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As a child, I was showered with love.

Then I was forged in fire.

When I was 15, I lost my family to the flames.

Thanks to our negligent slumlord.

That's the night I paid him back by burning down his house.

I didn't know he was inside.

At least, that's what I told everyone.

Years later, a wiser man

taught me that love is actually deadlier than fire.

Twice the heat

ten times the destruction.

At least 33 people have been killed

in a heat wave currently wracking the nation.

And the heat will only get deadlier in the days to come

meteorologists say.

Humidity levels surpassing 90% and an absence of wind

are making conditions that are already uncomfortable

feel positively unlivable.

Here's LXR's Bill Arrens with the weather report.

This heat is rising everywhere.

106 degrees in Seattle, 98 in Portland

Kansas City 106, 99 in Indianapolis.

And while the heat is here to stay

it is also gradually making its way east, which is why

these weather projections have been making headlines across the country.

No one has ever seen colors on the map like this.

Cities like New York, Philadelphia, and Washington

can soon anticipate temperatures over 100 degrees.

With heat advisories in force in over half the country

it remains to be seen...

Okay, you want a hot tip? I've got something.

Yeah. It's this killer spot right on the water.

Tons of potential.

Used to be a cannery.

Yeah, Ironside Cannery.

Hush, hush, okay?

It's not on the market yet

but I'm hearing the owner may be open.

Yeah, man. Later.

There she is.

You can actually breathe in here.

I know. It's the best AC in the city.

They tell me I'm spoiled.

You totally are.

My girl!

You know, I prefer an extra 10K a year

but I'll take what I can get.

So will I.

So how are we looking?

Is the coast really clear?

She's all yours.

Thanks, Manny.

You're the best!

There we go. Ironside Cannery.

Time for bed?

Sorry. I was just leaving, so...

Why? You don't have to run away.

Come on in. The water's fine.

Are you new to the building?

No. No, no, no. Not really.

I've just... I better go.

See ya.

I know, it's hilarious.

It's not a joke, the land's worth a fortune.

So how's it going at City Hall?

- It's going all right. - Good.

Is that the mayor?

Yep. They're old friends.

Lane...

I know I'm new here, but...

I was wondering if maybe there's a chance to get a few minutes with him?

Because I heard something

- last night. - Yeah.

Yeah, sure. I'll clear his schedule for you.

I didn't mean today. Just whenever there's a minute.

Well, I'll let you know if there's an opening.

Probably after Labor Day.

Don't mind him. He's just marking his territory.

Yeah, I get it. Men.

- I'm Claire. - Olivia.

Good luck.

Thanks.

Mr. Crane.

Hi, I'm new. I started last week.

I wanted to introduce myself.

I know who you are.

Of course you do. I don't wanna bother you

but I just wanted to let you know how excited I am to be working here.

I'm reading your book right now and I saw you give a speech when I was 18

and it really meant a lot to me.

Anyway, I heard something interesting last night

- and... - Terrific. Join me for lunch?

Yeah. I'm on a protein-only diet right now. Is that cool?

- You're buying. - Okay.

This is concerning.

Are you a serial killer?

- No. - That's exactly

what a serial killer would say.

- I'm working a case. - Are you a cop?

At least you'll know how to drink.

Oh, you're with Claire? You drink for free.

But tip all you want.

Here's to polka dot socks, summer nights and new friends.

Cheers.

I love your dress.

I like your suit.

What are the odds?

It's not a big city. The odds are good.

No swimming tonight?

Didn't wanna interrupt your alone time.

I'm Eve.

You're not gonna tell me your name?

Not sure yet.

How's your date going? I like his suit.

I picked it for him.

My fiancé.

Where's your ring?

I left it at home. We're pretending we just met tonight.

Spicing things up.

Why don't we make him jealous? Slip out back, go for a dip?

I don't think your guy would like that.

Oh, my brother? He won't mind.

I wouldn't wanna interrupt your family time.

Well, this is me.

Can I give you a ride home?

It's okay. I'm not far.

Come on. We can get one more.

That is my partner.

Making new friends, I guess. Gotta go.

Hey!

Hey, police! Hey!

Back off! Hey!

Don't turn around.

So what do you do?

A little of this, a little of that.

That's on brand.

What is?

You being vague.

Very "mysterious stranger".

I'm an entrepreneur.

You're still so vague.

Which, I mean, I kind of don't mind.

I don't wanna be defined by how I earn my rent.

I just wanna earn my rent.

I don't like to be defined, period.

Me neither.

Teddy, what's the hold up?

The new guy in the permit office, he's an idiot.

Then why don't you use your head.

Invite him for drinks and make him a useful idiot.

Okay, what else do we have now?

And don't tell me about downtown

and I'm over the West Side. So where's next?

Come on, people. That's what I pay you for. Teddy?

Lane?

What about the docks?

What about them?

A great place to get mugged.

As more people get priced out of upscale zip codes

they'll need somewhere to go.

Are you teaching me the concept of gentrification?

Of course not, Sir. I'm just pointing out

the potential of the old industrial side of the waterfront.

