?

Test run. You stand here.

I'm at the island chopping things right now.

- E-Excuse me, can I have the frying pan? - Sure.

- Here. - Thank you.

And I have to put something in the dishwasher.

Ah, there was a dirty cup there. Maybe you could get that for me.

Seems a little crowding's got its advantages.

Say it.

Say it louder. I can't hear you!

Good thing we recycle.

- Uh-oh. - Son of a...

So, if you're gonna be here for a couple more days...

Uh-huh. I am.

- And I will. - Will what?

Want to see you again.

- It's that obvious? - It's kind of obvious, yeah.

Wait, let me see one more time.

- Yeah. Mm-hmm. I want to see you again. - Again. All right.

- We had an incredible night. - It was okay.

I had an incredible night.

And let's do more.

More of this, but, you know, no expectations, just...

Why not? You know, I have a few expectations.

- Yeah? - Yeah.

But, Detective, I don't need a police escort home. I'm okay.

- Right. Okay. - Yeah. Thank you, though.

Grace, look out!

- Maybe I do. - You might.

Good night, Grace.

Okay.

Kath?

I'm home!

Kath, where are you?

Oh my God. I just had the best date ever.

Kath?

Kathleen? Kathleen?

No, no. Oh my God. Holy shit. Oh my God.

Grace?

Hey, Grace. Hey, I got you. I got you. Come here. Come here.

Who's inside?

Okay, okay. Stay here. Stay here.

Stay back. Stay back.

Please. Please.

Please. Please. Please.

Please.

Grace?

She was probably so scared.

She was in there all alone.

I wasn't with her.

She's in there now. I'm not with her.

You'll be with her soon. I promise.

Just not now, okay?

You know how it goes, what needs to be done.

This your case?

No, I was first on the scene. I live next door. Is this strangulation?

Some kind of ligature.

Dude, what are you doing here?

Why am I here?

We got a week off.

I owe you.

Oh no, no, no. Uh, I haven't agreed to this yet.

Ben, it happened next door when Grace was with me. I owe it to her.

You're owing a lot of people tonight.

It's her sister.

Wouldn't feel right letting someone else work this.

So we're supposed to get the captain to assign this one to us

because of some famous writer that you just met.

Right. They've taken the statement from her.

- She's with the body now. - No, I'm still not in.

You're always there for me. You never let me down.

You owe me.

Have a seat.

I'm... really sorry for your loss, Ms. Miller,

and I know that this is a difficult time,

but we have to ask you a few questions.

- Now... - Here you go.

Thank you.

Did your sister ever mention anyone threatening her?

Anyone that you know who might want to hurt her?

Her ex-husband, Jonathan Breezewood.

Uh, what makes you say that?

Because she was fighting for full custody of their son.

And she had evidence that he was involved in... in some kind of fraud or something.

I don't know.

- Jonathan Breezewood? - The third.

His family's really connected and rich. He's a big shot attorney.

Did you know about your sister's clients?

What are you talking about? She was a teacher.

She connected to clients via webcam. The site was called Fantasy Inc.

Oh my God.

And from the looks of the clothes we found,

she was working as a dominatrix.

I don't...

Let's get you to a hotel.

If you're uncomfortable being alone,

we can have someone stay there with you if you want.

I don't want to be alone, and I don't...

- We have people who... - Can I stay at your place?

I mean, I hadn't seen her for five years,

and the first two minutes I started a fight with her.

The bedroom's under construction, so take the couch. I'll take the chair.

Try to get some rest.

Stop blaming yourself.

Who else?

The killer.

Morning.

Herbal tea?

No coffee?

Caffeine's the problem.

Caffeine is the point.

Nope.

You should try to ignore those.

It's already all over the news, social media.

There's a couple news trucks outside already.

Listen. Uh, can we keep what she was doing confidential?

The least we can do is protect her son from this part.

Absolutely.

And, uh... I want to help on the case.

- Grace... - No, no.

I know this is not one of my books, but this is personal.

This is real and personal. She is my sister.

That's why you need to stay away from it.

But we both know that the first 48 hours are the most important.

