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[beeps]

You blind, lady?

Express checkout, 15 items or less.

I'm sorry, how much is it?

♪♪ [rap music plays]

Holly, please stop.

Sweetie, I'm sorry, okay?
I'm sorry--

What are you waiting for,
morning? Just pay!

[cell phone rings]

I'm gonna have to write a check.

Aw, come on! It's cash only!

[gasps]

Turn that crap down!

Your noise-- Turn it down!

[gunshots]

[gunshot]

[tires screech in distance]

[police sirens in distance]

Well, I was needing to hit
the grocery store this morning.

[camera shutter clicks]

Looks like someone
had the same idea.

Shots were fired,
these two went down.

Apparently,
this whole thing started

because of musical differences.

The smoker says the gangbangers did it.

There was a patrol car in the area.

They apprehended the gangbangers
in the lot, searched the car,

didn't find a gun.

Now, the male victim--

His name is Hector Cortero.

He's been working here two weeks,

and he's a cart collector.

Prison tattoos.
Shooting could be gang related.

Yeah, now, the female victim--

We don't know who she is yet,

but, uh, apparently,

she's just an unlucky customer.

One bag of groceries, no purse,

no keys, no cell
phone in her pocket.

You know, this could be a robbery.

Bagger's prints are in the system,
but according to AFIS,

his real name is Hector Atoya.

He got a rap sheet?

Yeah, he did one year
for a no-hit drive-by.

This could be retaliation.

Second vic witnesses
and becomes collateral damage.

Bagger's only hit once.
She's hit three times.

Two small-caliber gunshot wounds

to the left chest,
one to the right eye.

Powder burns around
the wound suggest

that it was at close range.

Looks like an execution.

Which would make our soccer mom
the primary target, but why?

Hey, this, uh, jerk over here

just told me that
our female vic had a kid.

A kid?
Did you get a description?

Yeah, little girl, about
three years old, blond hair.

Oh, and she had
two bags of groceries.

She had a child
and two bags of groceries.

I'm thinking she had a car.

We have a void.

Maybe a tire
crushed those pretzels.

She puts the child in first,

gets one bag of groceries
in the car and then--

Bang.

Killer jacks her ride,

without knowing the kid's
in the backseat.

Yeah, this is Brass. I'm down at
the double 419, down at Honolulu.

We have a stolen vehicle

with an abducted
three-year-old blond female.

We now have a 418/427!

AMBER Alert will be forthcoming.

♪ Who are you? ♪

♪ Who, who, who, who? ♪

♪ Who are you? ♪

♪ Who, who, who, who? ♪

♪ I really wanna know ♪

♪ Who are you? ♪

- ♪ Oh-oh-oh ♪
- ♪ Who ♪

♪ Come on, tell me who are you ♪

♪ You, you ♪

♪ Are you! ♪

You see these things,
you hear about them,

you never think you'll be involved.

So the victim was in your line?

Mm-hmm.

And had you seen her in here before?

Was she a regular?

Oh, no. Uh-uh, no.

I never saw her before.

I've been working here a few years.

She had the cutest little kid with her, too.

She had too many items
for the express line,

but I don't think that was on purpose.

Just, she seemed in a hurry and upset.

- Upset?
- Mm-hmm.

How upset?

First, I thought it was just
the guy behind her.

- The "Express Line Nazi."
- Yeah, we already talked to him,

but you think she was upset
about something else?

Her hands were shaking.

The whole time, she seemed like
she was about to cry.

Oh, and her cell phone rang.

- Oh, it did?
- Mm-hmm.

- She didn't answer it.
- Hmm.

Express line, so she paid cash?

No. She didn't have enough.

I let her write a check.

Hey, Archie, it's Nick.
Listen, I got a name

and driver's license number
on our female victim.

- Go.
- Christine Moore.

Nevada, DL number 22667 58771.

2008 Dodge Caravan.

Plate: John-Henry-Victor-George-357.

