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Why? I mean look at this.

What are we supposed to do now?

Hi, sorry to bother you.

I'm visiting Brian Abbott in 4B.

I'm his cousin.

He was supposed to leave me a key, but we must have crossed wires.

Is there any way you could let me into his apartment?

I can't do that now, can I?

For all I know, you could be an axe murderer.

Right. No, of course.

I've been calling him, and he's not answering, so... Well, if you need to go

somewhere and wait until he calls, there's a Starbucks up the street.

Okay, thanks.

I'm outside your apartment, so can you please call me back? I'm really starting

to worry.

Are you sure?

Let me check the apartment, bodegas, ATM cameras.

Okay, thanks, Annie. So my NYPD contact says that they have not identified any

suspects or recovered any usable CCTV footage. But apparently there are a

handful of eyewitnesses who are claiming that the instigators were wearing right

-to -home T -shirts.

There's a supercut all over social media.

Not good.

Anita's ex like this, some Che Guevara shit, and she's surprised it got

Give me a break.

We need to regroup.

Push the press conference.

Give the news cycle a few days to play itself out. It's only going to get worse

if we don't respond.

The story's too hot, Liv. You'll only be pouring gasoline on the fire. I'm not

backing down just because a few renegade assholes who don't represent our cause

got out of line.

We're meeting this head on so we can nip it in the bud and get back to work.

I'm going to wait at that Starbucks like you suggested, but could you maybe

store my suitcase until we get back?

I know you're busy. I'm sorry to be a pain.

Is it too heavy to drag around?

All right, fine.

Thank you. Thank you so much. You really saved me.

Good morning.

First things first.

I have reached out to the victims injured during yesterday's violence, and

pleased to report that every one of them is expected to make a full recovery.

Right to Home is a non -profit grassroots organization with a singular

To advocate on behalf of our most vulnerable citizens, peacefully and

We condemn yesterday's violence.

Full stop.

But make no mistake, this is a crisis manufactured in no small part by real

estate speculators like Niall and Martin Jarvis.

Oh, now she's getting desperate. Profiteers willing to destroy the social

contract in order to enrich themselves.

Could she say that? She just did.

Where have you been?

You just missed the best part. She called us profiteers. How vigilant we

must remain to keep a few bad actors from hijacking civil discourse.

And to the end, I am happy to answer any questions.

Councilwoman, the perpetrators haven't been identified, so how can you claim

your rhetoric didn't incite them? There's my guy.

Right to Home is a nonviolent social justice movement. I'm asking about your

personal accountability.

I think I've answered that. Next question.

No. You don't want to hear the rest? No.

I've seen this movie. She's done.

Maybe I'll let her do a little while longer before I reach out. No, you

I'll do it.

But I made the offer. Yeah.

And look how that turned out.

I'll take care of her just as soon as I take a leak.

You guys don't have crutches. The only time I don't have to pee is when I'm

peeing.

We need to talk.

You listening?

After my father speaks with Benitez.

Just the two of us.

You said you'd do whatever it takes to protect him.

Let's see if you really mean it.

Hello? Brian?

Don't move.

Put your hands where I can see them.

Please.

My name is Agatha Wick. I know who you are. I want to know what you're doing

here.

How did you get in?

I'm Special Agent Erica Brenton. I'm Abbott's supervisor.

So you can answer me now, or we can go down to my office and talk about it

there.

I lied to the super, okay? I'm a friend of Brian's. I just came to check on him.

I've been trying to reach him, and he's not responding. I'm worried something

might have happened.

Like what? I don't know, but you're here now, which...

which makes me wonder if you're not worried, too.

I texted him last night something important.

He said to wait until I saw him, and then he went totally silent.

I realize he may have crossed the line by talking to me about Niall Jarvis, but

the thing is, he was right, okay?

I think I have proof that Niall murdered his wife.

What kind of proof?

Okay.

Madison Jarvis.

She left a suicide note, right?

Her parents made me a copy.

Niall claimed he found it.

He brought it to the police.

They verified the handwriting was hers.

But then I talked to Madison's brother, and he gave me a box of her things,

stuff that he had collected from her bedroom after...

She disappeared, including this.

It's a birding journal she kept for years. And here, right here, see? Here.

This torn page matches.

Okay, this is where the note came from.

It has to be, right?

Okay. Yeah, so look at the date.

She wrote the note two years before she went missing.

Her parents told me she swallowed pills in 2017.

Niall found her in the bathtub.

He saved her life.

He must have found this note then and never told anyone.

So, no, he didn't forge the note. He repurposed it.

Oh, my God. Which he would only do if... Who else knows about this?

No one.

That's why I'm here.

I texted Brian, telling him I found proof Niall killed her.

He told me to keep it to myself until I saw him, and then nothing.

And when I got here, I found bloody bandages in the bathroom.

You can look for yourself.

Oh, jeez.

And honestly, the fact that he's not banging down my door to see what I found

means something is wrong.

Okay. I'll call the Bureau.

We'll get a forensics team in here, see if they can do an analysis.

Oh, and, um, maybe they can look at this.

It was in Brian's desk. It was taped to the inside of a drawer like he was

trying to hide it.

Any idea what's on it?

Um, I was trying to open it when you came in.

You know his password?

Oh, my God.

He's alive.

You recognize him?

Daddy. Oh, my God.

Hey.

Hey! Where the fuck did he get the... Tell me what you know.

Everything.

Your at -home test wasn't wrong.

