02x19 - Dead Wives Club

[bunniefuu]

Hey,

I'm looking for Detective Rogers.

- Cavanaugh?
- Yeah.

Took you long enough.

It could take me even longer
with that attitude.

Yeah, I'm just saying,
the meat ain't gettin' any fresher.

Don't even try to talk the talk.
You haven't been around long enough.

Yeah, I've worked Homicide
for six months.

Wow, and already a jaded veteran.

So, what have we got?

Catch of the day.

Any more cops aboard my boat
and it's gonna sink.

Jordan Cavanaugh, M.E.'s office.

Curt Randall.

I was out long-lining for shark, and I...
I caught a hold of this thing.

Uh, sir, you want to hold up on that
until after you've made your statement.

You folks are used to this.
I'm not.

CSU already get photos?

Yeah, up the wazoo.

Man, my first good homicide.

No such thing.

What do you make of
the head wound?

Skull fracture?

Odds are, severe enough to k*ll her
or make her bleed to death.

What do you think?

Early twenties?

She was just two months shy of
her twenty-third birthday.

Yeah, right.

No, I... I mean,
I know who she is.

Linda Ferris,
she's a missing person.

How come I've never heard of her?

Because she's been dead
for fifteen years.

Autopsy: Alison Daniels

Could this guy be
a bigger pain in the ass?

Peter's not a morning person.

If he's not here in two minutes,
he's gonna be an unemployed person.

You know, it takes time to integrate
yourself into a new workplace.

When did you get so open-minded?

Lily's got me doing
empathy exercises.

Really, is that what the kids
are calling it these days.

Excuse me.

Is that Alison Daniels?

Yeah.

Uh...

Doctor Winslow,
so nice of you to join us.

Um, Doctor Macy, uh...

Were you able to locate
a next of kin?

I located Ms. Daniels' husband.

Yeah, that's her.

That's my wife.

You two were divorced?

Sort of undefined.

Well, I'm sorry for your loss.

If you need to take a few days...

No, I'm fine.

Okay.

She was really beautiful, you know.

Met her during my residency.

Funny, rich, liked to party.

Judging from those needle marks,
she partied a little too hard.

Started when she was
twelve years old.

Taking uh, speed out of
her folks medicine cabinet.

By the time I met her, it was all about
pain K*llers, though, so...

You indulged right along with her?

Oh, and it was so great at first, too,
you know, because we were partying all night.

We flew to Vegas, we flew to Maui.

I mean, on a dare,

we got married by a -year-old
Rasta priest in Kingston.

Well, it's tough to balance
residency and a drug habit.

Well, wasn't tough for long.

Hospital b... booted me outa there.

I... I knew I had to get clean.

I... I begged Alison
to come with me.

Uh...

Sometimes you can only
save yourself.

Yeah.

Keep telling myself that.

May ,

This is Marla Bales.

At this hour, the search
continues for Linda Ferris,

who vanished on Tuesday while
jogging along the Charles River Pathway.

Earlier today, her husband made
this plea for her safe return.

If anyone out there has seen Linda
or knows where she is,

I'm begging you
to call the police.

Um, p... please don't let
anything happen to her.

Please.

Linda Ferris is twenty-two years old.

She has brown hair and brown eyes.

She was last seen wear...

Wow.

Yeah, I've read about this before,
but this is unbelievable.

The water temp
stopped bacteria growth.

She was basically in cold storage.

It's as if she's frozen in time.

A dozen years of history have gone by
and... and there she is.

Untouched.

She was a cellist.

Studied at Boston Conservatory.

She quit the symphony to
teach music in public schools.

Well, you seem to know
quite a lot about her.

My dad was on the task force.

Everyone said she was
such a great person.

How beautiful, talented.

Big future.

You wonder why this happens
to someone like her.

You blame the husband.

As I understand it,
he got away with m*rder.

The theory goes that he took her body
on his boat and dumped it in the ocean.

I'd say it looks like
more than theory.

Doctor Cavanaugh,

I just spoke to a Mister Bergstrom,
the victim's father.

He's on his way in to ID her.

I was ready for a lot of things,
but not this.

Not seeing Linda like she was.

I'm so very sorry, Mister Bergstrom.

Part of me kept hoping
she was out there,

like maybe she had...

amnesia or something.

She would have been
about your age by now.

Yes.

Linda was so innocent.

Always saw the best in people.

I wish she'd been less that way.

Maybe she'd still be alive.