That's a nasty commute.

Not after the new red line is finished.

Have you heard about the Ironside Cannery?

It's huge. There's multiple buildings.

Could be lofts, condos, commercial space.

The owner's looking to sell but hasn't made an announcement.

Who would want to live on the docks?

Think big picture.

As the industrial plants die out, the docks become a boardwalk.

Tourists, shops, waterfront hotels.

The entire zip code is ripe for an overhaul.

Interesting.

Send me the details.

I already did.

Is that so? Lane?

Yeah, I'm sure there's an email here somewhere.

Then why don't you set something up?

- Of course. - Actually no, forget it.

Claire can do it.

Sir, I... I got it right here.

- Right? - Yes, sir.

- Yes, sir. - How soon?

- Whenever you're ready. - Okay.

How about 3.00pm?

Today?

I'll get right on it.

Good work.

All right, let's go.

Good work, Claire.

Anywhere to grab food around here?

I know a place.

This was my dad's old hangout.

He was a janitor at the high school around the corner.

Was?

He's dead. My mom too.

Any siblings?

I had a sister, yeah. Also gone. I was 15.

They were all killed in a terrible fire in the Powell Avenue projects.

Of course. I remember that. Tragic. I'm so sorry.

The other day, you said that you saw me speak somewhere.

Where was that?

Second Chances?

I don't know if you remember it.

- It's... - A halfway house. Second Chances.

Of course I remember, yeah.

I get a lot of talks there. It was...

It was my first wife's... passion project.

I didn't know that.

We basically bankrolled the foundation.

Hell, I even built the new building they're in.

Actually, we have

quite a few Second Chances alumni working for the company.

"Alumni"!

You make it sound so dignified.

Because it is dignified.

I won't ask for details, but...

you had a rough start, right?

When I look at you, a real go-getter with a bright future...

Never let anyone shame you about your past.

Promise?

Promise.

Lane, you are so needy.

I've never had such a needy assistant

nor one who can't use punctuation or capitals like an adult.

Out, out, brief candle. Life's but a walking shadow.

And here I come to the rescue.

And then there was light.

I didn't know you smoked.

We all have our little secrets, don't we?

Over a quarter of a million homes are without electricity tonight

from Oregon to California

thousands in the northwest trapped in the dark.

This regional shutdown is the latest result

of a heat wave that has gripped the US for weeks now.

I used to be scared of the dark, when I was a kid.

- Most kids are. - Oh, no, no.

I mean, like straight up...

terrified.

My imagination would run wild. I'd just completely freak out.

It's hard to picture you like that.

This one night I was home alone with my sister, Ella

and the power goes out, and I panic.

And then I'm crying, hyperventilating.

Ella wants to help, so she surrounds me with candles.

And I just had to rearrange all of them according to...

shape and size.

And one of our posters catches fire.

- What? - Yeah.

Our walls were covered with stuff.

It all goes up in flames.

- No. - Yeah.

We get the fire out with the blankets, but I mean, there's...

But there were scorch marks everywhere.

And my dad was so mad.

- I bet. - Yeah.

He refused to repaint...

saying that we needed to see the burn marks

to remember to not be so reckless, but...

I secretly loved those burn marks.

They reminded me of how much my sister tried to protect me.

She sounds like a great sister.

Yeah.

Yeah, she was.

I wish I could've protected her, you know?

What happened?

I was sleeping over at a friend's, and there was...

There was a fire.

Our landlord neglected all the buildings for years.

No fire alarms...

no sprinklers.

I just wasn't there.

They didn't make it.

It's okay. It's okay.

You're on Scott's desk now.

- What? - So surprising, right?

Get your stuff.

BCC me on anything you're not sure about, which will be everything.

Where are you going?

Teddy's desk.

Oh, that's not so bad.

- Seriously? - Lane.

When you get a chance

show Claire how to make my cappuccinos.

There's a good man.

"When you get a chance" means now.

You are unbelievable.

First you go over my head, and now you take my job?

You were copied on that cannery email.

You could've run with it.

She's got a point, Lane.

Oh, please.

You did that to cover your own ass

make yourself seem like a team player.

That's not true.

Whatever.

At least this'll give me a chance to spend more time with my dad.

He's not getting any younger or better.

Is he all right?

He's at Saint Mark's.

- The hospital? - He's in and out of there a lot.

- Is he sick? - Forget it, Claire.

We're not friends.

You don't know anything about me.

Good luck with your new job.

Let's play hooky today.

Go see a movie or lunch. Something fun.

I can't.

Boss man is really happy with me. I want to keep it that way.

With a great job comes great responsibility.

You seem happier.

I am.

I finally feel like my life is heading somewhere.

Somewhere good.

Mine too.

So can you make it up here?

I was thinking we could get a late dinner.

Again?

Okay.

No. No, no, no. It's fine.

Okay. Goodbye.

Thank you, Claire.

- See you in the morning. - Yeah.

- Are you heading out? - Soon, yeah. You can go.

You okay, sir?

I'm fine.

My social butterfly wife can't fit me into her calendar.

