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You want me to stop breathing?

supposed to watch him a freaking bodyguard yeah so mostly daniel mostly

are is a pain in my ass yeah real professional parker what

What the hell?

I don't know. Someone was there.

Who? They're gone now.

Wherever they are, they're running.

Hi. Phyllis Diaz.

Debbie Blackwell. Guess what?

They're at it again.

Debbie.

What a surprise.

This is the second day in a row. These are your tenants, Ms. Diaz. Mm -hmm.

Hey, my meeting ran long. Did you get yours in 45?

Trouble in Madeira Park?

Huh, more like apprehension.

Team's short -staffed, overworked, wondering how this new chain of

gonna go.

So you told them to shut up and do what they're told?

Today they just needed me to listen and that's how I did that.

Okay, am I gonna be too late for dinner?

Not if you hurry up and grovel when you get here.

I'll grab a bottle of wine.

Hey, find your own date, buddy.

What?

We don't need to pay a public spectacle. Yeah, sure we do.

Do you know that guy?

Doesn't matter.

That's it, girl. Lighten up.

You are not taking me seriously. Yes, Debbie, of course I take noise

seriously. I've made three of them.

I know. In two days.

That's why I drove all the way from Gibson's to deal with it. Well, next

happens, I'm not going to call you.

Good. I'm going to call the police, then I'm going to make a formal complaint,

just so you know.

Thank you, Debbie, for your open and forthright communication.

Hi, I'm Phyllis Diaz.

I'm the house.

Yes. We spoke. We did. Hi, Phyllis. Hi. I tried calling, but I got voicemail.

Right, yeah. No, we've just been taking care of some things. No need for an

explanation. It's just Debbie Downer, the neighbor.

She has been a pain in the butt since I bought this place.

Long story short, she's looking for trouble, and you guys have signed a nice

long lease, which has totally saved my bacon. So if you could just... Oh, wow.

That's Gracie Weston of Gracie and Jade.

Okay. I used to listen to you all the time on the radio.

Yeah, I love that song. Into the Night?

So good.

Yeah, it's a good jam.

This is Daniel and Jerry, security and publicity.

Hi.

Listen, Phyllis, I'm sure that I don't have to tell you that Miss Westinghouse

is trying to fly under the radar.

Yeah, yeah, of course.

Your secret's safe with me.

Thank you. But can't you guys keep the noise down?

Deal. Okay. Okay. Bye -bye.

Wow. I can't believe she got the landlord again.

I can.

Grow up.

Get it together.

Hey, uh, let's go and take a walk. You know, maybe we could talk.

Nothing to really talk about.

Okay, I should go. Oh.

No, seriously, Holly's going to wonder about it. Carl, trust me, she will not.

Oh. Let me guess, early rising taxpayer with a grievance. Yeah, what else?

Well, how do you do that? Yeah, there are two buttons. You know, you press the

one that is red and it says decline.

And they just, they go away, huh? Yeah.

Wow, damn.

How often do you do that with me?

Almost never.

Sunshine, where did you sleep last night? Not judging, just jealous.

I forgot.

Hey, is there a law that prevents neighbors from being neurotic around the

pains in the rear end?

Her again?

Mm -hmm.

Is she threatening? No.

Trespassing? Unfortunately not.

Sorry.

Debbie! Hi.

Huh? Yes, I hear you.

My pad.

That was great.

No, it's fluff.

It means nothing.

I cannot do this on my own.

Hey, please don't say that.

You were always the talent, and he turned his back on you, okay?

You are going to write an album, and it is going to be great. This is your

comeback.

You just don't get it, do you?

What?

Where are you going?

Oh. Can you go with her, please? No! This is what we pay him for!

This landlord thing, I thought it would be a slam dunk.

Why the hell? Hand it out. No fuss, no muss.

Obscene profits.

And, you know, Gal will have a tenant and utter the occasional threat.

Like Ebenezer Scrooge.

Yes, they roll a lot. Well, are there no prisons, no workhouses?

Except it's not what it's cracked up to be.

Oh, sort of like town council. You think it's going to be all expense accounts

and abuses of power, and then your phone blows up, the taxpayers, everyone

wanting something now.

