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Do you know you can walk from one side of New Zealand to the other in less than

a day? I guess if you find a skinny bit.

No, the Coast to Coast walkway goes from that harbour, there, to the Monaco

harbour, just beyond there.

What do you say, Harry? I reckon we could do with a challenge.

Really?

Well, here's one I prepared earlier.

Wyatt Rutherford, retired pro rugby player turned fitness influencer.

He died in his ice bath in his home gym during his three times a week fitness

routine, which he always live streamed.

which is what he was doing when he slipped under the water and stayed

His fans watched him die?

Yep, 100 ,000 odd.

They sounded the alarm by the time the ambulance arrived.

A medical event leading to drowning?

You'd think, but there was a lethal amount of fentanyl in his system.

So a pro sportsman leaves pro sports and decides to catch up on all the partying

he's been on?

Not according to this social media page that's popped up.

Hashtag Stacey deserves answers.

Who's Stacey?

Stacey Winstone. She's a star flyer of the Air Attack Chair Squad.

Nice and high.

Her and Wyatt were quite the celebrity influencer couple.

Oh, okay. So where was she when he died?

Training with the rest of the squad.

Solid alibi.

No links to party drugs, which I guess is why this online swarm of Stacey and

Wyatt fans are on the murder trail.

I thought you wanted a challenge.

Not that hard.

Well, the hobbyists have a prime suspect.

Why are you even entertaining them? Because they've got a point.

We searched Wyatt's place up and down and we couldn't find any evidence that

was a drug user, even occasionally.

So who did Scooby -Doo think Scooby done it? This guy, Terence Scott.

He's a sports agent. He represents both the entire Air Attack Squad and also

poor old Wyatt.

Why would he want one of his clients dead?

Fans are lapping up Stacey's heartbreak, and Whitefield's dreams are going

gangbusters. Come on, you think he killed his client for publicity?

I think it's worth a look.

And hey, you crack this, and you could have your own podcast series.

It'll all end in tears, and not mine.

and I can beat my PB at six minutes?

It's on.

Let the shrinkage begin.

It's a bit personal, isn't it? The guy's dead. Blood vessels, medicine. Blood

vessels, cure.

I love you, Stace.

I'm doing this for you, babe.

The comments are starting to go crazy.

Yeah, he seemed pretty lucid before he got into the bath.

He must have taken the drugs just prior.

After the 10K run and before he started live casting, there was no evidence of

pills in his stomach.

Could have drunk it, I guess.

Or a patch.

Which the police didn't find.

It doesn't look like a druggie, and neither does Stacey.

I can't look at them. They're perfect.

What did the online detectives say?

That the manager did it just because they don't trust him.

That's a whole heap of theories about the Illuminati.

I think we need to talk to someone with actual skin.

Mate, there's only so many opportunities, and then you're lucky to

the commentator's box, or some board, or... Uh -huh.

Yeah, no, not a billboard, bro, like a board of trustees or something.

Okay. Bye.

Alexa Crowe, Terrence Scott. How do you do? Oh, come in, come in, come in.

Wow, this is some office.

Yeah, yeah, I'm going for a vibe, one that says, sign with me, and all this

could be yours.

Really? From sports?

Oh, yeah, yeah, athletes, they're the original celebrities. Forget the actors

and all those show puns.

I mean, black caps, all black, those guys, they had the real tangible talent.

So, Alexa, I am an open book.

You're a journo, right? Police consultant.

Why did I think you were a journo?

Because I said that to get in here.

Tell me about Wyatt Rutherford.

Yeah, he was on the cusp of great things.

And he left pro rugby at the peak of his career. Yeah, one too many concussions,

high risk of CTE. So he channeled everything into his influence of career.

What about Stacey Winstone?

Oh, she's a real sweetie.

I mean, she's heartbroken.

Of course, devastated.

That's a good story, heartbroken and devastated.

Lots of clicks.

Yeah.

Did you know that there is a group of online crime fans who think that you

murdered Wyatt?

Well, I've got a thick skin.

And besides, you know, there's no such thing as bad publicity.

Because Wyatt was, um, he was dull.

He's obsessed with fitness, clean living. I mean, and the positive

I mean, come on, bro.