It's not your job to catch the killer, it's mine, and I will get him,

but you cannot put yourself in any danger.

Can I... Can I go get my stuff?

- I will get it. - No, no, no.

You don't know where to look.

Forensics is gone, isn't it?

Okay. You said I know police protocol, so I'm gonna go.

I will not contaminate anything.

I promise.

Okay.

There she is.

Grace, Grace, do you have any comment for us? Grace!

Detective Jennings, what about you? Is this case similar to your last case?

Is the ex-husband a suspect like before?

Any comment at all?

Jennings.

Mm-hmm.

Yeah, like 20 minutes ago.

Grace?

Have you spoken to her ex-husband?

He was at home last night hosting a political fundraiser.

Maybe he had her killed.

I mean, he's the likeliest suspect. She was going to blackmail him.

If he had her killed, we'll find out.

And her... her body.

She was, uh... She was twisted, and her arms were out,

and her... her feet were crossed like she was on a cross.

Is that... intentional?

- Grace, we should go. - How did she die?

Please.

Uh...

He, uh, came in through the back door.

Smashed a pane of glass.

Left a shoe print in the dirt. Sneaker size 11.

No fingerprints. He was careful.

Likely wore gloves.

Did he steal anything?

Not that we could tell.

So, he was really after her.

This is what you want. Say it! Say it!

Uh, she had marks on her neck, right?

What... What did he use?

We don't know yet.

That's all for now. Good night.

Did she have any clients last night?

We're finding out.

Is there a timeline?

What we know is that she ran the shower,

but never got in.

Desiree.

I saw bruises on her, uh...

On her neck and her... her chest and her arms.

She fought him.

Grace, we really should go.

Okay.

We were so sorry to hear about Kathleen.

We didn't know her personally, but she was a true professional.

Gentlemen.

Her character, Desiree, was becoming very popular with some of our clients.

Let's talk about those clients.

Why? Do you think this has something to do

with the work she did for us?

Let's focus on her client list.

Well, I will tell you what I can, but I'm sure there's no connection.

For the most part, her clients were out of the country.

There's a significant percentage, maybe 30%, within the U.S.

Who, uh, has access to your, uh...

Performers?

We call them performers. They're true artists.

And who knows the identity of your performers?

Just me, my mother, and my brother. It's a family business.

Everything is within the law,

and we have the highest standards

when it comes to protecting the identities of both our clients and our performers.

- Do you record all the sessions? - Yes, of course.

For liability purposes and creative reasons.

Sometimes we give feedback.

We're going to need all of Desiree's sessions.

Oh, and that list.

Do you have a warrant?

Yeah, we think of everything.

So, how's our best-selling author today?

I don't know, man.

Really? What? The, uh, bloom's off the rose?

No rose, no bloom. I just tried...

Yeah, to help her make it through the night.

You got something you want to say, Ben?

Not really, Ed.

Just that when you wade in, you go hip-deep.

Sandy White Underwood, principal of the academy.

Our heartfelt condolences.

Kathleen was such a gifted teacher. We're absolutely devastated by her loss.

Thank you.

Oh, it was supposed to be right here. I'm sorry. I'll be right back. Excuse me.

Sorry to bother you.

We're so sorry. We really loved Mrs. Breezewood.

She wasn't like the others.

You really wanted to listen to her in class,

and, like, she really got how we were feeling.

Yeah, she was hard on me, but she was right.

Thank you. Thank you all.

Everything that was in her locker, we put in this box.

Thank you, Billy.

I'll leave you alone. Take your time, and if you need anything...

Hey.

- You're one of Kathleen's students. - Mm-hmm. Jerald Baxter.

I... My mother's Senator Baxter from Missouri.

The Show-Me State.

She... She won't let me say Missouri without adding that.

I'm really sorry about Kathleen.

I mean, Mrs. Breezewood.

How did she die?

Sorry. Inappropriate. Um...

Do the police have any suspects?

I don't know.

- I guess it could have been random. - Most murders aren't.

You mean someone wanted her dead?

Well, I mean, that's a question that the police are going to ask,

and they're probably going to ask it here.

Mr. Sachs got her upset.

Who?

He does maintenance. Billy Sachs.