Oh, it's like you work for the public or something.

Yeah, and then you've got Miramachia Valley.

Yeah.

No, don't worry about it. Sorry. My bad. It's okay. Never mind. It's okay. I'm

just... Ridiculously stressed.

Too busy to be stressed.

So, what do you think?

As far as admission letters go, it's really good.

Stupid. That school only had a 4 % acceptance rate last year.

With your LSAT score, your experience, if they don't let you in, to hell with

them.

Morning, Chief.

Give me a sec.

Gee, about last night. Looked like you were having fun.

Decent club in Madeira Park.

Who knew?

Your friend.

Vanessa.

Yeah, it looked like she was having... Having way too much fun. Yeah, Vanessa

drinks.

I don't.

Not anymore.

What do you do on your own time? It's not my business.

But as your friend, I'm glad to hear it.

Half a dozen mocktails.

Yum!

Chief, I'm a chance.

You took it.

I won't let you down.

That's why you're here.

Daniel, where is she?

Like I said, I haven't seen her since she went out.

Wait, this morning?

She isn't inside.

Yes, I know that. Thank you.

Genius. Where is her car?

I didn't take it.

You let her drive alone.

I didn't let her do anything, Parker.

Search the area.

Is this like, not to criticize, but is this like possibly an overreaction?

No, it's not.

Gracie, hi, it's me.

Where are you?

I just need to know that you're okay.

All right, please call me back. Please, please.

Thank you for finally showing up. I have a business to run in Gibson. Down at

the beach, another argument.

People argue, Debbie. It happens.

Well, explain that to the Porpoise Bay police.

You called the cops? Don't you turn this on me.

Oh, I am done being nice.

When you complained about construction, when you killed my short -term rental

license, when you nitpicked everything about these tenants from garbage to

parking, I am done.

You... Are a pet because you are bored, bitter, and alone. You know what?

Get laid, Debbie.

It does wonders. How dare you?

Chief Albert.

Larkin, sir, with the Porpoise Bay Precinct. We made a search at

Summer Barbecue.

You remember.

He never forgets. Where did we go?

Started as a noise complaint, now an accidental death.

Tendon in the building, Gracie Weston. The singer?

She was part of a pop duo with Jade Solanas.

Liza and I went and saw the concert in Tacoma three years ago.

Huh.

He's the one who found her. One of the roommates.

Says he's been out for a while, came back, and she was down near the beach,

dead. The Emmy's down there now.

How's Phyllis? That's the homeowner.

She's okay, considering.

Shaken up?

Look at you, Sarge. All knowledgeable about pop stars.

Oh, my daughter liked them.

The concert was pretty good, actually.

Gracie and Jade.

Jade dropped off the radar a couple years ago.

Her whereabouts, unknown.

I'll start with the guy who found her.

Yeah.

P .J.

What brought you down here?

The usual. Another complaint from Debbie, the neighbor.

Once you got here, what happened?

I gave Debbie a piece of my mind.

Did you speak to your tenants?

No, we didn't have time.

I heard a scream.

It came from down there.

I'm sorry, fellas.

I'll check in with you later, okay?

Dr. Clyburn.

She was young and talented, so I'm told.

What a waste.

How long has she been here?

Not long.

Impaled.

Are there signs of a struggle?

Autopsy will tell us more.

You think this was an accident?

Possible. She could have lost her balance and fell.

We're not forced to break through that, are we?

Sir, found this near the water. Could be hers.

See if the lab can resurrect it.

Assuming that phone was hers, if it made it all the way to the water.

Sir?

Somebody had to have thrown it.

The trajectory of the fall doesn't add up.

Unless she was propelled.

He has his moments.

So do you.

I should have been with her. Well, she's pretty independent, so... Oh, just stay

here a sec.

He's the bodyguard, Daniel Moon.

Tried to get a statement, but he's pretty shook up. Both guys say they

seen Gracie since this morning.

Let's bring Daniel to the station.

Third roommate?

That is the VIX manager, Parker Lamont. There's no answer on her cell, and

Daniel hasn't seen her since early afternoon.