Make it stop.

Someone did.

Yeah, you know what happened then?

Subscribers through the roof.

Stacey, she was a minor celebrity and now what?

Almost a household name.

You convinced me. You benefited hugely from Wyatt's death.

Sure, yeah, sure.

Wyatt is more interesting dead than he was alive, but no one is more surprised

by that than me.

So... If you think that I, um... I killed...

My client for the publicity then you accrediting me with fortune -telling

that I wish I had

Thanks

for your time.

It's so good to meet you.

Woo!

Come on!

Nice!

Keep that flow, darling!

Hello.

I'm Alexa Crowe. Push it.

Nice, good.

Beautiful state there.

I work with the police, double -checking things when, you know, there's

questions around a death.

This about Wyatt Rutherford?

Mm.

Mindy, face, please. We've talked about this. Sorry, coach.

And lift.

Great girl. Much better.

But they're different to my day. We were strictly regarded as the eye candy.

But these girls have more skills than the team they cheer for.

Better.

Greer Reid, coach and manager.

Big game coming up.

We're in off -season, so it's competitions.

We're off to the world in two months. Got a good shot at winning, too.

Hold.

Good. Did Daisy know that Wyatt was into drugs?

Of course not.

Well, from their social, you'd think they were together every second.

Unless she was training, which we do a lot.

Wyatt was on the scrap heap. His career was over.

Maybe he was secretly taking the edge off.

Terrence doesn't think so.

Strange bedfellows, you two.

After a lifetime of being thrown crumbs by...

sporting bodies, there's a lot female sport can learn from the terrances of

world.

Very diplomatic, Greer.

16!

17!

When it burns, you know it's working.

Hey,

Wyatt Rutherford, have you ever watched his streams?

No, I don't do fitness.

Sure, Reuben.

Hey, is that why Alex has been hassling me about the coast -to -coast walk?

Oh, yeah, she's decided we're all walking from one side of Aotearoa to the

other. No.

I like to clean my days off with my feet up.

You told her yet?

I'll get around to it.

Oh, look at Wyatt and Stacey's gorgeous bathroom.

How do I get to be a part of an influencer couple and lead a perfect

you want people taking photos of you while you're having a wash?

They're influencers, Ruben. Nothing's real.

Although that chandelier might be.

Oh, my God, look at that bedroom. I want that bedroom in.

It's gorgeous.

I

know

what you're doing.

Investigating what? This, right?

I saw you talking to Coach and I thought to myself, yes, finally, someone's

listening to me.

I'm Laurel.

Hashtag Stacey deserves answers.

I'm part of it.

Well, I'm Alexa Crowe. Super cool name.

I'm sorry, I've just been... Oh, um, be warned.

She's not that into the hashtag Stacey deserves answers thing. Like, she may

deserve them, but I don't know if she wants them.

Tell me this. Does Stacey still live at the house she shared with Wyatt?

Oh, uh, where he was murdered?

No. She stays with Mindy, Greer's daughter?

Greer has a daughter.

On the squad?

Uh -huh.

If you need help, Alexa, just call.

Thanks.

I will.

Oh, hey, don't you need my number?

Okay.

0 -2 -1.

Oh, darn it.

I made that myself.

Anyway, just find me on the system.

Is this by protein shake?

This isn't the day of.

Stacey wasn't anywhere near that day.

Plus, surely Harry's team tested all the supplements.

Let's ask them.

Hello, howdy.

Gild up.

Shall we?

Please. We'll go around the back.

You know, we have been here already.

Turn the place upside down. You want a fresh eye? You've got fresh eyes. And I

have to see that sexy, sexy bathroom.

The supplements were all clean.

Okay, I'm big time needing to see some of those gorgeous sponsored products.

No, we need to find where an influencer would stash those heavy -duty opioids.

Somewhere no one, including the police, would think to look.

Nothing in the ceiling cavity.

None of those panels in the wall.

Are you sure this is Wyatt's house? I can't find the sexy bathroom.

Oh, maybe it's an en suite. Which way is it to Wyatt's room?

We're standing in it.

I beg to differ.

Oh, hell no. Navy sheets?

Red flag, right?

She's giving me unsolicited dating advice.