Thank you, Billy.

I saw him talking to Mrs. Breezewood the other day, and she looked upset.

And I heard her ask him not to tell anyone.

She didn't mention it to me,

so I can't imagine she would be that upset.

I wouldn't talk to anyone about this. That's spreading rumors.

Oh, uh, I'm sorry.

I... I just thought...

You know, in case it was useful.

Hey.

Listen, thank you so much for getting my sister's stuff. I really appreciate it.

Oh, it's been so hard to be here today.

You know, seeing this life that she had, how much her students adored her...

She was so beautiful.

She could have been on TV with those looks, you know.

And I don't know, I guess in a way she kind of was.

It's okay, Billy. I know that you know.

I mean, everybody has secrets, right?

Don't we?

I told her I knew so she'd be careful.

Well, that was kind.

She didn't take it that way.

- Did she think you were threatening her? - I wasn't. That's the last thing.

Well, she overreacted, right?

She just was shocked that you knew.

H-How did you know?

I only watched Desiree that one time.

You were a client?

No.

I...

Okay, you know what? I... I don't understand.

You knew about Desiree, but you weren't a client,

so how did you know?

He shows me the girls.

Their tapes.

I recognized her.

Her voice.

- The way she moves. - Her... I'm sorry, who is... who is he?

My cousin.

He's the webcam guy at Fantasy Inc.

Singapore, Bangalore, Geneva, Glasgow, Newark.

The money these people are spending on these fantasies...

We're in the wrong business, my friend.

- Florida. - Hi.

- Hey, Grace. How are you doing? - I'm good.

- Can we talk? - Yeah. Yeah, sure.

- In here. - It's all in there.

The evidence of fraud that Kathleen was collecting on Jonathan.

And I found it in her things at school,

which to me means that she was afraid he'd get access to the house.

Now, if Kathleen having this isn't motive enough

for him wanting her dead, I... I don't know.

Did he know that she had this?

His alibi is solid.

So, that's it? That clears him?

For now, yes. I have to go.

No, no, no. Wait, wait, wait. I'm sorry. Um...

I want to apologize for this morning. I'm sorry.

You're going through a lot.

It doesn't give me a free pass to be rude to you, so I'm sorry.

- Have you gone to Fantasy Inc.? - Grace!

I'm gonna take that as a yes, and I'm also going to take it

that you're not gonna tell me what you learned.

- Correct. - Which is fine.

But then I'm not gonna tell you what I learned.

Unless you want to trade?

I don't do trades. But if you have material evidence...

Inelegant of me.

Let's not call it a trade.

Let's call it a request.

I assume that you have video of Kathleen as Desiree,

and I would like to see it.

I would like to see her. Before you tell me that's a horrible idea,

I just... I want you to think about what... what it would mean to me.

And in the meantime, of course I'm gonna tell you what I know.

And it is material.

Webcam guy at Fantasy Inc. likes to watch. Let's go.

Richie!

It's the police.

Richie Gorman.

What's he done now?

I don't sell the information or anything.

I'd never do that. It's just for me.

I mean, I work there. I have a right to check out the performers.

No. No, you don't.

I only told my cousin. That's it.

If Billy has anything to do with this, it's his fault.

Ma'am.

Your cousin.

He works maintenance at her school,

but he's the only one I told.

- That's it? - That's it. I swear.

No need for swearing, Richie.

Either way, we're going to find out.

I'll answer your question because you turned us on to him.

He knew Kathleen's identity.

He says he only gave it to his cousin, the janitor at school.

We are following up on both of them.

That's it. That is all that I know.

Or that's all you're gonna tell me.

- Don't play that game. - This isn't a game!

I'm sorry. What I meant is...

What you meant is don't interfere. Right?

But don't think I'm just gonna order sandwiches for my sister's funeral,

and that's it.

Fine. But stay out of my investigation. And stay out of trouble.

It's a peace offering.

It's teas from around the world. There's a tea for every occasion in there.

Um, a sleepy-time tea,

a tea to ease the stress of modern living,

a tea to awaken the senses.

Thanks.

I'm gonna go.

Stay.