Okay.

- Have a good night. - You too.

Oh, but, Claire, I was thinking...

maybe a little party for some of the staff.

Saturday, my place?

Yeah, it sounds lovely.

You're invited too.

Or do you have plans already?

No, I... Of course, I would love to come.

Would you like me to organize it?

Let the social butterfly do it.

It'll give her something productive to do.

Okay. Goodnight, sir.

Have a good night too. And Claire?

Thank you.

Anytime, sir.

- I love your hair, it looks great. - Oh, thanks. Yeah.

Change up.

Wait until you see this house. It's...

- It's unreal. - It's huge.

I know.

Okay, I'll be right back. I'm sorry.

Hey, dude!

Claire, hey.

- You made it. - Yeah.

- Thanks for having me. - Of course.

Your house is really beautiful.

Oh, thank you. I suppose it is.

- Let's get you a drink, shall we? - Yeah.

My wife is very proud of her cocktails.

- Feel free to challenge her. - Okay.

Baby?

This is Claire, my new assistant. Claire, this is my wife.

Genevieve.

Nice to meet you, Genevieve.

You should try Genny's mojitos.

- Lane, how are you? - Hey.

How's your father?

He's doing okay.

May I?

Be careful with that.

Drinks. What would everyone like? We have everything.

I'll take one of those mojitos, please.

Coming right up.

What about you, Claire?

Same.

- How about a refill? - Sure.

Thank you.

So, Claire...

Be honest.

What's it like?

"Be honest."

To be Scott's assistant.

You don't have to answer that.

Babe, don't make me look bad in front of our guest.

Forgive my wife. In general, we don't discuss work at home.

Oh, yeah? Why is that?

That's a good question. Why don't we discuss work at home, honey?

So, are you in a relationship?

I was sort of seeing someone, but they...

turned out to be a dishonest asshole, so.

I'm sorry to hear that.

But, with your guy would you talk about work?

With my guy? No, not really.

You see, that's the way it should be. Everything in its place, healthier.

It's Genevieve who insists on having these get-togethers.

Left to my own devices, I would never bring work home.

Well...

I am really glad you did.

Cheers.

Cheers.

- So, how about Genevieve? - What do you mean?

I mean, she's so cliché trophy wife it's stupid, right?

I guess. Yeah.

It's okay to admit it.

We're all supposed to want her.

If I swung that way, I'd bang her in a heartbeat.

That's what she's for. Like that house.

We're supposed to wanna bang the house?

No, the house, the... The young, hot wife.

It's all just Crane's way of showing us he's living the dream.

So how long have they been together?

I don't know. Pretty much since his first wife disappeared, I think.

Disappeared?

Yep.

Eventually declared dead.

Was she...

Young and hot? No.

Old and rich.

Claire, this is my wife.

This is my wife... This is my wife...

Leave me alone.

- We need to talk. - Did you follow me here?

You told me you come here on Sundays.

- I wanna be left alone. - No, you don't.

Do not tell me what I want!

Okay, you're right. That came out wrong.

You need to go.

I've been losing my mind. You're not returning my calls.

Gee, I wonder why.

Why did you come here? Someone's going to see us.

I know, I wasn't thinking.

And now we're hiding?

This isn't me. I don't do affairs.

- Me neither. - Oh, please, Eve.

Or should I call you Genevieve?

You even lied about your damn name.

My mom always called me Eve.

It just...

It came out when I met you.

It's the real me.

Please.

- Claire. - What?

I'm sorry.

I've been trying to find a way to tell you about my situation.

You mean your marriage.

I was really young when we met.

And it worked for a while, but things change.

He got bored of me.

We've been basically living separate lives for years.

Not what it looked like last night.

That's all I'm good for now, for show.

We rarely sleep together, and when we do it's...

- It's all wrong. - It's irrelevant. You're married!

I am not a wife to him.

I'm a party favor.

Just another thing that he likes to flash around.

Does he know about the condo?

Yeah, but he thinks I rent it out.

I inherited it from my parents, and I've held onto it

because it's the only thing that's mine.

And a convenient place to take your lovers.

That changed with you.

Oh, 'cause I'm different.

You know there's something between us.

It's not casual anymore. I'm not sure if it ever was.

Claire, I...

I'm falling for you.

Claire!

That was really nice work, Claire.

Developing that cannery's gonna be a great project.

Just what I've been looking for.

Do you know which one of my buildings I'm the most proud of?

The one you can't see here.

I'll give you a clue.

225 Shady Grove in Foxtown Township.

Halfway house.

- Second Chances. - Yes.

That halfway house was my first wife's passion project

and it became mine, too.

Annabelle poured her heart and soul into it.

I'd bet she'd have wanted to be buried there.

It's...

hallowed ground, you know?

I'm really grateful...

to both of you.

You see, after my family died, I got into trouble, went into the system.

When I got out, Second Chances...

That was my home when I really needed one.

Did you have fun last night?

Yeah.

What did you think of Genevieve?

Your wife? She's very nice.

Very nice.

They say that love is deadlier than fire.