Always a red flag when you're going home with a guy for the first time.

What's wrong with the Navy sheet?

But there's nothing worse, except for no top sheet.

Okay, no, this place is giving me 100 % bachelor pad vibe.

Crimes against interior design aren't exactly evident.

Ah, Harry, there is one thing the police missed.

Wyatt may have lived here, not with Stacey.

Look, we did go through here, obviously.

Matt?

The gorgeous linen you were after.

We were looking for opioids. This just looks like they didn't get round to

unpacking when they moved in.

Hello.

The wallpaper.

Look, I know that influencers' lives are curated, but this is next level.

Because Wyatt and Stacey weren't an influencer couple.

They weren't a couple at all.

Oh, man, it wasn't a romance. It was a showmance.

What could possibly go wrong?

Reality check, Tad. You get five rings tattooed on your chest, you don't get up

in the morning for less than ten grand.

Well, you did say you were an open book, Taryn.

And by the way, where's your computer?

Delia! She wasn't here when I came in.

Listen, I hate to intrude, but...

I just wanted to find out whether it was true that you orchestrated a phony love

affair between Wyatt and Stacey.

Yeah, all I see is an easily binding contract.

Consensual, above board, confidential.

You might want to rethink that password.

You know, a marketing vehicle is not a crime, Alexa.

What if someone wants out?

An exit strategy? Well, that's the first thing we lock down. If everyone's on

the same page, then there's no problem.

Unless someone gets murdered.

So, what do the rest of the tier squad think about this? Well, I refer you back

to confidential.

Hey, why are you here?

Do you still think I drug my own client?

Yeah. Let him drown?

You storylined everything else in his life.

Like I said, the guy was boring.

Too dull for a secret drug habit.

Oh, yeah, yeah. I see what you're saying.

Then why aren't you asking any questions?

You just accept what happened, sit back and...

Count the piles of subscribers and sponsorship deals for poor, grieving

Well, that is my job.

Doesn't look awesome, though.

And you're all about the optic, aren't you?

Hey, what's your badge number, love?

Oh, I don't have a badge anymore. And the name's Alexa, A -L -E -X -A, not L

-V -E.

Don't worry, I'm out of here.

Good. There's a fibbing cheerleader I want to talk to. Hey, you leave Stacey

alone.

It's not some big conspiracy.

It was a career move.

Well, I don't know. Living a life seems kind of exhausting.

It's like deceiving all your teammates.

Until cheerleaders make as much as rugby players, I need to work on my brand and

take every opportunity.

Sounds like Terrence talking.

And he's the best in the business.

That's what he said.

You ever see Wyatt taking recreational drugs?

No, but we hardly ever hung out.

All right, only when you were taking photos.

Hey, where was Wyatt's fake bathroom?

Because my colleague was really disappointed when she couldn't find a

in his real one.

Uh, Valentine's Day Post was at Terrence's place, his bathroom.

And none of the rest of the squad know.

You never confided in any of them?

The whole point was that everyone thought we were together.

Oh.

Yeah. See, Terrence says that interest in all of this is just... Lord, since

white light dreams of undead.

And apparently, you've become something of a household name.

I really have to get back to training. Sorry.

Push it. Four more.

Three, two, one.

Nice work.

Maybe you've heard that I'm investigating Wyatt Rutherford's death.

ask you a couple of questions.

Apparently you've already decided that Stacey killed Wyatt?

Oh, that's what she got from our little chat.

Well, she's very sensitive.

Well, her boyfriend just died, and someone's asking a bunch of questions.

sensitive too.

Well, or she could be glad that I'm asking questions.

Unless Wyatt's secret drug habit was common knowledge.

He didn't have.

Stacey and Wyatt were role models.

So what happened?

No idea.

What about you?

How well did you know Wyatt?

Anyone?

So they all ghosted you?

Every single one of them. Don't talk to the mean old lady after my questions.

Why are you smiling?

It's not funny. It makes them look guilty.

Bullfrog47 thinks that Wyatt is alive and well and working at his local tyre

shop. Stop reading hashtags, Stacey. Do I have to remind you that I was the one

who noticed the fake bedroom?