At least now maybe we'll be
able to prove who k*lled her.

I know that's small comfort.

It's all the comfort I have.

Linda called me that night, upset.

She and Brad were fighting again.

She'd found out
he was cheating on her.

He needs to pay.

He needs to pay for
taking my little girl.

Do you want to stay with her
for a while?

It's been a long time.

I can't understand it.
Grief Counseling: Michael Barnes

She was standing on the sidewalk.

Uh, the police said that the driver of the car
that struck your wife was intoxicated.

Can't do this.

I can't raise
the kids without Gwen.

Yes, you can.

I teach history, and... and
Gwen worked so that I could get my Ph.D.

Uh, the graduation is tomorrow.

That's where she was going,

to pick up my cap and gown.

Listen,

it'll be really hard.

But when they hand you that diploma,
Gwen will be there with you.

I can't.

I mean,

it doesn't mean
anything now without her.

Tomorrow is all about what
you and your wife built together.

That doesn't change
just because she's gone.

Bug, are you working
on Gwen Barnes?

What, the drunk driver?

Yeah.

Hell of a way to start your day.

Mmm. / You know, the jerk
didn't even slow down.

Husband's a mess.

Two little kids.

You see, that's the trouble
with what we do.

We come in after the damage has been done,
when people's lives are already ruined.

Ugh.

Well, we do what we can.

How lame does that sound?

Pretty lame.

Have your funeral director call me.

I'll handle your daughter's
release myself.

Thank you, Doctor Macy.

You obviously know Doctor Winslow.

I'm really sorry about Alison.

Don't.

Don't you dare even say her name,
you son of a bitch.

Richard, please.

Excuse me, I have a case.

This job suits you, Peter.

Place where you can't do
any more damage.

- Everyone's already dead...
- If you'd paid half as much attention

- to Alison as you do your damn portfolios...
- That's enough, Peter...

- she might still be alive!...
- That's enough, Peter! Knock it off.

Just for the record,
Alison hated your guts.

I'm sorry.

Trace Evidence: Linda Ferris

What'cha got there?

Rope marks.

You get her blood work?

Yeah, only one thing stands out
from the jumble.

She had dimendydrinate in her system.

- Dramamine?
- Yeah.

Used to combat seasickness, isn't it?

Yeah, or simple nausea.

Can I see that?

Yeah.

What?
What is it?

She has elevated levels
of progesterone.

Can I help you?

Uh, Mister Ferris,
my name is Jordan Cavanaugh.

I'm with the M.E.'s office.

If you're here to tell me about Linda,
I already heard.

Actually, it's not
just about Linda. Uh,

she was pregnant.

I see.

Look, I just want you to know that we're
very close to finding out who did this.

Good luck with that.

Honey?

Who is it?

Nobody.

So what's the occasion?

Well, you and I just haven't had
dinner for a while, you know?

I heard you got Linda Ferris,
God rest her.

You should have seen the man.

He was so smug, so sure that
he'd beaten the system.

Husband, you mean?

Yeah, who else?

Is this about dinner or hitting me
up for case files on Linda Ferris?

Wow, am I really
that transparent?

I don't have the files, Jordan.

I'm not sure I'd give them to you
if I did.

You worked on her case.
Don't you want to nail this guy?

Well, I'm not so sure
he did it.

He took out a life insurance policy on her
two weeks before she went missing.

And then right after,
he sold all of her personal stuff.

Everything points to him.

Except my gut.

Maybe your gut just gives husbands
the benefit of the doubt.

Tell you what.

Let's have our dinner another time.

Hey, Bug.

Got the tox screen
on Alison Daniels?

Look, the... the thing is, uh,

given your connection
to the deceased,

you're obviously not gonna
work the case, so I...

I really can't...

Have you ever felt responsible
for someone's death?

Blood work indicates meperidine
mixed with sertraline.

She was on antidepressants?

Apparently.

Dangerous combination.

So you'll make sure Doctor Macy
gets a look at that, right?

I come to you with
an interesting development.

Oh, you run the liver test?

I did. And it indicates
that Linda Ferris here

had been taking about a hundred milligrams
of dramamine daily for about a week.

Here's the kicker.

Her blood volume test

shows her dramamine level to be
only . milligrams per liter,

which means it had been forty-eight hours
since she took her last pill.

She was alive for at least a day
after she was taken.

So it would appear.

At which point she bled to death
after being hit by a blunt object, a...

a g*n butt maybe?

What's this?

Looks like a disk of some kind?