Good evening. Let's begin.

Did you feel that?

Did it hurt... right where it should?

Is that how you like it?

You've been naughty, haven't you?

So, we got, uh, shoe prints by the back door.

Sneakers, male, size 11.

This is Carol Hayes, a real estate agent and also Fantasy Inc. artist.

It all fits. We got ourselves a serial killer.

How'd we hear about this one?

I... You won't believe it.

I'd like to ask that this be kept confidential.

Got a family.

A wife. My law firm.

I'm risking my reputation

because I did the right thing and called 911.

You're cooperating with us. We'll cooperate with you, Mr. Marks.

Take us through it, step by step.

Well, it was going along as usual.

Roxanne... I mean, she's quite special.

We have a... We have a good rapport.

Then all of a sudden...

Here's what's going to happen.

Help me!

Help me!

Like I said, I... I didn't know if it was part of her act, or...

I mean, is she okay? Roxanne?

It's a good thing that you called this in, Mr. Marks. But it wasn't an act.

Look, I need these kinds of online interactions.

I need to keep the complications to a minimum.

I have low blood sugar.

Mmm. Yeah.

So, uh...

And Daddy will see you after school, okay, honey?

Alright, go on in.

Grace, how are you?

You haven't been taking my calls.

That's okay, I understand. We're all absolutely heartbroken.

- How's Kevin? - He's doing fine.

His grief counselor and therapist recommended

that he doesn't come to the funeral today. His age, and the trauma...

- Of losing his mother. Yeah. - Here we go.

It's always the husband.

Didn't the police tell you I was hosting a fundraiser that night?

I must have shaken a hundred hands.

You wanted her gone.

Why would I? She didn't figure in my life or Kevin's.

God, she was so strong.

You didn't break her. She was going to take you on.

You know those files Kathleen was collecting on me?

They're baseless. Just one more bad decision.

Oh yeah, and I know how she was making that extra money.

The list of suspects gets to be a long one when it comes to a dead hooker.

You're distraught.

So I'm going to let that go.

Don't come to the funeral.

Well, of course I'll be there. I'm the grieving husband.

- Captain? - Go!

Yes, Captain. So, both victims were dominatrix.

Uh, not really sure of the plural.

Dominatrixes, and I'm only guessing.

Oh. Sounds right.

Uh... so both worked for the adult site Fantasy Inc.

A number of similarities between the two murders.

Method of entry, shoe print, uh, a lack of physical evidence,

and, uh, similar posing of the bodies.

As in?

Ankles crossed, arms outstretched. A lot like crucified on a cross.

Inventive, if not theologically confused.

Son of God, not daughter of God. Calculated or careless.

You don't have this figured out by now? You're my closer.

Thought we had something.

Kid who works at Fantasy Inc. has access to the women's identities.

He's got an airtight alibi the night of the murders.

Same as his cousin who he shared the information with, same with the ex.

Come back with something.

Yes, ma'am.

Captain, ma'am.

Word is you and the victim's sister.

Yeah. Don't give me that look. You know what I'm going to say.

We can leave it at that.

Can we?

I know where to draw the line.

Kathleen was my little sister.

She wanted me to know how much her life had changed.

She discovered that...

that she loved to teach.

And she loved her students.

But most of all...

she loved Kevin.

Her son.

Her reason to live.

So losing her like this,

well, it's really hard.

There was so much promise and hope and motivation.

My baby sister.

I was privileged to have known her, and to have loved her,

and to have been loved by her.

Thank you.

Let us pray.

Thank you for being here.

Thank you for having us.

Thank you, Father. Thank you.

Hi.

- Thank you both for coming. - Real sorry, Grace.

The forensics team's done with the house.

You're free to move back in, unless that's...

Oh yeah, no. I'm definitely going to be moving in.

Jonathan Breezewood was spying on Kathleen.

He knew about Desiree.

He knew about the file that she was keeping on him,

and he admitted that to me.

So what does that tell you about motive?

The eulogy was beautiful, Grace.

We'll be in touch.

Excuse me. Can I have a second? Thank you so much.

The funeral is Invitation only.

Kathleen wouldn't want you here. I don't want you here.