Anybody else on the registration?
Next of kin, anything like that?

Daniel Moore.
Probably her husband.

But registration's secured.

Guy's got some kind of protected status.

Hmm.

Well, that may be what got his wife killed.

Thanks.

Huh.

Looks like a .22.

Used to be the preferred caliber
for mobsters and assassins.

Nowadays they go for a Glock four-oh.

Thank you, Ten Cent.

Why don't you move him to Autopsy?

And try not to bust any rhymes
on the way out.

I make no promises.

Agent Moore, FBI.

Uh, how can I help you?

Looking for the female vic
of the supermarket shooting.

She's in the washroom.

But I-- Hey.

Whoa. Hold it right there.

- Agent Moore, FBI.
- Yeah, congratulations.

Nobody comes in here
without my authorization.

Christine is my wife.

I'm sorry for your loss,
but that's all the more reason

for you not to be in here.

No one should ever see
their loved one like this.

This is what I wanted to see-- her eye.

It's probably postmortem,
if that's any consolation.

[shouts]

Oh, jeez.
Let me see that.

Keep your hand elevated.

David, find the first aid kit!

Hold this.

Agent Moore. Captain Jim Brass.
I came as soon as I could.

We have an AMBER Alert
out on your daughter.

But I need you to keep it together.
Can you give me a second?

Yeah. Hold it up.

Now, I know this is tough,

but when a wife is murdered,

I got to ask the husband,

do you have an alibi for last night?

I was on a case.

I can save you a lot of time.
I know who killed Christine.

The name is Rylan Gauss.

And he has my daughter.

- Hey.
- Hey.

So I got an AG waiver

on Christine Moore's
missing cell phone.

She got a message five minutes
before she was killed.

Checker at the market said

Christine received a call
that she didn't answer.

That was from a Trent Moore.

Guy sounds young.
Maybe her son.

It's him, Christine.
It's Gauss.

I've seen him.

He's following you and Holly!

I don't know what to do!

He's going to kill us all,
just like Dad said!

I'm gonna give you some
temporary stitches in a little bit,

but they won't hold long,
so I would advise you

to get an X-ray
and some antibiotics.

Rylan Gauss is a federal case.
I don't know anything about it.

- What can you tell me about him?
- He's a serial pedophile.

He steals the little girls
right out of their beds.

The mother intervened in the last one.
Gauss shot her in the eye.

Ah, just like, uh--

- Yeah.
- Your wife.

I chased him for ten years.

Six little girls.
I never found any of them.

Nothing to link him to any of the crimes.

I was able to nail him for the
murder of the mother, though.

25-to-life.

How'd the guy get out of prison?

52 days ago,
the conviction was overturned.

The appeals court tossed out
the lead batch analysis

that the Bureau used

to link the murder bullet
to Gauss's live ammo.

Has he contacted you
or threatened you?

Me and my family.
Given his M.O.,

my daughter doesn't have much time.
And I don't even want to think--

All right, enough already, okay?
We're done.

Okay, take it easy.
Thanks a lot, Doc.

Is there anyone else that Gauss,
uh, may be after?

I have a son from my first marriage.

What's his name?

Trent.

[cell phone beeps]

Hey, Trent, it's Dad.
You call me back immediately.

[cell phone beeps]

Katie, it's Mr. Moore.
Could I speak with Trent, please?

You sure he's not out on a delivery or...

No, when you see him,
you make him call me.

No, it's an emergency.

[cell phone beeps]

Trent didn't show up to work today.

It's not like him.

Let's go.

[sirens wail]

- Trent!
- Las Vegas Police!

Trent!

Trent?

- He has Trent.
- If Gauss was here,

he would've shot you
coming through the door.

You got to ratchet it down a notch, okay?

Control, this is Brass.
I need an APB out on Rylan Gauss,

white male in his 30s,
armed and dangerous.

Bastard's got my whole family.

Ready?

Rylan Gauss, Vegas PD!
We got a warrant!