Keep trying.

Timelines, comings and goings of everyone, including Gracie. Okay.

Cars coming and going at all hours. Loud music.

Fighting. Who was fighting, ma 'am?

They all fought.

I have video if you want to see. And then a while ago, there was another

Someone was shouting. A woman.

Just one woman?

I couldn't really hear because of the music. But then someone screamed.

You want to take a look?

No, I called the police.

And when was the last time you saw Gracie Westing?

This morning. She peeled out of here in that car of hers like a maniac.

And then I didn't see her again until, you know, down there.

Impaled.

Hey, stranger.

Where are you?

Well, I'm just heading home to get ready for girl night with Phillip.

That won't be happening.

You're canceling girls' night, Carl? That's a bit trad -wise of you.

I'm in Porpoise Bay.

So's Phyllis.

There's been a death.

Phyllis was there when the body was found.

What? We'll be back in Gibson's, but not till late.

God, what happened? Is she okay?

Might be good if you could meet her at the station.

She's pretty shook up.

Wait. Porpoise Bay, not her rental property.

Thanks. Hey.

Hey, Gracie.

What's happening? What's happening? Excuse me, what's going on? It's okay.

What's going on?

Who you are?

I am Parker.

I am Gracie's manager. What is going on, please?

I'm afraid Miss Westing is dead.

Just her manager. We're friends. We've been friends since forever, since

elementary school.

The four of you were here because... Gracie.

She's working on new materials, so we were just here to help her, to support

her. She needed to get out of Seattle, so I arranged it. I always want to look

after her.

She relied on me for everything.

When did you last see Gracie?

I don't know.

This morning, around noon. I've been half frantic looking for her all day.

She was alone. She knew how dangerous that was.

Why's that?

Oh, dear God, you don't know.

Gracie had a stalker.

That's why we had to leave Seattle.

He's insane.

I dealt mostly with Parker.

I only saw Gracie Westing once, briefly.

That's it.

Well, until I saw her for the second time, which was... Parker.

You're left.

Almost done.

Are you okay?

Yeah. Did you find the leaf?

Yeah.

Not that that's the only tragedy here right now. You know, it's more like...

Number three, but still, you finish up here, I'll drive you home.

Thanks.

Good.

Stalker's name is Brendan Jeffries. He is for real. Lives in Seattle, obsessed

fan. Gracie got a restraining order against him six months ago.

Where is he now?

Family thinks he left Seattle a few days ago, but they don't know where he is.

Put out the bullet, check the ferry terminal records. Let's assume he's been

here, still is.

Okay.

He seemed kind of innocent at first.

He came from a wealthy family, so he didn't have to work. He could just

Gracie and Jade around on tour.

After the breakup, Gracie took some time off, and he started sending her these

weird letters.

Weird how?

One on a photo of her house.

After the restraining order, was there contact?

Yeah. He confronted her in a parking lot, and Daniel tuned him up pretty bad

chased him off. But that's why we came here.

And you believe he followed?

Daniel thought that he might have seen someone watching the house the other

Maybe, but... I mean, it's not just Brendan Jeffries I'm worried about. It's

Jade. Go to your next partner.

Right, and next lover.

The breakup messed her up for like two years, and she was pulling it together.

You know, she was writing songs, and we were going to try to reinvent her as a

solo artist, but she and Jade were in contact again, and I know I can't prove

it. I just, I know, I know that they were. I know Gracie.

She thought, well, Jade Solanas is toxic.

He's a manipulator.

He was controlling her.

Get this.

Gracie and Jade were talking to each other again.

That would have been one hell of a reunion tour.

Liza would have loved it.

Right.

Liza. Where are we on the alibis for the entourage?

The publicist claims he was on a call with an L .A. record producer, and the

bodyguard says he fell asleep watching football.

Okay. We can add Brendan Jeffries to the suspect list.

Manager says someone was watching the house a couple of days ago.

I'll follow up.

Anything else?

Yeah, warrants for the phone records, motel rooms for the entourage. The house

is still a crime scene.

Poor Phyllis.

News travels fast.

Gracie Weston found dead in Porpoise Bay, Washington.