Oh, yes, and could you please follow up with the fellow who thinks that Wyatt

was killed because he was about to reveal the truth about Ken Trails?

Speaking of Trails, are we, um... You're still going on that hike?

Yes. Well, Ruben has hiked, but Mads is a team player.

Oh, no, I'm not.

What's your excuse?

I simply don't want to.

Well, if you're not going, you better make yourself useful.

Go make friends with the cheerleaders. I can try.

What am I finding out?

If murder is a team sport.

Hi.

Maddie Buchanan, women's sports and lifestyle blogger.

Terrence from Team PS asked me to drop by, write something up about your lead

to the world.

Oh, he didn't mention it to me.

Oh, he didn't? Oh, good. Do you want me to give him a call? No, no, I want him

to leave us alone to train.

Look, I promise I won't distract.

I'm actually excited to see the squad in action.

I'll make sure they're free to chat in their first break.

Thank you.

How many times are you going to watch this guy work out?

The opioid was absorbed through his skin somehow.

I'm just trying to see what I'm missing.

Like... What's in that jar on the shelf behind him? Is it some kind of

supplement? I'm the espresso guy, Alexa, not the supplement guy.

I love your state.

I like my water to be 39 degrees and in a hot tub. No way I'm going anywhere

near that.

Oh.

Oh.

Ruben, thank you very much.

You're welcome.

She has changed a lot.

But the old stereotypes linger, right?

I'm too busy encouraging my teammates to think about that.

So there's no rivalry, squabbling, bitchiness?

Would you ask male athletes the same question?

Right, I get your point, Mindy. And I would ask them if there'd been an

unexplained death connected to a male sports team.

You want to know about Wyatt.

No one cares about our success.

The fact that we're on our way to world... No, no, I care. That's why I'm

asking.

I get that it must have taken a toll. I'm sorry if I've upset you.

There was this cop here yesterday asking a bunch of questions.

Like we'd done something wrong.

And have you?

I'm just kidding.

You're Mindy Reid, right? You're the coach's daughter?

So? I legitimately own my place in the squad. And no, I don't get any special

treatment.

Noted.

Hey, Maddy. Hi.

This bag is so cool. I just wanted to check out what brand it is.

You're investigating with Alexa Crowe, aren't you?

I'm Laurel.

Alexa would have mentioned me.

Oh, yeah, sure.

How can I help you, Laurel?

Actually, it's about me helping you.

You're Murderqueen123, the site administrator for hashtag

Wow.

You're good.

You posted a picture of this last night.

Oh. Right.

Well, I was meant to show Alexa this, but the girls made a pact not to talk to

her. Which girl?

The squad.

But whose idea exactly was it to block Alexa?

What is up with you anyway? What do you think? People are asking questions.

Just make sure that you're giving them the right answer.

It's a two -way street, Mindy.

Wyatt was the weak link, not me.

Did you see Mindy or Stacey anywhere on your detective board?

That's because Stacey was his girlfriend and Mindy's her bestie.

They can't have been involved.

Thanks for coming, Terrence.

You said if I didn't, you'd break a window.

That's exaggerating.

You'd get into this place with a credit card and a broken bit of plastic.

I don't understand why I'm here.

Because we still haven't located where the opioid came from. And how am I meant

to know?

Maybe you gave it to us. Or maybe you're playing games and I don't like game

players, Alexa.

That's from a sports manager.

No.

The police took all the supplements and checked out the contents of the fridge.

But what are we missing, Terry?

You know, there's one thing that Wyatt touches in the video.

The water.

So what?

Drugs in the bath water.

Wyatt started every ice bath from scratch.

He'd start the life cast, turn on the hose, and then do reps and stretching so

nobody could have put drugs in the water.

If you say so.

Forget what.

Fentanyl is freezable and absorbable through contact with human skin.

It's the ice, Terry.

Someone poured liquid opioid all over the ice.

And you know what that means?

They just had to wait.

So White poured his own death bath?

Jeez, poor bloke. You know what else that means?

Whoever did it could have, must have done it days before.

Days before, Terry.

Now, your cheerleaders all said that they were together training on the day

died. None of them had come here.

Crap.

Exactly.

Not one of them has a solid alibi.