Nigel, would you please
open her mouth.

Yeah.

It's a button.

What we have here is not
just a button.

It's a mattress button, though I'm unclear
on how it wound up in her throat.

She bit it off.

I found hairline cracks
in her teeth.

Any way to show what kind of mattress
this came from?

Well, a major clue is the fact that
this mattress had buttons at all.

See, button-tufting,
as it's known in the trade,

has been out of vogue for
a couple of decades now, so this...

this suggests to me that this is
either a limited run mattress,

or it was one that was produced by
one of the smaller manufacturers.

Okay, is that a stripe
in the fabric?

Yeah.

See, every brand and model has

a unique combination of patterns
and colors and thread types.

It's... it's kind of DNA
for mattresses.

Yeah...

Ah,

we have a possible match.

According to this, we may be
looking for Sleep-nice Forty-six-ten.

Which is?

It's a low cost
commercial mattress

produced in nineteen eighty-eight
for budget accommodations.

Oh, dear.

Five hundred Forty-six-tens
were sold in the Boston area

to half a dozen establishments.

This is all you got, a button.

How's this supposed to help me?

Look, if we can find the mattress
it came from,

we can tie Ferris to the m*rder.

No need.

Guessing he's gonna do that
for us.

Why can't you people
just leave me alone.

I just want to get
on with my life.

She didn't get to.

Why should you?

You know how many times
I've been dragged down here?

What makes you think
this time'll be any different?

Congratulations to you,
the Class of Two thousand three.

Mister Barnes?

Yes...

Oh, hey.

Uh, Lily, right?

I'm glad you decided to do this.

I gotta tell you,
I'm pretty close to losin' it.

I know.

Um, it took a lot of courage
for you to come.

Gwen would be proud.

Graduation gift.

No big deal.

It's a cultural history of England.

Well, thank you, Lily, for...
for the gift.

And for everything.

Congratulations, Mister Barnes.

Michael, please.

Michael.

Alright.

Yeah, get in here, stranger.

Doctor Cassidy.

Well, that's kind of formal
for old friends, isn't it?

What's it now? Two years.
Have... have a seat.

Uh, it's closer to three, actually.

Really?

Huh.

Yeah.

So you seen Alison lately?

Yeah, well, as a matter of fact,
a couple of days ago.

Uh, said you'd called out of the blue.

That really shook her up.

Uh, what'd you treat her for?

Uh, she had a...
a tweak in her neck.

Working out, I think she said.

Really.

That's funny, I don't remember
Alison being much of gym rat.

Well, whatever.
I gave her some meperidine.

So, are you two
getting back together?

No, it's not likely.

She's dead.

Wha... My God, what happened?

She OD'd.

Meperidine and sertraline.

She never...
mentioned antidepressants.

Yeah, something's telling me that
you never asked, either, right?

Now, look, look.
Whatever you're implying,

- No, I'm not implying anything.
- believe me, that's not at all...

I'm saying...
you k*lled her.

I know you must be
going through an e...

an enormously difficult time
right now.

It's gonna get so much more
difficult for you, too,

'cause you're gonna
lose your license.

- You're gonna lose your practice...
- Now, wait-wait-wait,

- and that is just for starters.
- whoa-whoa-whoa...

No, no, no.
Alison was my patient.

She was in a lot of pain.

Which you exploited for every dollar
that you could get from her, you...

I know you're hurting.

But let's be honest.

I was not the one
who did dr*gs with Alison.

I was not the one
who married her on a whim.

And I'm not the one who left her
and broke her heart.

You went on with your life, Peter.
You never looked back.

I was here for Alison.

Where were you?

I tried to help Alison.

And I tried to help her, too.

Late night, huh?

Oh my God.

- Michael, where'd you...
- Sorry, I didn't mean to...

Ooh, it's okay.
I've uh...

What are you doing here?

Uh, waiting for you.

Did... did you need something?

Actually, yes.

I wanted to thank you

for being there for me.

That's my job.

No, I know.

Uh, but it's more than that.

You radiate a...

a very rare kindness,

and I can't tell you
what a gift that's been to me.

That's really sweet.

Uh, we should...

we should make a time
to talk about it in the office...

Oh, I... I... I brought
you something. It's a...

- Michael, I...
- No, please.

Just... just open it.

I bought that for Gwen.

Next month is
our ninth wedding anniversary.

It's lovely.

But I... I can't accept it.

Oh, no, no, it's okay.
I... I... I want you to have it.