It's all clear.

- We'll take it from here, boys.
- Thank you.

If I was Gauss, out for revenge,

I'd kill Agent Moore's wife
and his teenage son.

And take the little girl,
'cause I get off on it.

Yeah.

Check the bed.

Nothing but porno mags.

Where else could he hide her?

Let's tear the place apart.

[camera shutter clicks]

Looks like the point of entry.

There's some granular trace on the sill.

It's corn starch.

From cheap latex gloves.
That's Gauss' M.O.

He always wears them.

Guy comes in through the window,
jimmies it open with a chisel.

that's what that mark is, right there.

Agent Moore,
with all due respect,

you need to back off and let me do my job.

You're overlaying my shoe impressions.

It's not going to be that hard
to distinguish, okay?

Gauss wears a size 10,

Nosumi soles.

Agent Moore,

you are contaminating
my crime scene.

Hey, buddy.
We get it, okay?

The crime scene investigator
is a professional.

She's working as fast
as she can, all right?

Well, I've seen it too many times, okay?
Cop-fast turns into hostage-late.

Hey, hey, back off!

All right? Back off.

I'll take care of Gauss myself, then.

Let him go, Mitch.

Go ahead, get out of here.

Looks like we got a pill dump.

People don't usually throw away narcotics

unless they have to.

Olanzapine and aripiprazole.

Trent Moore was on meds,
antidepressants.

Hmm. So Rylan Gauss flushed them?

It's a good way to control a hostage.

He could've kept a few,
used them to force the kid's cooperation.

That's assuming
that Trent Moore is still alive.

The agent who delivered
these files said that

Daniel Moore is the FBI's

top pedophile hunter.

Ironic his own kids get snatched.

Yeah, well, not so ironic if one
of the guys he's been chasing

decided to turn the tables on him.

All right, the offender profile
says that Rylan Gauss

started in his early 20s,

followed a typical escalation pattern,
indecent exposure,

couple of burglary charges.

Social Services investigated an incident

involving a female cousin,
four-years-old.

Gauss' parents wouldn't cooperate.

I hate it when the families
protect these guys.

All right, well, let's look for anything

about how long
he usually kept the girls,

or where he might have taken them.

Hey, Nicky.

I got something.

It's a, uh,

clothes hanger made into
some kind of a tool.

Maybe for fishing something

out of a tight space?

Let me see that thing.

Yeah, there's something
behind this panel.

If it's kiddie porn, we got him.

An Elephant Named Herman.

My Puppy Dog Tale,

Kitty Cat Clues?

Children's read-aloud books.

They never caught Gauss
with any evidence from his victims.

Personal items belonging to the missing girls

disappeared just prior to their abductions,
including children's books.

The items disappeared while the victims
were playing in the park.

Gauss selects his victims from local parks.

That's where he does his shopping.

The Animal Fair.

He didn't just go out and buy these.
Looks like they got some years on 'em.

Maybe the belonged to the victims.

They could be trophies.

Print 'em.

[cell phone rings]

This is Catherine.

Is there a park near your location?

Yeah, we passed one as we were
driving into the neighborhood. Why?

Gauss doesn't keep his victims long.

And when he's done,
he goes back out hunting in parks.

[children chattering]

There he is right there.

What the hell is Agent Moore doing here?

Gun!

Agent Moore, put your gun down!

[gun cocks]

[grunts]

Stand down!

Get off me.

- Where is she?
- Where's who?

- Where's Holly Moore?
- I don't even know who that is!

Fine. You're under arrest.

Let go of me.

[beeps]

What's that about?

It's not illegal to make a video.

That's a cute little girl.

I wish I had one just like her.

What were you doing in the park, Rylan?
On a play date?

After you were done with Holly Moore?

I spent five years in prison.

I like parks, open spaces.

I like to look at pretty things.

Where's Holly Moore?

Is that any relation to a Daniel Moore?

Come on. You know it is.
You threatened her whole family.