I knew those cheerleaders were blocking me and now I know why.

So Wyatt died on a Wednesday.

He ran his usual 10Ks, he returned to his gym, and he started his usual live

stream. He put four buckets of ice into the water. But he did exactly the same

two days earlier on Monday, finishing with six minutes in the ice bath.

His live feed finished at 11 .30 in the morning. So between 11 .30 on Monday and

10 a .m. on Wednesday, somebody poisoned the ice in his freezer.

Yeah, well, that's almost 48 hours.

Could have been anyone.

Terence reckons it was watching time trials in Wellington.

Some swimmer he wants to sign.

That's easy enough to confirm.

Morning. Hey, what you got?

It's breast service.

Do you always let them do that?

Hey, oh, treats the fentanyl. Cool.

Correct, but you knew you would be.

I'll get the teams to get in your statement.

No, leave that to us, Harry.

It's time we got some straight answers from some very dodgy cheerleaders.

Where were you between 11 .30 on Monday morning and 10 a .m. on Wednesday, the

week that Wyatt died?

Waiheke Island.

Chloe Rogers had a pink ribbon slumber party.

Chloe's pink ribbon slumber party? I was at Chloe's slumber party.

We were on Waiheke Island for Chloe Rogers' pink ribbon slumber party.

On Waiheke? With the girls at Chloe's slumber party.

Oh, I do slumber party.

So was there really a pink ribbon slumber party?

Or are they just covering for one another?

Oh, come on, Alexa. There isn't a single girl in this squad capable of what

you're suggesting.

It was a fundraiser.

Their socials will be full of the party if you want to check.

You were there.

Not if you paid me.

If we weren't training, I would have been in Whangarei. My dad died a few

ago, so I head up there once a week to pack up the house.

I'm sorry to hear that.

It was time.

He was old and in a lot of pain.

It doesn't make it any easier.

The real challenge is dealing with the year's worth of hoarding.

I mean, who needs 20 shower caps?

Which one is Mindy's? Uh, it's not cool to go look at other girls' stuff.

Well, except when we are on an official investigation, right, murder queen?

Yeah, but... You know, Laurel, when I first met you, I thought, here is

smart and brave and committed to seeing justice done.

I am. Good.

Because we need to know why Stacey called Wyatt the weak link and what she

about it. I need a phone, Laurel, or a tablet or a laptop.

Don't mind me.

How's it going?

What are you doing?

She's just making a copy. And don't worry, she will delete it right after.

Hey, Laurel, you were at the slumber party too, I was hearing.

Um, yeah.

Look, I don't think Mindy or Stacey did anything to wire it.

They're my teammates.

My mentors.

Sorry, this is a lot.

And you've been very helpful.

You really have.

Okay, Mindy Reed.

What have we got?

Well, she doesn't have much of a social media following.

Unlike her bestie.

Oh, okay.

What? Guess which cheerleader was exchanging extremely non -platonic

with Wyatt for several months before he died? Mindy, Mindy, Mindy. There were

three people in that bogus relationship, two of whom were actually having sex.

In the real bedroom, not the showman's bedroom, I'm guessing.

Oh, the navy shades.

Morning, Stacey.

Did you know that Wyatt was having a hot and heavy affair with one of your

friends, Mindy Lee?

Oh, wait.

I'm going to take that as a yes.

Sure, I knew, and I didn't care.

I wasn't into Wyatt. Mindy thought he was amazing. It was a win -win.

I didn't see her put any of those little heart emojis on your post.

She knew what she was getting into.

We were all happy.

But would you be happy if he dumped you for one of your pals, fake or not?

Have you seen my followers?

I can get big sponsors on my own.

Sure, you can now.

Evidently, people can't get enough of breathing widows.

I mean, that wasn't my experience, but I was a bit prickly back then.

I don't have a contract that says I have to talk to you, so get out of my face.

Yeah, that's what I was like.

Let's go again.

Okay, girls, line it up. Faces on. We're going full out.

Three, four, five, six, seven, eight.

One, two, three, four, five, six, seven.

You have been holding out on me.

What happened when you realized Wyatt was getting it on with the wrong

cheerleader? Hey, I don't know what it is that you think you know, but I can

assure you that whatever... Ah, damn it.