We'll tell the chief.

Coming up.

Be wild and have a Danish.

I'm only here to see how you're doing.

I'd be a lot better if everybody stopped asking me.

Crazy Westing. Oh, my God.

Now I can't rent my damn rental because it's a crime scene and now it's just a

sinkhole for my money.

I didn't like that. I need the Danish.

I'm busy.

Next.

Another latte?

Ready to go, kiddo?

I don't feel like it.

Yeah, I get that, but it is your first day back to school.

Did you see her?

Gracie Westing. Yeah.

I'm sorry, kiddo.

Someone really killed her?

You know, I was 14 when I got suspended from school.

You got suspended?

Smoking. Not pot. It was just cigarettes. And it wasn't even me. It

friend Lumley.

I got blamed, so...

Seriously lame offense.

I was a seriously lame kid.

Not like you.

Will. Come on. I mean, you didn't rat out your friend, so it's not for you

Remember when we saw Gracie and Jay at the Tacoma Dome? Yeah. They put on a

pretty damn good show, didn't they?

Good.

Please for singing along.

That was embarrassing.

You're the only guy at the concert wearing a polo shirt and boat shoes.

Those were dancing shoes, young lady. Get it right.

Still, it does suck that they broke up. I hear that Jake guy just left the music

business and disappeared off the face of the earth.

He's been spotted.

On the Sunshine Coast.

What? How do you know that?

I'm still on their fan page and people are talking about it.

Why do you think Gracie moved to Porpoise Bay?

Pretty sure she wanted to get back together.

No trauma to the head, but bruising on the upper arms could be consistent

with... Grabbing and shoving.

Gone deeply, just like they said.

There was bruising across my lower back, too.

The neighbor was screaming.

And she'd had sex.

Gracie, not the neighbor.

Sometime that afternoon.

Okay.

So Jade may have already been on the Sunshine Coast, and that's why Gracie

here. According to a fan page. That could just be rumor or wishful thinking.

Isabella.

We need social media confirmation that Jade Solanas is on the Sunshine Coast.

I can look into it.

Check the ferry's logs, too. If he is in the area, he is one hell of a person of

interest.

Did anything else come up?

Uh, yeah. Our Porpoise Bay guys found Gracie's car outside a market on

Hedgetown. Old -fashioned shoe leather. I love it. And I got them checking CCTV

footage in the area.

Hopefully we can see where she went.

And who she was with.

Sokolowski.

Whoa, whoa.

Can you repeat that?

Boss, there's a disturbance at the hospital. Some crazy guy tried to break

the morgue. He's demanding to see Gracie Westing's body.

I guess Gracie's talk is in town.

Go.

Why were you at the morgue, Brendan?

I needed to see her.

What is that?

I had to know if it was true.

They killed her?

Who's they?

You're supposed to be the cops.

Gracie has a restraining order against you, Brendan. Why are you on the

Coast? That was all just misunderstanding.

They wouldn't believe me.

We searched your car. We found one of Gracie's turtlenecks. How'd you get

An online auction. What the hell can... I can show you a receipt.

8 p .m. last night.

Where were you?

I don't know. At my motel.

Anybody see him?

Probably at the front desk.

You see Gracie yesterday?

I think you were watching the house.

Am I right?

You were doing that the day before, too.

You want to tell me why?

I need...

What made you think?

Nope.

I want my phone call.

I want my phone call.

Where are

you

at with Brendan's timeline?

Jeffrey's alibi checks out. He was getting towels from the motel clerk at 6

around the time that Gracie was murdered.

The motel security footage confirms it.

Sir, there's no way that he could drive out to Port Presby in time to be our

guy.

Chief, Brendan Jeffries' lawyer's on the line.

That was fast.

He's calling from Seattle.

Roland Wick.

He's with Kate Carmody LeBlanc.

They're heavyweights.

If the Jeffries can afford them, then Brendan must be living in one heck of a

basement. We're not going to be able to hold him. Not for trespassing at the

morgue. Well, he did violate the conditions of the restraining order.

The complainant's deceased.

It's moot.

We're going to have to cut him loose.