Oh, did you lose that sweet

little girl of yours, Daniel?

I'm sorry.

Oh, but you have two children,

so you still have one left, right?

Yeah, right.

Let's talk about Trent Moore.

He certainly had a lot
to say about you.

[Trent]
It's him, Christine.

It's Gauss. I've seen him.

He's following you and Holly!
I don't know what to do!

He going to kill us all,
just like Dad said!

No, no, no.

No, that's a frame-up.

I went to prison for a crime
I didn't commit.

It didn't work the first time,
and he's trying to get me again.

He accused me of being a psycho.
Me, a psycho?

The guy stalks me my whole life!
He's the sick one!

You hear that, Daniel?
You're the sick one!

So where were you last night?

- Oh, last night?
- Yeah.

[exhales]

Um, I was in a--

a bar, the Red Lamp,
off of Fremont.

The bartender's name was, um, Terry.

Talked about how he needs
a new head gasket for his car.

He'll remember the conversation.
You just have to ask him.

Feel pretty good about that, huh?

What do you think, you're just gonna
waltz out of here, whistling a tune?

[whistles]

♪ I went to the animal fair ♪

♪ The birds and the beasts
were there ♪

♪ And the big baboon
by the light of the moon ♪

♪ Was combing his auburn... ♪

♪ Hair ♪

I bet you know all the
words to that, don't you?

Yeah, we found
your stash of books, buddy.

And the lab guys are going over
the prints right now.

And I'll tell you something.

If we find one print that matches up

with any of those missing girls,

that'll be your last walk in the park.

AMBER Alert picked up
the Moore minivan.

Car seat, no little girl.

The grocery store is across town,
but we're walking distance to Gauss's place.

Van's out of gas.

I have cookie crumbs on the car seat
and half a juice box.

[camera shutter clicks]

Half a sandwich, egg salad.

From Cordon's Ranch Market, dated
yesterday.

Christine Moore must have bought it.

How many three-year-olds
do you know like egg salad?

I don't know any three-year-olds,
but I do know that

if Christine didn't eat it,
and Holly didn't eat it,

then whoever was driving
this car must have.

- Right?
- Gauss.

[beeps]

[beeps]

Ran the sandwich cellophane
against Gauss's prints.

No match.

Whoever ate the sandwich took the girl.

If it wasn't Gauss, who was it?

The books we found in Gauss's
apartment had no prints.

They're in no way a connection
to any of these missing girls.

- You gotta be kidding me.
- No, sir, I'm not.

All we found were traces
of cornstarch between the pages.

Yeah. Because Gauss wears latex gloves.

He sits there torturing these little girls

while he's reading to them
from their own favorite books.

I advise you not to leave town.

Oh, no, I'm not going anywhere.

Just keep Mr. FBI away from me,

or I'll have to get a restraining order.

Oh, hey.

Uh, I hope your kids
are all right, there, Danny.

You know, all that time wasted on me.

Only have yourself to blame.
Only yourself.

You're just going to let him go?

If we do anything now, it'll only come back
to hurt us when we do try to nail him.

When is that going to be?

Jim, he just as much admitted
that my kids are dead.

Hey, when I put him in prison,
he's gonna stay there!

Not going to get out on some technicality.

And by the way, his alibi
checks out, you know.

Not only with the bartender,

but several patrons who
he was drinking with all night.

Rylan Gauss didn't kill your wife!

He was in a bar.

Gauss is the only angle.
You heard Trent's voice mail.

Gauss is stalking my family,
and now you're just going to let him go.

Hey, file a complaint.
I'll have him arrested.

Are we on the same side here anymore?

[sighs]

Is it just me, or does he not seem
that broken up about his dead wife?

It's his focus,
it's all about Gauss,

even when the evidence
points away from him.

You know, Nicky, I've known
a lot of guys like Daniel Moore.

When things go bad,
both professionally or personally,

it's always the bastard that got away.

And Rylan Gauss makes
one hell of a boogeyman.