Damn it, I meant to delete these things. Yeah, sure, fine.

Wyatt and Mindy were seeing each other on the slide, but it wasn't serious.

Well, Mindy is using the elevator.

She... She was pressuring him.

to ditch the showman and become a proper couple.

And?

So Wyatt asked to be released from his contract.

What did you do? Well, I gave him a reality check. You can't go public with

Stacey's best friend. You'd be painted as a love rat.

Plus, he's breaching his contract so I could sue his ass.

No. It's business.

It's not personal.

So Wyatt ditches Mindy and happily goes back to the same squad.

Leaving Mindy with a broken heart.

And a score to settle.

Oh, shit. Hey, how did that happen?

Looks like Mindy's off her catching you.

Where is your brain, Mindy? Where?

I'm sorry.

When will you stop?

thinking about yourself and be part of the team. I am.

I am.

Do you know why this happened?

You've been distracting my team at the most crucial point in their year.

Great, hey, great. The girls know not to post it on socials, right?

Oh, just pipe down, Terrence, as if I care. Hey, I'm just saying, it's not a

good look, is it? We don't have accidents and we don't make mistakes.

Are you saying this could be deliberate?

Did you just want to make yourself useful and get her the hell away from

Looks like you might want to make a run for it, Lisa.

Sure thing.

It was a mistake.

What distracted you?

I don't have to talk to you. Where were you before Wyatt died? Because I'm damn

sure there's no evidence of you getting on a ferry to Waiheke.

I know you were with him. You loved him.

He loved me too.

No matter what that scumbag Terrence says.

And yet Wyatt chose a contract over you.

So you went there to what, talk?

We wanted to be together, and we would have been if Terrence hadn't bullied

Yes, I went over for one last time.

And? And that's it.

We slept together, I cried, and I left in the morning.

Mindy.

Did you touch the ice for his ice bath before you left?

The drug was in the ice?

And you were there.

It's that you had motive and opportunity.

I did not kill Wyatt. I loved him.

I just said goodbye.

Well, unless somebody else was there with you, too.

Someone else was there. No.

Who was it, Mindy? Tell me.

Leave me the hell alone.

Now is not the time to fall on your floor. Leave me the hell alone!

Fresh. Thank you.

I love bread.

Well, Alexa, sourdough's the best.

Can I get you a tea or coffee?

No, thanks, Laurel.

Aren't you supposed to be resting?

Oh, TBH with a bruised coccyx? Moving's better than sitting.

They said I could sit on an inflatable ring, but that's just embarrassing.

Has Coach Greer been to see you?

Yeah, she bought me those painkillers and positive affirmations.

Hello. Ah, shameful.

Harassing an injured person?

Terrence, it's fine.

They bought sourdough. No, enough.

Okay, I have a cheerleader off with a broken bum.

Bruce Coxon. And another one who's done a runner. You are dissipating my team.

Who done a runner?

Mindy Reed. She quit the team, took off for Australia.

Oh, my God. Yeah, oh, my God. We're two down, all right, and the world's coming

up.

Now, honey, how are you? When do you reckon you might get back to training?

All right, let's go.

Take it easy, Lauren.

Everything happens for a reason, sweetheart.

Just remember that, huh?

Yeah. Thank you.

Oh, hey.

Hey. Hey, come in peace.

Bearing sourdough.

Come on, Laura loved it when I went to apologise to her.

The least you could do.

Oh.

Oh, I just... I heard about Mindy leaving.

She made her choice and now we move on.

Burnout is rife in high -performance sports.

So it must be hard to watch your daughter go through that. Mindy didn't

appreciate the opportunity.

Unlike others who had to work hard for it.

Oh, like Stacey.

The favourite.

You know, until very recently, women weren't allowed the privilege of being

-performance sports people.

Oh, I know. The team made it to the world stage.

Opportunities like that are sacred.

And Mindy just threw it all away.

I just get so frustrated when young women with the opportunity to be

brilliant...

Choose mediocrity.

I was never much of a white picket fence girl myself.

Take a breath.

Hey, hashtag Stacey deserves answers has gone eerily quiet, which is weird when,

you know, they've got their answer, right?