Twice the heat...

ten times the destruction.

It's a very interesting thing, being married to someone younger.

You should've seen the way she used to look at me.

Like I was everything.

Now I don't even know what she does all day.

Probably sleeping with someone else.

But it's okay. Because...

no matter what...

I'm never letting her go.

Do you know why, Claire?

Because if I lose Genevieve...

they might come after my really valuable properties.

I didn't think I'd hear from you.

Neither did I.

What changed?

Can I blame the heat?

Thank God for the heat.

He doesn't respect you.

He called you his property.

I'm surprised how mad it made me.

It felt horrible not being able to defend you.

That's sweet, but you don't need to defend me.

I defend everyone I love.

You were right.

This was never casual.

What are we gonna do now?

We have to be careful. This could get ugly.

Scott Crane doesn't like to lose.

I don't either.

Oh, yeah. I forgot to tell you. I'm going out of town tomorrow.

Where to?

Seattle. Boring meetings.

Okay.

Will you miss me?

Maybe.

Definitely.

Definitely.

Excuse us.

Come on. The pool has a sick view.

Oh, my God.

Bullshit. Bullshit. You're lying.

You're just trying to piss me off.

How dare you? How dare she?

Who the hell does she think she is? I'll...

No. Oh, you are home.

Not now.

No, no, no, no. You stay right there.

Did you wanna leave him a message?

Scott...

Go home.

You'll hear from him if he needs anything.

Hey, Scott, it's Claire.

I'm home now, but if there's anything you need, any time

I'm here, of course.

Bye.

This is Eve. Leave a message.

Scott?

Scott, it's Claire.

Scott?

Scott?

Scott?

Have you heard from him?

Not since he left yesterday.

What's going on?

- Nothing. - You all right?

You're acting kind of weird this morning.

I'm fine.

Look Claire, I...

I wanted to apologize for how I treated you before.

I've been stressed with work and my dad and...

I took it out on you.

Thanks.

Is Scott here?

No.

I don't know where he is.

Is Scott pissed at you?

Look, if you did something wrong, just own up to it.

He hates excuses.

Thanks.

- Yeah. - Okay.

- Hi. - Hi. How are you?

I'm Detective Parker. I'm here to see Teddy.

Thanks.

Claire?

A word?

Claire, this is Detective Parker. Mr. Crane's assistant, Claire Valens.

Thanks, Teddy.

Give us a minute?

Please, sit.

Okay.

Do you play?

What?

- Tennis. - No.

Do you play any sports?

Kickboxing.

Kickboxing. Fantastic.

How long have you been Mr. Crane's assistant?

Only a couple weeks.

Is he okay?

Honestly, I don't know.

When's the last time you heard from him?

Yesterday around 3:00.

He left early.

Is that unusual, him leaving early?

Yeah. Unless he has afternoon meetings.

Did he have any?

No. None that were scheduled through me. I mean, you know?

Did you hear from him after that?

- Well... - Sorry I'm late.

Here, double red eye.

- Hi. Hey. - Hi.

- You two know each other? - Sort of.

Not really.

Which is it? Sort of or not really?

Well, we ran into each other before, had a drink.

Claire was telling me that Scott Crane left the office

around 3:00 yesterday.

And I believe you were about to tell me

that you did indeed hear from him after that.

Yeah, he texted me last night.

Around what time?

Around 8:00.

What did he say?

Can you tell me what's going on?

This morning a cleaning woman found

indications of possible foul play in Mr. Crane's bedroom.

Blood, signs of a struggle.

We're treating it as a likely crime scene.

Now, we're not sure that it is Mr. Crane's blood yet

but it does match his type.

I don't believe it. I... I was just there last night.

You were at his house last night?

You said you last saw him here in his office around 3:00.

Yeah, that's right.

And then I went there later, he wasn't there.

How do you know that?

'Cause I went inside.

Do you have a key?

No. It was open.

Unlocked?

- Not all the way closed. - Ajar?

Is this normal for you, to go into his house without an invitation?

Or did you have an invitation?

No.

No, it's not normal, or no, you didn't have an invitation?

- Both! - Claire.

Claire. I know this is hard.

Okay, I'm sure you're just worried about your boss

and before we get lost in the weeds here

maybe you can tell us about that text from him.

What did it say?

It said, "I know." That was the last text I got from him.

"I know."

What does that mean? What does he know?

It means, I think that he knows that I've...

been sleeping with his wife.

Good idea on the double shot. This may take a while.

Claire, what's going on? Is Scott missing?

His cleaning woman found blood in his bedroom.

Oh, my God.

What the hell is going on?

Scott's missing.

- His bedroom's covered in blood. - I didn't say covered.

Do they think he's dead?

We're not certain.

Excuse me, but we're not certain of anything at the moment.

Is one of you Lane Baxter Smith?

Yeah, that's me.

We'd like to speak with you please.

Of course.

Right this way.

Claire.

Be right back.

Hey. Did someone tell you?

- Scott... - I know. I'm flying back tonight.

I'm really freaked out.

Did the police talk to you?

Yeah, they're here right now.