Careful, Grace.

I won't have you tarnish my good name.

Now, reign in your overactive imagination, or I will do it for you.

Senator!

I'm sorry, I shouldn't be here.

No, no. It's okay, Jerald.

I'm so glad you could be here.

Mrs. Breezewood said one time that lilies mean innocence.

Mmm.

You see them at funerals because they symbolize

that death restores innocence to the departed.

At least, that's what our grandmother told us.

I sent them. The lilies.

Jerald.

Apologies, Ms. Miller. My son has problems with boundaries.

Oh no. Jerald has been nothing but thoughtful.

My sincere condolences. Martha Baxter.

Thank you, Senator. Thank you so much for coming.

Jerald.

- Hey. - Grace.

I've got something.

Hi, Captain Rivera. I am Grace Miller, Kathleen Breezewood's sister.

I know who you are, and I want to say how very sorry I am for your loss.

- We all are. - Thank you.

I just need five minutes of your time, please.

Detective Jennings, will you join us?

Hmm.

It's an in memoriam card. It was sent to the church.

It says, "Desiree, now you are where you belong."

We'll have the card checked for prints. Thank you for bringing that in.

Sure. Uh, Captain, I really think that I can contribute a lot

to this investigation.

Detective, have you made any promises to Ms. Miller?

God no, he's been keeping me away from everything,

but there's a second victim now.

Captain, I have an instinct for motive.

I mean, it's why my books are so successful.

I can get inside the mind of a killer, especially the ones that prey on women.

Do you know how long it took the NYPD to find the Times Square rapist?

Eight months.

And I came in, I studied the case, and they caught the guy three days later.

So all I'm saying is you can use me as an asset.

Fresh thinking sometimes makes all the difference, you know?

Let me in on this. I promise you you will not regret it.

Grace, I read your books cover to cover the minute I can get my hands on them.

You really are one of the most astute profilers out there.

I just can't see you contributing to this case.

Okay, well, let's just take the bodies, for instance.

They look like they're in the same pose, but there is a difference between them.

Like, Kathleen's body, it looks... haphazard,

like they just left her in her very last moment.

Whereas the second victim, it's like he took more care with her,

to pose her maybe in a position that mimicked Kathleen's.

Which we already discussed.

How he poses the bodies, suggesting a motive meant to mislead us.

Okay. Why dominatrixes, two of them? What's that about?

Well, something that Ed... Uh...

Sorry, Detective Jennings said,

uh, was that maybe it was about control.

And I really think that that is the key to finding the motive.

Or maybe it's random.

Listen, it can't be both.

- Detective Jennings... - Captain.

...I'm approving Grace Miller as a consultant.

Give her all the access she needs.

I like your captain. She's decisive.

"Fresh thinking can make all the difference," huh?

Ed, I respect what you do, your expertise. How about you do the same for me?

We're results-driven here, Grace. In the real world, that's how it works.

Okay, you know what?

You want me to believe that Jonathan Breezewood is not a suspect.

I'll keep an open mind.

Sorry. Um, we just got tape on the Carol Hayes murder.

"Give her all the access she needs."

So, here's what's going to happen.

Help me!

Help me!

Desiree.

What was that? What did he say? Go back.

Desiree.

So, not random.

- You okay? - Mm-hmm.

Hey. We traced the card. It came with flowers sent to the church.

What kind of flowers?

Roses. We got the name on the credit card.

- Okay. - Let's go. All of us.

Desiree? That's not a name a man forgets.

And this Kathleen Breezewood? No idea.

You sent flowers to her funeral. Charged to your credit card.

Yeah. Flowers by Emily.

Funeral arrangement, with this handwritten note.

It's not my handwriting.

Is it your son's? Your son is Rand Morgan, right?

Kathleen Breezewood was his teacher.

Where was Rand on the evening of the 10th?

The 10th. At the Kennedy Center with my wife.

- And he was there the whole night? - Rand wasn't feeling well.

I had my driver take him home at the intermission.

What size shoe is your son?

Size 11, or so.

Mr. Morgan, we'd like to speak with your son.

Now would be great.