Will you at least
come have a drink with me?

I can't.

Why not?

It would be inappropriate.

I'm your counselor. I...

I can't be your friend

or your family or your...

Or Gwen?

Right?

You think I'm putting you
in her place?

I think that you're in pain,
I think that you're clutching at...

Hey, you came to my graduation,

you bought me a present.

You... you acted like
you cared about me.

- Okay, please calm down. You...
- Oh, don't patronize me!

Damn it!

Lily, what's wrong?

He was waiting for me
by my car.

Who?

Fairway Hotel

This is futile, Jordan.

It's our third stop and only
twenty-seven mattresses accounted for.

On the bright side, we only have
four hundred seventy-three to go.

Look, I won't give up on this, Nige.

It's been a dozen years.

For all we know,
it's been thrown away.

Oh, come on, you think they throw
anything away around here?

What, am I not here?

You know, you bed checkin' the rooms
is disruptin' my business.

Oh, not just yours.

Uh, drug dealers and hookers.

Hey, I'm doing you a favor.

You don't even have a warrant.

Jordan,

no button.

Hey! Hey-hey-hey!
What are you doin'?!

Type AB blood,
just like Linda Ferris.

I just talked to my friend
at the Globe.

Linda's father reported her missing
the night that she vanished.

The media was pretty much camped
outside her house from then on.

I'm afraid I don't follow.

Our timeline has Linda alive for
at least a day after she was taken.

Her husband barely left the house,
and when he did, reporters tagged along.

There's no way
he could have come here.

Whoever did this, wasn't him.

What's this all about, Cavanaugh?

Vandalism, that's what.

Look what they did to the bed.

What we have here
is a crime scene.

You just conducted a search
without proper warrants or witnesses.

I think you're missing the point here.

No, I'm not.
This is tampering with evidence.

Whatever's here'll probably be
inadmissible, thanks to you.

Who's gonna pay
for the mattress?

I guess I owe you an apology.

Me and the Boston PD.

God, Dad, I was so sure
it was the husband.

I will never forget
when she went missing.

Young woman got grabbed

jogging along the Pathway,
was all he told us.

Heard that,
I couldn't even breathe.

I knew it was
your favorite running spot.

All I could think was...

might be you.

I don't know why it wasn't.

What's that mean?

Well, th... this goes back
to my first relationship.

Uh, to when I lost my...

I don't think I want to hear this.

I... I was a sophomore.

Jordan, please.

In college.

In college?

Yeah.

I figured, well, I mean...

Well, in high school
you already seemed uh...

Slutty?

- Worldly...
- Yeah...

is what I was gonna say.

Well, uh, it was just an act, you know,
to keep people from getting too close.

Then I met this guy at Tufts.

I... I had never been in love before.

I thought he was the one.

He got what he wanted
and he was gone.

No one had ever hurt me
like that before.

I went for a run on the Pathway.

It wasn't safe at that hour,
but I didn't give a damn.

I wish you could have
come to me.

The next morning,
I heard about Linda Ferris

running in the same park
at the same time.

Why her, not me?

After what I'd just done,
I wanted somethin' bad to happen.

No, you didn't.

Well, anyway, with Linda Ferris on my table,
I'm asking myself a lot of questions.

Well,

maybe you and I...
can find some answers.

The Ferris case?

Well, I called in a favor.

I've been lookin' it over.

Not much pops in the original case,
but the way her body turned up.

Uh, well, she was
found in the ocean.

Yeah, but where in the ocean
and how did she get there?

Boston Police Precinct

How you doin', Michael?

Well, let's see.

Two policemen came to my house and
brought me in for questioning...

in front of my kids.

I'm sorry it had to come to this.

You were supposed to help me.

You need more help
than I can provide.

Well, you have a hell of a way
of telling me.

You need to understand

that no matter how much pain
you're in,

that doesn't mean that...

- that you can...
- I was upset the other night, okay?

I...

I hadn't slept in two nights.

I wasn't thinking straight.

You scared the hell out of me.

And I apologized for that.

I went to the police
as much for you as for me.

You need to get
control of yourself,

and you need to deal with Gwen's death
in a responsible way.

Responsible?

The mother of my children
was m*rder*d by a drunken imbecile.

And now their father is
going to jail.

You're not going to jail, Michael.

But you do need counseling.

Any of these doctors
can help you.

I'm very sorry for your loss.

That's so easy to say, isn't it?

I mean, you must say that, what, a...
a dozen times a day?