Well, what did you tell them?

What do you mean, what did I tell them?

I told them the truth.

About us?

Yeah.

Hello?

Hello?

Yeah. Yeah, okay. That's good. You did the right thing.

This is gonna be awkward, but that doesn't matter.

We'll handle it together. Let me know if you hear anything new.

Okay?

- Okay. - I love you.

Me too. Thanks.

Okay, and what's the flight number?

Yeah. Terminal? Gate?

Got it. Thanks. I owe you one.

Crane's wife is due in at midnight.

You wanna bring her in tomorrow or go to her now?

You bring the assistant in, you go to the wife.

You know, you questioned Genevieve quite a bit

when Crane's first wife disappeared.

What was she like?

You've got my report. You tell me.

You liked her for it, then you didn't.

Genevieve went by Eve back in the day.

Barely out of her teens, banging an older guy way up the food chain.

She had motive, both her and Crane did.

His first wife's family money.

But so did a boatload of other folks.

See, Crane dealt with some nasty people back in the day.

Construction permits, unions, et cetera.

Do I need to spell it out for you?

- And now? - Now what?

- Motive. - You tell me.

Well... Crane and wife number two have a crystal-clear pre-nup.

No life insurance. He dies, she gets nothing.

And your girlfriend, his assistant?

Yeah, see, I don't see the upside for Claire either.

She looks up to Crane, excels at her job and, yeah, she...

admitted to sleeping with the trophy wife.

But what? She's gonna throw her whole life away for a fling? I don't know.

You're ascribing logic to the mind of a young female.

- Really? - Really.

Come on, Parker. You can't say stuff like that anymore, man.

No. You can't say stuff like that. I can say whatever the hell I want.

What are they gonna do, make me retire early?

Hey.

Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you.

What the hell are you doing here?

How did you get in?

The alley. The window was open.

I called your name. I thought you heard me.

I left it open 'cause the AC's out. Why are you sneaking around here?

- Why don't you just... - I didn't think it was a good idea.

For the cops to see me here.

I told them about us.

I know, but still, considering.

They asked me not to spend the night at the house.

They're still going through everything, looking for...

I don't know what they're looking for.

I'm really worried about Scott.

Me too.

Are you?

Why would you ask me that?

I feel really guilty.

So do I.

Whatever happened, it had nothing to do with us.

Did you tell Scott about us?

No. No way.

Someone did.

You need sleep.

Yeah.

You know where to find me, if you need to.

Go out the front door.

Sneaking around looks more suspicious.

You're right. We have nothing to hide.

Anymore.

Coffee?

- No, thanks. - You sure?

I made it. It's not our usual mud.

Okay. Sure.

- Hey. - Hey.

Claire, please.

- Any news on Scott? - Still missing.

The struggle in his bedroom was serious though.

We've confirmed that the blood's his.

At the very least, he was injured.

How's it feel?

Looking down on us little people.

Never thought of it like that.

What were you doing in Seattle, Mrs. Crane?

- Meetings. - What kind of meetings?

So what was Scott upset about when he left the office?

I really don't know.

Maybe your affair with his wife?

No.

Why not?

He wouldn't have just left. Scott would've confronted me.

What can you tell us about Claire Valens?

What do you wanna know?

So we did some digging around, Claire

and it turns out you're not exactly

a stranger to law enforcement after all.

Sounds like your childhood wasn't easy.

My parents did what they could.

Your parents and your sister

died in the fire in the Powell Avenue Projects.

- The electrical... - I'm familiar with it.

God, that must've been devastating, Claire.

You just turned 15.

Six months later, you were arrested for arson

in which the building's landlord...

You mean slumlord.

Was badly burned.

Were you trying to hurt him?

No.

That's what you told the police at the time.

That's what I'm telling you now.

My family died in an electrical fire

'cause the building wasn't up to code.

Maybe if the millions of dollars the city gives to the cops

would've gone back into the community

they'd still be alive today.

Now, you got out of juvie when you were 18

then you went to a halfway house. Is that right?

A place called Second Chances.

And that's where you first met Scott Crane.

Mrs. Crane?

I don't know what you want me to say.

Claire was at your house the night Scott went missing.

You know why we're asking about her.

Claire would never hurt Scott. She idolizes him.

Is it fair to say that you were obsessed with Scott Crane?

No.

You were inspired by him.

You followed his career, got a job at his company

became his assistant.

You even slept with his wife.

I didn't know Eve was his wife.

Really? Because you seemed to know everything else about him.

- That's not true. - Okay, okay

so what did you do after you found out

that Eve was married to your boss?

Did you stop seeing her, did you tell him?

What did you do?

Your girlfriend was married to your boss.

Your mentor, the man you looked up to.

What did you do when you found out?

- Hey, partner. - It's a simple question.

Look Claire

you're under a lot of stress, okay?

Do you want to take a break?

Would you like that? Yeah?

Just take your time.

Wait, woah, woah.

Hair found in the master bedroom

matches the DNA sample from Claire's coffee mug.

A few of the hairs have Crane's blood on them.

Won't say I told you so.