That night at the Kennedy Center, you weren't feeling well, remember?

The driver brought you home at intermission

and you were here till we came back.

Yeah.

You can prove you were here? You never left the house.

I was here. The housekeeper saw me.

We're gonna have to talk to her.

And did you use your father's credit card

to order flowers to Kathleen Breezewood's funeral?

No, I have my own credit card.

And no, I didn't send flowers.

No, I mean, why? The class did.

Hi.

How did you feel about my sister?

How do you mean?

Well, you told me that she was hard on you.

- Yeah. - Were you attracted to her?

No. No, no, no. She was old.

Older.

I mean, no, she was... she was hot. But...

- Rand. - No, she asked.

I didn't think about her outside of class. Even in class.

Okay?

Our housekeeper's information.

Thank you for your time. We'll get back to you.

Good work.

Look at these kids. They've got it made.

There's killers in every tax bracket.

- What do you think, Grace? The kid? - He's definitely hiding something.

Writer's instinct? Had to be him that used the credit card

to send the flowers and the card. That's what he's hiding.

He's too smart to be that blatant. There's something else.

That's all for now.

Good night.

Desiree.

We've got three clients

who had regular meetings with Desiree and Roxanne.

- Locals? - London, Paris, Berlin.

Contact Interpol.

I'll check in with immigration, find out if any of them are in D.C. now.

There's been another attack. This one survived.

There's blood on the blade. Lab will get us results real quick.

What's the victim's name?

- Bethany Knowles. - Thank you.

Hey, Bethany. I'm Detective Jennings.

This is my partner, Detective Parker, and this is Ms. Miller.

How are you doing?

My husband was out with the kids.

We keep them away when I'm working.

Thank God they got back at the right time.

Can you tell us about him, the guy that attacked you?

Uh...

Bethany, we want you to know

how incredibly relieved we are that you're okay,

and really how brave you are.

You fought him off,

and there's blood on the knife,

which is evidence,

and that's gonna help us put this guy away.

He was... white.

Six feet or so.

His strength surprised me.

Did he call you by a name?

Desiree.

And why did his strength surprise you?

Because he seemed so young.

How young?

Like a teenager.

He was wearing a really fancy watch.

Sorry, what do you mean, fancy?

Gold, silver?

Gold.

With those little faces inside that tell time all over the world.

You know. Expensive.

A search warrant?

Hey. Size 11s.

This search warrant is just fishing!

Are you going to round up every kid with a size 11 shoe?

How long you had this?

Rand's wrestling team won State two years ago.

The coaches got them all one, even the student managers.

He never wears it.

- You been out tonight? - He hasn't left the place.

Is that true? Is that what the cameras are going to show?

I went for a walk in the park.

Take off your shirt.

- Uh... - It's in the warrant.

Do it.

- Care to explain that? - Don't answer.

In here.

- Where's Grace? - Wherever she wants to be.

What do you want?

Whatever it is that you haven't told me so far.

I told you. My cousin Richie works for Fantasy Inc.

He's the one who told me about your sister. That's it.

Who else did he tell?

I don't want anyone else getting in trouble.

Trust me, okay? Rand Morgan is in plenty of trouble already.

He told him.

Richie. About Desiree.

Him and Richie.

They're...

together.

They don't want anyone else to know.

He's tech-savvy. I mean, that set-up in his room?

Sneakers size and print matched the prints at all three crime scenes.

The mud on his runners is not a match.

The gold watch.

You can buy it in some recognition gifts catalog.

It's real gold and expensive, but nowhere near as rare as it looks.

He was gone from the house tonight for 90 minutes.

The composite sketch from Bethany's description could be him.

Lab says it's not his blood on Bethany Knowles' knife.

So, you buy his story about cutting his arm

when he jumped a fence in the park?

Look, we've got his computer. He spent time on Fantasy Inc.

He looked at Desiree five times.

- Also Roxanne and Bethany. - It could be a curiosity.

Ed, look, I know you're playing devil's advocate, but come on.

The evidence against the kid is stacking up.

Okay, Rand is not the killer.

Rand is Richie's boyfriend.

Richie is the kid from Fantasy Inc.