Does it even mean anything
to you anymore?

Yes.

But that doesn't mean
I can change what happened to you.

You know, it's amazing.

I never thought I could feel worse than
the moment I found out my wife was dead.

I was wrong.

Getting ready to shove off,
Mister Randall?

Can't catch fish just parked here.

I already told you people
everything I know.

Uh, did you ever see Linda Ferris
before you opened that trunk?

If I was the one that deep-sixed her,
why would I be fishing anywhere near her.

In your statement, you said you weren't sure
where you pulled up the body.

It's a big ocean.

I crewed on boats like this
as a kid.

Any fisherman worth his salt
logs where he drops his lines.

What are you trying to say?

That you know the location
where you snagged that trunk.

If you don't give it to me,
puts you in an odd light.

Thirty miles offshore, due east.

The Georges Banks.
I get it.

You were fishing in restricted waters.

I'm just trying to make a living.

I got work to do on board.

k*ller dumped her body
in the preserve

where there was the least chance of
anyone running across it.

Well, whoever he is, he sure knows
his way around an ocean.

What are you doin'?

I'm just running some liver tests.

On?

Alison uh, Alison Daniels.

No.

Unh-unh, that can't happen.

And I need the tox screen
back you borrowed.

I gotta find out what happened.

I owe that to her.

- This...
- Look at me.

- Why?
- Look at me!

What?

You're high, aren't you?

Hey, will you just back off
for a minute, alright?

Why, you lying son of a bitch!

You promised me you were clean.

Get off of me!

I guess you finally
got your wish, huh?

I quit.

Okay,

let's try to put together
what happened that night.

According to her dad, Linda Ferris
had a fight with her husband, Brad.

She leaves the house
and goes out for a run.

She heads into the park.

It's dark.

Hardly anyone's there.

That's when he made his move.

He left signs of struggle.

We found trampled brush along the trail
where he'd been hanging out.

He was lying in wait.

Maybe he was hired
by the husband.

Uh, Linda Ferris
ran in the mornings.

Her taking that jog was
a snap decision.

He couldn't have known
she was comin'.

He didn't even know her.

He had a vehicle.

That's how he got her
to the hotel.

He kept her there,
holding her c*ptive.

He hold her a day...
maybe two...

Then when he was done...

He loaded her body in the trunk,

pushed it over the side.

I think I know who k*lled her.

Linda Ferris was m*rder*d
in this room, in this bed.

How was I supposed to
know that?

You live here, don't you?

It's your hotel, has been
for sixteen years.

Doesn't mean
I can see through walls.

Hey, look, I... I'm as sorry
as the next guy that she's dead.

Ah, it's a hard sell
with your history.

What history?

Attempted m*rder,
four years at Connelly.

I was a juvenile.

I thought those records are
supposed to be sealed.

The k*ller brought her to this hotel,

miles away from the docks
where he'd have to take the body.

Now, why come here
unless he felt secure, at home?

I swear to God, it wasn't me.

Okay, then someone you knew.

He figured this was
a safe place to be.

Cops will be in the market
for a new suspect on this thing.

You give us a name or
we're gonna serve you up on a platter.

Hey, I... I... I didn't know
what he was doin' in here.

- If I had, I would have...
- A name!

Travis Hubbard.

I knew him from the joint.

Where do we find him?

It was a dozen years ago.

I... I don't even know
if he's still alive.

So what are you up to?

I'm trying to locate
one Travis Hubbard.

No credit activity
over the past five years.

Well, maybe he's dead.

Speaking of which,
you heard about Peter, right?

People come and go
so quickly here.

Mmm.
It's my own fault.

With his history,
I never should have hired him.

Look, you tried to
give him a chance.

Exactly.

It's the last time
I ever try to save someone.

Yeah, right.

I'm serious.

Oh, come on, Garret.

You act tough, but you've got
a classic Saint Jude complex.

Oh, this ought to be good.

Yeah, the patron saint
of lost causes.

I'm familiar with the reference,
but what's it got to do with me?

Hello. It's been your M.O.
ever since I met you.

That's a load of crap.

If you say so.

But if you're not a sucker
for hard luck stories,

then what the hell am I
still doin' here?

Jordan.

I think I found Travis Hubbard.

Doctor Winslow.

Didn't mean to crash the party.

I'm sorry, alright?

J... just save it.

I have some information
about Alison's death.

Thanks, anyway.

You don't care
how your wife d*ed?