Search warrant? Claire's apartment?

No, we'll head there now. They can bring us the warrant.

Hey, Manny.

Hey. I keep getting your voicemail.

- Where you at? - I'm home.

You gotta get out of there.

What? Why?

The cops were just here.

They got dirt on you. Your hair in some guy's blood?

That's impossible.

They're gonna search your place.

I have nothing to hide.

Are you sure about that?

It sounds to me like you're being set up.

Unless you've got cash for a real lawyer, I'd get lost.

Trust me. I've had a public defender.

Claire? This is Detective Leonard.

Claire? Can we talk?

Okay. I like her.

I'll take Canal Street.

Claire? It's Arlo. You don't wanna do this, okay?

Please just call me?

You think Eve was the one who pointed the cops my way?

I know you were having fun and all, but I don't trust her.

Why?

Well, she never looks me in the eye.

Makes me miss the lady who owns her unit. She was a real sweetheart.

What?

I thought she inherited the condo from her parents.

Hell no. She rents it from Ms. Jeffreys

who moved back east to live with her son.

When?

I don't know, last month.

I need a favor.

Claire, what's going on?

What did you tell the cops?

I told them they're crazy if they think you did anything to Scott.

But Claire, you can't just run away.

I know.

I know, I want to turn myself in, but I'm scared. Will you take me?

To the police station? Yeah, of course.

Where are you?

I'm at the park...

by the water.

- Hurry. - Okay.

What are you doing here?

Why do you have a knife?

Protecting myself. Someone broke into my condo.

It's not even yours. You didn't inherit it.

Claire, you're scaring me.

Did you rent this place because you know I use the pool?

How long have you been watching me?

Okay, you're acting paranoid.

You killed your husband. I know you did.

Enough!

You. You were at the house that night. I was out of town.

How convenient. You planted my hair. You set me up.

Claire, you're acting unstable.

Like you might try to hurt me.

Okay? Let's just...

Parker?

Yeah.

The ice pick missing from Crane's kitchen.

Our likely murder weapon.

Seems a little obvious, no?

Dave here.

Hey, Dave, it's Claire Valens.

Hey, Claire.

Your guys are here, I'm just getting the last of our stuff.

Everything okay?

Yeah, yeah. I was just

finishing my internal report on the deal

and I had a quick question.

Do you know an Eve White?

Eve? Yeah, sure.

Did you ever discuss selling the cannery with her?

Yeah.

Something wrong?

I'm just confused. Eve told me she'd connect me with a buyer.

Isn't she the one who sent you to me?

- Claire? - Yeah.

Yeah. Of course. I was just confirming, so...

Thanks.

It's this killer spot right on the water.

Used to be a cannery.

Yeah, Ironside Cannery.

You shouldn't be here. The cops keep coming and going.

I am so going to get fired for this.

There.

Right after I leave.

Did you rent this place because you know I use the pool?

How long have you been watching me?

Enough!

What now?

I gotta get out of here.

Okay.

Thanks.

I just can't believe it.

You're sure it's Scott's blood?

Unfortunately, yes.

The ice pick had been cleaned

but we found traces of Scott's blood on it.

I just...

I can't believe that Claire would do something like that.

Even after...

She mentioned kickboxing.

Looks like she's pretty good.

Did she say anything else?

Just what I told you.

I was trying to bring her in to you guys.

It was probably for the best that didn't happen.

The two of us walking into the police station together?

Media would've loved that, huh?

Yeah.

Yeah, the parallels between this and the Annabelle Crane case

would've been too rich to ignore.

Because

well, when his first wife disappeared

it was Scott Crane who was out of town

and you were here to deny

what sure looked like an affair the two of you were having.

But we weren't.

Scott was just a mentor to me at that point.

You met Mr. Crane at Second Chances.

You were there after your juvenile stint on drug charges

but you're saying the two of you weren't romantically involved?

That came later.

I was there for him after he lost his wife.

There's just... one more thing that I'm unclear about.

How much direct interaction did you have with the victim?

I mean Annabelle Crane herself.

Are we really gonna do this right now?

Right as you tell me that my girlfriend probably

murdered my husband?

Not the most endearing plea for sympathy I've heard, Eve.

But no

we're not gonna do this now.

Way to support me there, partner.

Look, come on. I wasn't going to...

Annabelle Crane was a tough case.

It was a tough time for me personally.

- I know that. - No physical evidence

nothing but rumors, and my wife was dying, Arlo.

But I did my job.

Parker, I'm not trying to...

Parker.

Where?

Let's go.

Detective Leonard.

So, Arlo, I was wondering

are you named after Woody Guthrie's kid or what?

Claire.

Glad you called.

So...

you got a burner phone?

I'm turning it off as soon as I hang up.

Why don't we just meet down at the station?

That's the only way this is going to get resolved.

I would never chance it. I'd never get out of there.

We found him, Claire.

We found Scott Crane's body.

At the Ironside Cannery.

He must've been taken there just after he was killed.

And then somebody went back and set the body on fire.

And look at me, with a history of arson.

You have to see that Eve is setting me up.