And Rand is not out to his dad yet.

Which, to me... I am willing to bet money that Rand and Richie were together

at the time of the other murders.

And, obviously, I agree with Ed on curiosity.

That's good work, Grace.

Can I have five?

Writer's instincts.

Paid off.

Uh, tell me about Desiree.

It was her creation.

It takes talent and imagination for performance.

Your sister had both.

A lot of clients are missing Desiree right now.

In fact, it's having a big impact on our business.

I have, uh, been interviewing a few new ones,

but they'll never be another Desiree.

What if there is?

This is your Desiree.

I'm in the mood... to play.

This is what you want.

Say it! Say it!

Grace, hey. Come in.

Kitchen cabinets arrived. Flat front panel.

Going for modern.

Look, uh, so,

I was gonna go over and see you.

I respect you, Grace. What you bring to this. I'm only...

wanting you to stay safe.

If anything ever happened to you, I would lose my mind.

Grace.

Once isn't going to be enough.

Good morning.

Mmm.

It's a very good morning.

Any regrets?

None.

It's only going to get more complicated from here.

- Oh. - Here.

Hmm. Meeting in an hour.

Mm-hmm.

Free donuts are a thing, though. And they are delicious.

Mm-mm.

- Hey, man. - Hey.

I was planning an intervention with the two of you this morning,

but apparently there's a change in the weather.

- Morning, everybody. - Okay, let's get this party started.

Uh, we confirmed that Rand was with his Fantasy Inc. friend

both nights in question.

And we began questioning students at Kathleen Breezewood's school,

starting with her English and drama students.

This may be the way to go, but that is only one possibility.

I actually thought of another possibility.

What if we bait the killer out into the open...

by using me as the bait?

I'd become Fantasy Inc.'s new Desiree.

Same name, same playroom, similar outfit.

And I trigger the killer to come after me.

- Come on. - Fantasy Inc. agreed to this?

Honestly, they're willing to do whatever it takes to solve this,

and... so am I.

It's worth a shot.

Hold on. You can't be good with this.

She's about motivation, and instinct, and solving murders on paper,

not in the line of fire.

Okay, well, I have a lot of thoughts on motive,

but this gets us there a lot faster before someone else has to die.

- That someone could be you. - Grace, you got guts.

And a twisty mind.

Let's do it.

- Come... Captain! - Save it.

Weather changes awful fast around here.

I'm sorry. I didn't tell you

because I thought you would try to talk me out of it.

Well, you got that right.

Good evening. Desiree is back.

I can't hear you. Louder.

Say it!

Say it!

So let's begin.

This is what you want. This is what you need.

Can you jump back to camera A for me?

So, how long do you think

before he realizes that there's another Desiree?

He might be smart enough to wait a while.

Just got word, Jonathan Breezewood's acting attorney

for a real estate conglomerate

with some ties to pretty sketchy investors.

If he wanted to put a hit out, he knew who to call.

I don't know. I know Jonathan Breezewood.

I can see him wanting Kathleen dead, but the other two, it's just...

Copycat murders. Wouldn't be the first time.

- Two killers? - Fresh thinking.

Follow up on Breezewood, and go to that school.

Your copycat killer, if he exists, could be in those classrooms.

I don't think I even spoke to Mrs. Breezewood. Ever.

I was always hoping she'd notice me.

I wasn't really into, you know, drama or English.

Anything struck you as unusual?

Mm-mmm.

How about her relationship with her students?

It's good.

Your teacher was murdered. Time to speak up if you know anything.

I really liked her. Everyone did.

I... I just can't imagine anyone from this school

doing that to Mrs. Breezewood.

I bet any of those kids could have hacked into the site

without leaving tracks.

All they have to do to hide their IP address is

hack into some unprotected system outside the country.

You're really off your game, Randy.

Don't call me that.

I got you down. Held you down and kept you there, Randy.

Kathleen?

Or should I say Desiree?

- You get off watching her? - Think this is a joke?

No, the only joke is the cops think I killed her.

And bro, you were the one who was obsessed with her.

I saw the way you looked at her.

She's my Kathleen! My Kathleen!

You're not gonna get it.