I know how she d*ed, alright?

And since you're not
my boss anymore,

I no longer have to feign interest
when you speak.

Alison didn't die
of an overdose.

You know what?

You're full of it.

She had meperidine and antidepressants
in her system,

but the levels weren't toxic.

How?

Excess sodium
in the vitreous fluid of the eye.

It's a telltale sign of withdrawal.

Are you telling me that
Alison was trying to get clean?

Unfortunately, she tried to
detox a little to quickly,

which caused a acute dehydration
and a fatal seizure.

Why don't you call it a night?

No, I'm okay.

Yeah, I know...
I know you're okay.

That's a funny place
for a flu sh*t.

Screw you, Macy!

Look, you don't know
the first thing about me, alright?

- You're right.
- Yeah.

I have no idea why you're a junkie,
and, frankly, I don't much care.

Those are your demons.

I got plenty of my own.

Go chase 'em.

You run away and go chase 'em.
Leave me alone, alright?

You know, it's funny.

It looks like Alison was trying
like hell to get her life back.

Exactly what are you doin'?

Massachusetts Correctional Institution

What do you want?

Look familiar?

Thirteen years ago, you took her.

k*lled her at the Fairway Hotel.

And you hired out on a fishing boat
and dumped the body.

I think if I did that, I'd recall.

You have done it.

To two other women.

Look, you're never
gettin' out of here.

What do you have to
lose by talking?

What do I have to gain?

Another minute with me.

She look familiar yet?

Maybe.

There were other people there,

other women.

What made you pick her?

She was innocent.

Why her?

Why not?

Hey.

Brought you some rocky road
from Brigham's.

Oh, no thanks.
I'm headin' home.

You did what you
had to do, Lily.

I ruined his life.

Hey, come on.
A drunk driver did that.

You tried to be there for him.

That's what I told Doctor Stiles.

And?

Ah, he lectured me for forty-five minutes
about maintaining professional distance.

Look, everyone messes up, Lily.

My first autopsy,
I lost someone's pancreas.

I'm still looking for it.

I just don't think
I can do this anymore.

I mean, h... how do I know
I'm not gonna make another mistake?

I'll tell you right now, you will.

That's the chance we take
when we try and help anyone.

You want to know
who told me that?

You.

Hey, come on, forget it, okay?

No, I had no right to
talk to you that way.

You know, I was in shock.

Uh, turns out she was trying to
get clean when she d*ed.

I recommended rehab,
but those places really scared her.

She was lucky to have you.

I'm here to help.

Yeah, that's why I came by,
'cause I was...

I was thinking of maybe goin' out of
the country for a month, you know, c...

clear my head,
and I thought maybe...

Say no more.

Will thirty doses be enough?

Uh, yeah, yeah, that's great.

And if you need more,
you just call me.

Need a prescription for that?

Never between friends.
Come on.

Still cash, right?

Well, keeps it simple.

You know, I'm really glad
you're back, Peter.

I missed you.

One for the road?

What's this?

It's a present from Alison.

Hey, what the hell
is going on here?

You're under arrest.

What for?

For unlawful distribution of
prescription dr*gs.

Look, I'm a licensed physician.

No, you're a drug dealer.

Now you're out of business.

You just did a lot of good.

Thanks for helping me
set it up.

Thanks.

Thanks.
Thanks for everything.

Hey, Peter.

I've heard that the best way to stay clean
is to throw yourself into your work.

Yeah, yeah.

Problem is,
I'm currently unemployed.

No, actually, you quit.

I never accepted your resignation.

Why would you give me
another chance?

I'm a glutton for punishment.

I'll see you in Autopsy Two,
eight a.m. sharp.

You again.

The man who k*lled Linda
is named Travis Hubbard.

He's serving a life sentence.

The police told me.

Look, I'm sorry for accusing you.

Uh, wait, um, I have someone here
who wants to talk with you.

May I come in?

Hey, Dad.

Can I get you a coffee?

Oh.

Your money's no good here.

The freebies have got
to stop, Dad.

You're gonna go broke.

It's on Detective Rogers.

His way of saying thank you
for solving his case for him.

What is he, twelve?

Oh, haven't you heard?

The department's started recruiting
from summer camp now.

You talk to Travis Hubbard?

Yeah.

Get the answers
you were looking for?

Not really.

I know this doesn't set well
with you, Jordan, but...

sometimes it's the way
things play out.

All you're left with...

are questions.

Well, I guess this time
that has to be enough, huh?