[knocking]

Hey, Catherine.

I just got off the phone
with Christine Moore's sister.

She called to arrange release of the body
to a mortuary in Wichita.

Isn't that usually up to the spouse?

Unless the spouses are in
the middle of an ugly divorce.

Did Agent Moore mention that?

No, he left that out.

Yeah, that's what I figured.

So I gave her my best Quincy,

and she was more than happy
to rat out her brother-in-law.

Christine was asking

for sole custody of her daughter,
and filing for guardianship of her stepson.

Guardianship?

Trent's 18.
He's been living on his own.

Christine was going to court to prove
that Moore was an unfit father.

According to her sister,
the plan was

to move both kids back to Kansas.

Okay, well.

If Daniel Moore weren't FBI,

we'd be looking at him
for the murder of his wife.

Jim? I need you to verify
the alibi for Daniel Moore.

Good call, Cap.

Agent Moore's car is parked around back.

It's still warm.

Rylan Gauss's apartment
is the last place this guy should be.

Let's hope he didn't
do anything stupid.

Drop it.

Now!

My gun hasn't been fired.
You can check it.

I want your backup piece.

It's in the small of my back.
I'm reaching now.

Two fingers.

Son of a bitch was down when I got here.

Not that I didn't come here
looking to kneecap him.

Torture him until he told me
where my kids are.

But unfortunately,
someone beat me to it.

Yeah, right.

Let's go.

The pills you collected from Trent Moore's
bathroom floor are antidepressants,

but they're also used in combination
to treat emerging schizophrenia.

Do we know if the kid had
any psychological problems?

No, we don't. He was living
alone, holding down a job.

Not atypical.

When the disease becomes
full-blown in adulthood,

medications ramp up in
proportion to the increase

in delusions and paranoia.

Agent Moore never mentioned
that his son is schizophrenic.

He's got a bad habit
of leaving things out.

I know we think Gauss killed
Trent, but if he didn't,

and Trent's been off his meds
for the past hours,

then there's a good probability

he's in the middle
of a full-blown psychotic episode.

Sandwich wrapper.

Trent likes egg salad.

Which puts him in the van,

when Christine and Holly
came out of the supermarket.

He was probably there the whole time.

Question is,

what was he doing in the minivan
with Christine and Holly, at 4 a.m.?

Whatever the reason,
he witnessed the shooting.

Three GSWs to the torso.

Small caliber.

Same as the supermarket.

Well, if Agent Moore shot Gauss,
did he also shoot his wife?

They were going through a nasty divorce.

Position of the body suggests

he was hit as he entered.

Agent Moore must've been lying in wait.

But how? Where's the .22?

We didn't find it on him.

So why ditch a throw-away,
and then come back

and stand over the body
with your service weapon out?

[sighs]

Fast First Deliveries.

Agent Moore's son
works for a messenger service.

That wasn't here before.

74% of children who are abducted
are dead within three hours.

It's been 24.

So the longer we sit here
talking about what I didn't do,

the less chance I have
of ever seeing them again.

I know the numbers, all right?
I want to talk about Trent.

Your son is a clinically diagnosed
paranoid schizophrenic.

My son, Trent, is fine. He's just fine.
What are you talking about?

We found psychotropic
meds in his apartment.

Now, clearly, he's under
psychiatric treatment.

The meds just make you crazy.
I told Christine he didn't need to take them.

Oh, and this is based on what,
your experience as a psychoanalyst?

Don't push that angle on me.

You know the job.

We hunt down these scum who torture

and rape children.

And you just got to suck it up.

'Cause there's no little pill that's
just going to make this world a better place.

You know, your behavior
has been erratic since I met you.

They say that mental illness
runs in families.

Okay, here it comes.

Everybody drinks the Kool-Aid, now--
Christine, you, $200 shrinks.

Well, not me, and not my son.
We're the crazy people now?

My son and I are crazy,
while Rylan Gauss is sane?

Go to hell.