- No, that's cool. - You know I hate... Jennings.

Thanks.

What is going on?

Rand Morgan's in the ER. His father said Jerald's the one who put him there.

Hey. Stay sharp.

- What happened? - Jerald Baxter tried to kill him!

Rand.

He lost it

when I said that I... I knew she was Desiree.

He, uh... he called her his Kathleen.

Speech for the Missouri Beef Alliance.

It's a good thing they don't know I've turned vegetarian.

You know the rules.

Jerald, when I speak to you, I expect you to respond.

I know the rules.

Only you can use your device at dinner.

I'm taking you to a therapist.

Since that teacher's funeral, you've been...

We have grief counselors coming tomorrow.

Be in front of the school at 10:30.

Mom, I hardly knew her.

I feel bad, but I'll get over it.

There. Just saved you 10k.

If my only concern in parenting you were tied to a dollar figure,

I never would have had you.

Grace. We just issued an arrest warrant for Jerald Baxter.

We got our killer.

- You have enough evidence to charge him? - Enough to question him.

And all the evidence we thought we had on Rand Morgan actually points to Baxter.

Even the composite sketch.

Okay. You know his mom's a senator,

so we got to make sure that evidence is solid.

We'll get it. Thank you, Grace, for all of your insights,

and obviously for being willing to put yourself out there.

But at the end of the day, it's solid police work that gets us there.

So, we can all stand down and you can get out of that costume.

Okay, boys. Let's pack it up and go home.

- I've an arrest warrant for Jerald Baxter. - What?

For the murders of Kathleen Breezewood and Carol Hayes...

This is ridiculous.

...and the attempted murder of Bethany Knowles.

- Who's your captain? - Where is he?

He's in the basement, but he's very studious.

He doesn't like to be disturbed.

Jerald! Jerald!

Jerald!

D.C. Homicide, open the door!

All right, we're clear.

Calling an APB. Jerald Baxter.

Hmm. You don't look surprised.

Mmm.

You're a smart boy, Jerald. I knew you wouldn't get caught.

I also knew that you would rush right over here.

To Desiree.

You think you know everything. I loved Kathleen.

Yeah, you loved Kathleen

because she embodied everything that your mother isn't.

She was nurturing and caring.

But once she became Desiree, well, you had to kill her, right?

Because she was trying to control you,

and that was a little too close to home for you.

Wow.

And your readers lap that up?

Here's the part you haven't written.

The part when Jerald squeezes the life out of the sister,

walks away undetected,

goes home and calls 911 to say, his voice shaking,

that he's found his dear mother's body

at the foot of the stairs, her neck broken.

Then the sad truth uncovered.

Her secret drinking habit.

As the son weeps uncontrollably,

grieving for his famous mother, the mother of Missouri.

Oh, you got to admit, I got writing talent too, don't you think, Grace?

You killed my sister.

I killed Desiree!

I had to!

But that hurt me.

Knowing that I would never see Kathleen's smile encourage me.

You killed Kathleen, you killed Carol Hayes,

and you tried to kill Bethany Knowles.

Yes, they're all Desiree! All of them!

That's it. It's over.

It's a confession, it's live, and it's out there.

No one needs to die here tonight. Not me, not you.

You're gonna die tonight!

Unless you beg me!

Go on. Beg!

She loved me!

Beg me! Beg me!

Freeze!

Are you okay? Hey, Grace.

I'm okay. I'm okay.

I'm okay.

Looks like I turned someone into a tea drinker.

- Mmm. - What kind did you get?

- Awakens the senses. - Mmm.

Although I feel like my senses are already pretty awake.

Hmm. That is called case closed adrenaline,

and there's nothing like it.

No, I was thinking it's another kind of non-police-related adrenaline.

Like what?

I don't know.

I don't know where this is going.

Want to find out?

Like someone once said,

"Once is not going to be enough."

♪ You're my best thing You're my baby ♪

♪ I'm a sweetheart Pretty lady ♪

♪ So why do I feel so alone? ♪

♪ You're the gravy to my wishbone ♪

♪ You're the background on my cellphone ♪

♪ And I will never change it, no ♪