Which is?

Mindy Reed.

Motive, opportunity, and she took off for Australia as soon as you asked her

about it. Ah.

But I don't think that Mindy ran away because she killed Wyatt.

Why then?

I think she ran away because she realized you did.

Okay, and she's scared of them?

Well, she wants to protect them.

Training's cancelled, Greer.

Uh, sorry?

What's going on?

Terrence has panned it.

I'm sorry, Terrence doesn't get to make that call.

Since when?

Since I convinced him that I know who killed Wyatt Rutherford.

You know, I've been looking at old footage of 86 FM blockbuster super

There's 20 minutes of your life you'll never get back.

No, but you were good.

I hate it every second.

I know.

And I know you love how much the sport has changed. I mean, nobody would accuse

air attack of being bits of fluff, would they?

Don't pretend you get it, Alexa.

Hey, being a female cop in the 90s was no picnic.

Really? I'm guessing you didn't have to hand out shots in a bar, in a bikini and

heels just to make minimum wage.

Fair point.

But you overcame that, didn't you?

and channeled all your frustration into making positive change for your daughter

and her generation.

That's why you hired Terrence Scott.

Someone with the skills and the connections to get you to the top. Am I

You're telling the story, are you?

Yes, I am, and it's about to get good.

Terrence talked a good game, and you were into it, until he thought pushing a

romance between a cheerleader and a rugby player was the way to get

But, Daisy...

was now not getting famous for her talent, but for being someone's

Well, it's no secret that I hated the idea.

Of course you did.

I mean, that was like going back in time in the worst possible way.

Exactly. So when your daughter, Mindy, fell in love with a rugby head, suddenly

she's watching his live stream day and night, and now there's tension between

her and Stacey.

Craig was starting to show on the team over a bloke.

So what are you suggesting?

I killed said bloke because he dumped my daughter?

Is that what it was?

See, I thought it was more because he was ruining your vision.

Like your daughter was in danger of giving it all away for a rugby player

didn't even want her. She was never going to do that.

I've always drummed it into my goals.

Squad first, sisters first. Never let a man come between you. It must have

burned when she ignored your advice then.

The night of the pink ribbon slumber party, you checked the socials and you

noticed straight away that Mindy wasn't in any of the pictures.

I was at my father's house in Whangarei that night.

You were, but you drove back.

You see, I checked the records for the Northern Gateway toll road.

You were back in Auckland before dawn.

And you drove past Wyatt's house, just to be sure.

And Mindy's car was parked outside.

She'd gone back there, chosen a man over her team bonding, chose to defy her

mum, her coach, yet didn't like that one little bit.

You practically dragged her out of there.

Wendy. Stay away from me.

Ow!

So the burning question for me is, did you take your father's fentanyl because

you planned to use it on Wyatt?

Or did you think it up there and then?

You're supposed to return all meds to the pharmacy or the doctor when someone

passes, Greer.

But you didn't.

You kept that hugely dangerous drug and we both know what you did with it.

Now, your daughter Mindy is already going through hell because she knows

you killed Wyatt.

And I'm hoping you'll bear her the pain of having to dob you in.

I told you. My stupid daughter didn't realize how good she had it.

I secured the future of every girl in that team.

No one will pressure them to be trophy wives to sportsmen. I trained those

to demand more.

Not to need a man.

But your daughter loved Wyatt.

That's why you killed him.

No. No. You killed him for the team.

Poor form, coach.

Poor form.

16 k's, Harry. Nine miles, partner. Yeah, all the way across Aotearoa. Even

it is a skinny bit.

Please.

Yeah, no, it was never on my to -do list.

Both harbours and only two volcanoes.

Which we could have gone around or passed, not up and over.

Where's the fun in that?

Since when did Alexa Crow like fun?

Beep, beep. Coming through, people.

Oh, that is the end. Come on, let's go. Step it up, guys.

The murder weapon is the jellyfish.

Alexa, meet Wadu, the bad boy of the aquarium.

You're blaming the octopus.

Oh, my God.

That's her.

Please,

please, just give me the 19th inning ball to your heart. Will? Will Crow!

I slept on your couch. I was okay.

Everyone you meet's just a potential murder suspect.

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