Gauss is dead.

You want to know
what's really crazy?

We have evidence that Trent
was in Gauss's apartment.

Now, does your son have access

to a small-caliber firearm,
specifically, a .22?

Gauss was killed with a .22?

As was Christine,
as was the bagger.

Now, we're pulling slugs
from the autopsy right now,

and I think we're going to get a match.

Trent was with Christine,
in the minivan,

at the grocery store,
at the time of the shooting.

Now, what is Trent's relationship
with his little sister, Holly?

I refuse to believe this, any of it!

Well, let me tell you what I believe, okay?

Trent was not kidnapped.
He stopped taking his meds.

He's having a psychotic episode.
He killed Gauss.

And as hard as this is to say,
I think he killed Christine.

Now the question is,
would he harm his little sister, Holly?

He loves Holly.

If Trent had Holly,
where would he take her?

My first wife died of cancer
when Trent was ten.

They were very close.

Sometimes, he just likes
to go back to the old house.

Where's the old house?

House is gone.

Now what?

Well, there's a shed over there.

Roof over his head,
place to keep Holly warm, a place to think.

This is it.

[whimpering]

I hear something.

I'd like to talk to him.
He's more comfortable with women.

Okay. I'll cover you.

Trent?

Are you in there?

My name is Sara.
I'm here to help you.

Where's Holly?
Is she okay?

Are you alone?

[whimpering]

Trent?

We've been looking
for you and your sister.

It's okay.

You're safe now, you
can put the gun down.

Rylan Gauss. Rylan Gauss did it.

He has my baby sister.

He killed Christine.

Okay.

Rylan Gauss
can't hurt you anymore.

Dad was right.

He's always right.

Have to always, always watch
for Rylan Gauss.

Did you used to play here,
in this shed?

When you lived here with your mother?

[sobs]

I know she loved you, Trent.

And she would want you
to put the gun down.

If you hurt yourself,
who's going to take care of your sister?

Rylan Gauss was there.
I saw him.

Where did he take her?

He follows us.
He talks to me.

Gauss is dead.
You know that.

No.

He's me. I did it.

I killed her! I'm Rylan Gauss!
I'm Rylan Gauss, ask my dad!

Okay, okay, Rylan.

Okay, listen, put the gun down, all right?

I kill little girls!

He has their pictures, ask my dad.

Please, please, give me the gun. Okay?

It's okay. Give me the gun, Rylan.

Give it to me.

It's okay.

It's okay.

It's okay.

[knocking]

Any info from Trent?

No, no. Maybe when his meds kick in,

he'll tell us where Holly is,

but at the moment,
he's Mark David Chapman

shooting John Lennon
thinking he's John Lennon.

I hope it's not too late.

Me, too.

I believe we have an infestation.

Hmm, Cimex lectularius,
aka the common bedbug.

Where did you find this?

I processed the ball cap that
you found in Gauss's apartment.

Hey, do you know if Sara
found any bedbugs

at Trent Moore's place?

Negative. Nor did I see bugs in the shed,

but I did see bug bites on Trent.

But we didn't find any
in Gauss's apartment.

Hey, are you sure this didn't come
from your house there, itchy?

No. My mother is very clean.

Maybe Trent picked them up
wherever he has Holly stashed.

Fire in the hole! Two shots!

[gun clicks]

[gunshot]

[gun clicks]

[gunshot]

The bullets that killed Rylan Gauss

came from Trent Moore's .22.

Trent's gun does not match the bullets

that killed Christine Moore
or the bagger at the market.

So there's another .22 in play?
Any leads on the shooter?

Trent told Sara it was Gauss.

Well, Christine Moore was shot in the eye
at close range, that's Gauss's M.O.

But we know that Gauss
wasn't the shooter.

So who else knew his M.O.?

Maybe a disgruntled husband
going through a nasty divorce

who's hunting a serial
pedophile for ten years

and trying to put back in prison for good.

Maybe somebody like that.