Why would she?

With the pre-nup, and now that Crane's dead

she's locked out of his money.

Yeah, maybe not.

What do you mean?

Eve doesn't need a pre-nup.

I think she's got her hands in Scott's business

in all kinds of secret ways.

Tell me more.

I need to do more digging first.

Wait, Claire...

All right.

Here's the timeline as we've been able to piece it together so far.

Scott Crane discovers his new assistant, Claire Valens

is sleeping with his wife.

Scott sends Claire a text, "I know."

Claire takes a Lyft car over to Scott's house, they argue,

there's a struggle, Scott's killed.

This is the murder weapon?

From Crane's kitchen. We found it hidden in Claire's apartment.

Cleaned, but not clean enough.

See, this wasn't planned.

This was a crime of passion fueled by Claire realizing

that she's about to lose everything.

Her job, her mentor, her lover.

Claire then uses Scott's car

to transport the body to the old Ironside Cannery

a property Scott recently purchased based on Claire's advice.

All the way to the docks?

She moved the body herself?

Strong girl. Kickboxer.

She then returns the car, taxis back home.

Lyfts.

Lyft. She used Lyft.

How much time between the two Lyft rides?

Forty-four minutes and 36 seconds, ma'am.

Numbers are kind of his thing. Big Moneyball fan.

Does that give Valens enough time to kill Crane

take the body to Ironside, then make it back to the house?

Barely.

Which is a yes.

Detective Leonard made the drive three times.

Four.

Barely made it each time.

We start closing in, Claire panics, goes back

burns the body to destroy any further evidence.

She does have a juvenile history of arson.

Correct. She torched the home of Jacob Smith, her building's landlord.

- Who she didn't know was inside. - Or so she claims.

Now the judge believed her at the time.

Jacob Smith survived, and he was no innocent victim.

He let the building fall under code.

Ten people died, including Claire's parents and her 17-year-old sister.

Why don't you take a bar exam, kid?

Defending criminals pays better than putting them away.

- I'm just laying out the facts. - And the current wife, Genevieve

she's conveniently out of town for all this?

Not so convenient for her.

With their pre-nup and his will

she's gonna need a new sugar daddy to maintain her lifestyle.

- Alibi? - Solid.

Still no contact from Valens?

Well, no word on my end,

but she does like Arlo here better than she likes me.

Any word, Detective Leonard?

No, Ma'am.

Stop, stop, stop.

Been waiting a while.

Am I sunburnt?

I had to make sure you were alone.

Why'd you come?

I have my own doubts.

What kind of doubts?

You first.

Come on.

I found a bunch of business cards hidden in Eve's condo.

She never even told me she was involved in real estate.

Eve has been in contact with a lot of people

who ended up selling property to the Crane Corporation.

So what, Claire? It's her husband's company.

Scott knew nothing about it.

Here's an example.

Ironside Cannery.

Eve waited for me

where she knew I'd overhear her, and then drops the tip.

I bring the tip to Scott. Scott buys the place.

That's just one example.

She's been doing it for years.

Why?

Why? Finder's fees.

The seller pays her a percentage on the side after the sale goes through.

I've seen her bank statements.

She's been stashing cash for years.

Maybe Scott found out, he'd be furious.

He hates not being in control.

Maybe it came out when Eve told him about us.

Yeah. Okay, that's... That's an interesting theory

but it doesn't change Eve's alibi, which is still rock solid.

Are you sure she couldn't have just snuck back here somehow?

Positive. We have security footage of her out of town on the day.

Then someone else must be involved.

Yeah.

Yeah, Claire. An accomplice, like you.

What?

Look, that's just what the DA's gonna argue if this is your defense.

Even if you can prove it.

Best case...

you and Eve go down together.

So what? You're saying I'm screwed?

Maybe not.

Come on.

How much do you know about the disappearance of Annabelle Crane?

Scott's first wife? Not much.

I think Scott and Eve killed her.

What?

Why, so they could be together?

And for the money.

You know your boss puts on airs like he's a self-made man

but back then, he needed hard cash to get it going

and a lot of that came from Annabelle's family.

It's very old money.

So, Annabelle goes missing.

My partner Parker was the lead investigator.

His own wife was dying.

She had bone cancer.

He was desperate, running out of time, money.

I think Crane bribed him to tank the case.

I've been doing a lot of digging, and it's all there in the reports.

And what's not in the reports, just these little clues that add up big.

Parker checking his wife into a new facility.

Experimental treatments.

Out of her health insurance network, that's for sure. Way out.

And his wife still passed away.

Broke him.

Parker.

Hello, Detective. It's Claire Valens.

Claire.

I'm glad you're calling.

We need to meet.

All right. Where are you?

I'll make sure we bring you in discreetly.

Meet me where the body's hidden.

You mean the Cannery?

When?

Not that body.

Scott told me everything before he died.

I know you made a deal with him.

Maybe you and I can do the same.

I don't know what you're talking about, kiddo.

I don't do deals.

Sure you do. One hour.

It has to be him.

Right? Eve's accomplice? Parker killed Scott.