Yes, sir.

CCTV? Uh, no, I will contact you the second we hear.

Hello?

Hello?

Going my way, gorgeous?

I wish.

Where are you going all the day? Coffee, bro. You want to come?

I can't. I just finished a library admin session and I'm headed to a council

meeting. I'll give you a ride. Come on.

Opposite direction, the banks.

How's Phyllis?

I don't know.

She's normal, I guess, or at least trying to be anyway, but she found a

body on her beach. It's the opposite of normal.

Depends on your line of work.

True.

Yeah, well, we all process things in different ways.

Normal sounds nice, though.

You okay?

Mm -hmm.

See each other tonight?

Damn straight.

Cassandra,

you think we'll ever be normal?

Do we want to be normal?

I'll see you later.

You got a second?

I have about half of one.

Listen, as your best friend, do you remember 12th grade?

Of course not.

I'm elderly and addled.

Why?

You were a social convener.

You were chair of the prom committee.

And you were carrying extra courses and you kept insisting that you were fine.

And then you had a breakdown.

And you spent three weeks in bed.

I'm picking up the same vibes here. I'm fine.

I have things to do, actually, and I just need everyone to leave me alone.

Starting with you.

Sarge, Corpus Bay guys came through.

Uh, there's Gracie's car.

Oh, yeah, and there's Gracie.

Any footage of the driver?

That's all we got. Driver never gets out.

Can you go in on the license plate?

Oh, yeah.

Nice work. Run it.

Chief, the vehicle's a rental from a local outfit.

I just talked to the manager.

It was rented to someone named Colton Reed. R -E -E -D.

That's him. Jade.

Jade Solanus is his stage name. His given name is Colton Reed.

You sure?

Ask a fanboy.

We'll need the address the rental agency has on file as soon as we have a good

unit out there.

Put out a bolo on the silver SUV.

That's the driver.

Early 30s African -American.

That's our guy.

Daniel, I'm not saying this is easy, but I need you to get over it, okay?

Please. She was seeing Jade.

Yes, what difference does that make? You knew.

If you had done your job properly and protected her, it would have happened.

I loved her.

Of course you did.

We all did.

No.

I loved her.

Daniel, what you and Gracie had, she didn't take it that way, okay? I'm

know. I know it's hard to hear, but you have to let it go.

Excellent news.

I'll let him know.

Chief, Jade Solanas was just stopped by a traffic unit. He's heading for the

ferry. Bring him in.

Okay.

Jade Solanas, you're a hard man to track down.

The hell is this about?

I haven't done anything wrong.

When did you last see Gracie Westing?

I saw her yesterday.

What time?

We spent the afternoon together at my place.

We worked on a song.

Afterwards, I drove her back to her rental, a place she was staying at by

ocean.

She'd been drinking, so we left her car.

This afternoon... Where were you going?

That's my business.

We sent an officer to the house you were at. He said it looked like somebody

cleared out in a hurry, like you were making a run for it.

I heard she was dead.

And you think I killed her?

Jay Solanas is toxic. He controlled Gracie.

Excuse me?

According to Parker Lamont.

You disagree?

Parker thought she owned Gracie. She tried to own me, too. It doesn't work

way.

She is the single biggest reason I left the music industry, Parker Lamont.

But me and Gracie, we... We were soulmates.

And yeah, we were volatile.

We just needed a break.

Even on opposite sides of the world, we were still connected.

We stayed in touch.

Came here.

She was writing that song, and we knew that it was time to...

It was time to

reunite.

Gracie and Jade.

Did Berger know this?

Parker made it her business to know everything about Gracie.

Digital forensics practice his cell phone. The text should be in your inbox.

Great. Chief wants us to look into her finances.

I'll start digging in.

It was you.

Come on!

You killed Gracie, wasn't it? It was him!

No! It was him!

Slow down and tell me this again.

He killed Gracie, not me.

Who killed Gracie?

Daniel. I have proof.

She texted me.

Gracie texted you?

Yes.

When? Last week. Get my phone.

I'll show you.

She said that she was afraid and she needed my help.

And so I came.

And you've been watching the house ever since?