Thanks, Catherine.
I'll get back to you.

[phone beeps]

Okay, so what happened?

You and Christine
had an argument, huh?

You were sitting around watching, waiting.

You watched her pull out of the garage.

She was leaving in the middle of the night,
she was leaving you,

and she's taking your kids with her.

But what you didn't know
was Trent was in the car.

Did Trent tell you where Holly is?
Trent doesn't even know where he is.

He doesn't even know who he is.

Most of the time he thinks
he's Rylan Gauss.

A parent's obsession
becomes a kid's delusion.

Trent thinks Gauss killed Christine.

But you and I know different.

I just wanted to give Trent a normal life.

And I wanted justice for those girls.

Somewhere in between,
I just ruined everything I ever loved.

Look, you gotta be honest with your kid.

You gotta tell him straight up

what happened in
that grocery store parking lot,

and maybe shock him into reality,

because little Holly's three-years-old
and she's out there alone

and we don't have much time.

You and I both took an oath
to protect the innocent.

Well, here's the time.

You gotta confess to your son.

You gotta tell him

that Rylan Gauss wasn't the only
bad guy in his life.

I killed them!
Your daughter, your wife!

No, you didn't.

You're Trent.

You're my son.

And you love Holly

and you loved Christine.

He broke into my apartment
and told me he was coming after them.

I fought him, but I couldn't stop him.

[grunts]

[Daniel]
It's not real.

It was you...

thinking you were Rylan Gauss.

[cries out]

That's why I went to Christine--

to warn her, to save Holly.

He killed them, Daddy,
like you always said he would.

Trent, look at me.
Where's your sister, hmm?

'Cause I know you
took her someplace safe.

Rylan Gauss took her.

He took her.
I took her. I took her.

Trent, stop it!

You are not Rylan Gauss.
You are my son.

Rylan Gauss, Rylan Gauss,
Rylan Gauss.

Son, you killed Rylan!

You did it!

Rylan Gauss is dead.

You were at the supermarket with Holly...

and you saw me.

Not Rylan Gauss, me.

Daniel?

[gunshots]

[grunts]

[gunshot]

- [gunshots]
- I didn't know you were there.

[grunts]

I wanted to put Gauss away for good.

I didn't want Christine
to take you away from me.

[gunshot]

Now tell me,
where's your sister?

- Where's Holly?
- I don't know.

She's gone.

She's gone. I lost her.

I lost her!

[sobs]

Well, we got our confession.

I'd rather we had the little girl.

Archie looked for surveillance
in the supermarket parking lot.

- Came up empty.
- But?

But he was able to catch
Christine's minivan on a traffic cam.

Check it out.
Trent was driving the van.

Traffic cam picked this up

ten minutes after the shooting.

Trent turned north
off of Honolulu onto Glenwood.

That van's really booking.

So after Christine was shot,
Trent panicked.

Thought that Rylan Gauss was after them.

And he was trying to protect his sister.

Well, after he turned onto Glenwood,

he disappears off the radar.

If he stashed her somewhere,
I might be able to get you an area.

So he stopped
somewhere in the hood.

[Catherine]
It's a good-sized area.

Yeah, but he was running out of gas.
He was scared.

He didn't have a lot of money.

He needed a safe place for Holly
so he could go after Gauss.

Maybe a motel.
Yeah, maybe one with bedbugs.

I'll call Environmental Health,

check out the complaints
at the motels in the area.

No luck. What do you got?

The manager recognized Trent,
but he didn't recognize the little girl.

Room seven.

Bedbugs.

She was here.

[whimpering]

Las Vegas Police.

[speaks Spanish]

Yes, yes, we are looking for the little girl.

The young man asked me
to watch her for a little while

- but he never came back.
- It's okay. Come on out there.

I didn't know what to do.
I took care of her.

No, you did the right thing.

Hi, Holly.
My name is Jim.

Boy, we've been looking all over for you.

Come on. I'm gonna take you home.
Come on.