Well, a bribe is one thing, murder is another.

Yeah, Parker has his demons.

But I spent a lot of time with the guy and...

Yeah, I don't know.

It's him.

Hey, man, what's new?

Just sweating my balls off on the hottest night of the year.

- You? - Same.

Parker? You there?

Yeah, I'm always here.

Don't work tonight, okay?

Get laid or I don't know.

Go see a movie. Something dumb and funny.

Hey, at least they got air conditioning.

Yeah. Okay.

I wasn't sure about you at first.

I mean, you still get on my tits, but...

you're a good partner.

Thanks, man.

He's not coming. He didn't buy it.

Wait, wait.

It's him.

Where is he going?

I think, I know.

Okay.

Let's go.

I can't believe I'm back here.

Bad memories?

I just wish Crane would've bulldozed this place.

His first wife must be hidden on the grounds.

The way Crane talked about it...

Annabelle poured her heart and soul into this place.

He said...

she would've wanted to be buried there. He called it hallowed ground.

It was creepy as hell.

I think we should go.

What?

We're not gonna confront him?

Now that I know about this place, I can talk to him somewhere else.

If you wait, he'll just weasel out of it. I'll end up going to jail.

Claire, this isn't safe for you.

There's no place that's safe for me right now

What did you do?

He was trying to help me.

He was doing his job.

Yeah.

Did you kill Scott too?

In here.

Jesus.

I thought...

That I'd be dead already?

I just killed my partner. She's your mess to clean up.

You killed your partner?

He figured it out. She's the last loose end.

She's not just a loose end.

Oh, no, no, honeybun. This is your mess, not mine.

You came to me, remember?

Hubby's dead, you need it cleaned up.

Threatened to air my dirty laundry, our past?

Now a good cop's out there dead.

So here's how this is gonna work.

She seduced Detective Leonard.

He became her accomplice.

Foolish, but who can blame him. He's just a kid.

She kills him and disappears.

Oh, don't look at me like I'm the help.

You didn't have a problem popping Annabelle Crane, remember?

Time to get your hands dirty again.

Just like riding a bike.

Shoot her.

Damn.

You weren't kidding.

You actually do love this bitch.

Lane?

So what?

Now I gotta do all your dirty work?

It was you.

You killed Scott.

You texted me from Scott's phone.

Scott always used capitals...

punctuation. You never did.

You would catch that, you uptight, OCD bitch.

You hated him enough to kill him.

I guess I did.

You know, but he's just a bonus.

The...

appetizer.

To what?

To nailing you.

Why?

Because I took your job?

Oh, sweetheart.

You're not too bright, are you?

I hated that job.

Crane was a nightmare.

No, no, no. See...

I'm gonna kill you because

you destroyed my father's life.

Your father?

Is Jacob Smith.

At least this'll give me a chance to spend more time with my dad.

He's not getting any younger or better.

He's at Saint Mark's.

- The hospital? - We're not friends.

The building's landlord was badly burned.

You just turned 15.

Were you trying to hurt him?

No.

I didn't know he was inside.

It was my house you torched when you were 15.

Your father... was a slumlord...

who let my family burn to death.

My father gave you people a cheap place to live.

"You people."

Yeah.

I said it.

Well...

Claire...

it's been fun.

Whose idea was it to set me up?

Mine.

I've been trying to escape Scott Crane for years.

Escape what? You had it pretty good.

That's not what I signed up for.

He swore I'd be an equal partner

in the marriage, the business, everything.

But he couldn't do it.

He had to be in control. So much control, I was choking.

While you made millions on the side.

I don't wanna be on the side.

Lane was always so hot-tempered.

- Easy to... - Manipulate?

To guide...

where I needed him to go.

The minute your resume showed up at the company...

he was fixated.

He worked to recruit you, to make sure you got hired.

His obsession with you...

It was my only chance.

For what?

To be free.

I offered him a deal.

If he got rid of Scott for me, he'd have the perfect means to set you up.

To... To ruin your life, for his father.

What I didn't plan on was falling for you.

I couldn't let Parker kill you. Doesn't that count for anything?

We can still make this work.

We can run away together.

I love you, Claire.

I love you too.

Whatever you wanna do next...

it's up to you.

I'm done being manipulated by you.

You don't get to use me anymore.

Thank you.

Here you go, Madam Counselor.

And here you go.

Wow. That's...

Wow.

You deserve every penny.

It's the least the city can do after

its most decorated police officer tried to murder you in cold blood.

He almost did, didn't he?

So what are your plans?

Vacation? Around-the-world cruise?

Actually...

I got my eye on some properties.

Good for you.

Yeah. I've always had big goals...

and now I got resources.

Hey, I've got a client with a building on the water.

Commercial space on the bottom, condos above. Brand-new.

He's got family trouble, looking to drop it for a steal.

You interested?

Sounds great. Make the intro.

Hey.

Does it have a pool?

Love is deadlier than fire, a wise man once warned me.

Twice the heat, ten times the destruction.

But you know what?

I don't mind.

Because I am the damn fire.