Yes.

Watching her.

And him.

He followed her everywhere. He was hovering.

He's the one he has to be.

And I didn't stop him in time.

Oh, my God. She really did text him. Brendan, I'm scared.

And the guy that was stalking her. Porpoise Bay.

Find me. Hurry.

These originated from Gracie's phone. Doesn't mean she sent them.

If not her, then who?

Well, obviously, someone who had something to gain.

Someone who wants her to feel frightened, be dependent.

Chief, come take a look at this.

Gracie's income was held within a corporation, and the sole signing

her manager.

Parker Lamont.

Now, there were lump sums deposited monthly into Gracie's personal account.

These? Into a different account held by Parker.

She's skimming.

I looked after her always.

She relied on me for everything. Parker thought she owned Gracie. And she tried

to own me, too.

Get Parker.

Grayson. She got mixed up with you. That is what happened. She ruined her life.

What happened last night? I dropped her off. She was fine. She was happy. Get

away from me.

What happened?

I'll call the police.

Come on, you do that. Tell me what happened.

You tried to take her from me.

You killed her.

My God, you killed her.

Harker Lamont, you are under arrest for the murder of Gracie Weston.

Tonight's your go when Gracie came home.

What happened?

I couldn't tell you I wasn't there.

Yes, you were.

You confronted her.

Why would I do that?

We're choosing Jace for the honors.

You're a fool.

You're fired.

What the hell?

Gracie and Jade were reuniting.

That's what she told you, isn't it?

There was no place for you.

Gracie, I'm the one that takes care of you.

I work my ass off. You would be nothing without me. Hey!

You tried to reason with her, but she wouldn't listen.

Let go of me.

Don't you dare.

You didn't set out to kill her, did you?

Things got out of control.

Do yourself a favor.

You talk to me.

Cooperate.

I'll take that into account.

What?

It's too bad.

I just wanted to thank you for that intel on Jade. It really came in handy.

Yeah? Yeah, you know, I think you have the makings of one heck of a police

officer.

Base says it all. Okay. Yep. Grinch.

The Zendogs are playing in Seattle next month.

I know you like that band. Maybe I could get us some tickets.

Bring my boat shoes.

Anyways, thanks, Liza.

Dad?

Yes, we are.

You're the one who found Jade?

Yeah. I mean, she's kind of helped, but mostly me.

That's kind of cool.

Well, what's he like?

Just way too handsome.

Really? Yeah.

Still works?

No rest for the wicked.

Plans for tonight?

I was thinking I'll make dinner. My place in an hour.

Oh, God, yes.

But, um, make it an hour and a quarter.

Chicken cacciatore.

Perfect.

Carl, how normal.

Okay, I'm a jerk.

Phyllis. No, just listen.

It's a mess.

The finances, Dominic's a dork, drained the bank accounts after we split, and

I've been trying to dig myself out of this hole for two years.

Phyllis, you never told me. Now I have a new hole to dig myself out of with this

rental, and it didn't tell you how to. Because that's just what we do. No, it's

what I do.

I... I... I tell jokes.

And I pat on my feet as fast as I can, even though I'm thinking of you. And I

know that because I'm supposed to be your best friend, except I've been

this, too, because... Well, I didn't want to. No, I didn't want to because it

messy, and it's embarrassing, and... Basically, I'm a crap friend, darling.

Sometimes.

But most of the time, you're a great friend.

And I would figure it out. Okay, shut up.

Will you shut up?

Bill? Shut up.

I'm sorry. Are you okay?

No.

But I will be.

Are we okay?

Yeah, we're great.

Then why are we standing on the sidewalk blubbering with grown women? I don't

know, but I'm not blubbering. You're blubbering. Oh, shut up.

I'm a detective.

What if you weren't? I'm not sure I'd exist.

Looks like a body dump gone wrong.

Who's the kid? He's the one that found him.

Elliot!

Get him!

Jack's daughter was hit by a jet ski.

He just drives looking for the guy.

Where's the gun now?

I never saw a gun.

You're lying to me.

I'm at the Vicks Claire. Wait for backup.

Murder in a small town.

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