I'm guessing you're about seven weeks.

Are you sure?

Blood work confirms it.

I... I only took the test yesterday.

I thought it must have been a mistake.

You told me yourself I couldn't conceive.

I said getting pregnant was highly improbable.

Not impossible.

And you think it's viable?

Well, the endometriosis does increase the chances of miscarriage, so I'd like

to perform an ultrasound.

Assuming, of course, this is what you want.

My husband has never wanted kids.

Oh. He's pretty adamant.

What about you?

I, um... I did.

Until I found out I couldn't.

And then I kind of decided it wasn't.

meant for me.

And I told myself that that was okay.

And now?

Brian took the thumb drive to someone to have the files decrypted, but he said

nothing was on it. Why would he lie to me? Hey, it's Brenton. I need to speak

ASAC Donahue.

Okay, well, find him and tell him I need to speak with him urgently.

I'm going to bring this to our forensics team, see if they can trace it. We'll

get a warrant to search Nell's property.

Should I come with you?

Not yet. I've got to move fast.

Just lay low for now, and whatever you do, stay away from Jarvis.

We can't risk tipping him off.

Here's my card.

I'll call you from the other one.

Hey. I can't really talk. Hey, are you at the office?

No, I'm on the road.

Where are you? I really need to see you. It's important.

It's really not a good time.

Let me call you in an hour. How's that?

Niall, I'm pregnant.

Somehow. I just came from the doctor and she said that it's real and it's

viable.

And I know how strongly you feel and I know what we've always said.

But I never thought that this was... I always thought this was impossible for

me, you know?

And, um... I don't want to get rid of it.

I don't think I can.

Kyle?

It's fine.

You know, it's great.

Really? Really.

But, um, I really do have to go. We'll talk about it tonight.

We still have Olshansky's support.

I will reach out and see if I can get him to issue a statement and post his

support to social.

Sorry to barge in, but I thought you'd want to know.

Martin Jarvis? He's on line one.

Let me see what he wants.

No, let me talk to him. Thank you, Mina.

This is Councilwoman Benitez. Thank you for taking my call.

What do you want, Mr. Jarvis?

Oh, I saw your press conference. When those reporters smell blood in the

I'll... Unless you're calling to gloat, tell me what you want.

I have a proposal I'd like to talk with you about.

Face to face.

A proposal.

To help you out of the corner you painted yourself into.

Now, hear me out, Councilwoman. You don't like what I have to say, you turn

around.

This was you, wasn't it?

You staged this whole thing. The demonstrators, the police.

I'm here when you're ready to talk.

But when you come, you come alone.

You happy now, huh?

Like I said, bloodlust.

This is what you wanted, isn't it?

I'm just putting groceries down. Give me one second. Frank, listen, I need you

to pick up the kids. I can't do it. What's wrong?

Are you okay?

Uh, no, I'm not okay.

I fucked up. I made a... I made a mistake.

Oh, no, listen, hey, hey.

I did not mean to ambush you. I don't mean the affair. I mean something worse,

something really bad.

What?

Erica?

It was years ago when you were in trouble.

I thought I was doing the right thing for us.

So now I'm going to have to tell the Bureau there's going to be consequences.

Just tell me what you're talking about because you're really scaring me right

now. I'm going to tell you everything as soon as I can, I promise.

But right now, I need you to trust me.

You need to take the kids to my parents.

I love you, Frank.

And I'm sorry.

Excuse me, Mr. Jarvis. You have a guest.

Ah, Councilwoman.

Mr. Jarvis. Can I get you something to drink?

Water, wine, hot cocoa?

No, thank you.

If you like, I could show you around the property.

I'm cool. I've got my steps in walking here from the curb.

Then let's sit.

Please.

This all used to be an unfinished root cellar. We had it redone after it was

flooded by Hurricane Sandy.

So your house has how many bedrooms?

Twelve? Thirteen?

Sixteen.

So that makes, what, four for each of you? Your wife, your two little boys.

I'm just curious if owning all of this actually makes you happy.

Oh, well, I don't own this house any more than I own the clothes that I'm

wearing. None of us own anything, Councilwoman. We are all just running

it's time to check out.

Is that what you tell yourself to sleep at night?

Well, that's what I tell myself to wake up in the morning.

People like you don't get it.

People like me?

People your age.

Sure, you realize in some corner of your mind that you'll be dead one day, but

you don't really believe it.

Me?

I know the end's coming, and it's coming sooner than later.

That is why I am so keen to clean up what has become an unnecessarily messy

situation for both of us.

What am I looking at?

No proposal.

Regarding one square block that we have land banked uptown.

This is the exact offer your son made me.

Except now it's me that's making it. And I told him I wanted nothing to do with

it. I know what you told him. I just thought you might be more reasonable

considering... I was right.

Wasn't I?

About you choreographing what happened at my rally. The milk spilled?

What difference does it make who spilled it?

So take your boot off my son's neck and accept the proposal.

Because it expires at the end of business today.

Is that a yes?

Though putting out the fire she started won't be easy.

We'll make the announcement together.

I started right to home so I could fight for my community.

To make people's lives better.

Even just a little.

That's something people like you will never understand.

Maybe because you can.

But like you said, you'll be dead sooner than later.

Hey, Carol.

Finally! God, are you screening my call?

No. I swear I was this close to getting in my car and driving out to wherever

the hell you live. Sorry. Because the pages are back. I literally read all

chapters in one sitting. The attack dog's at the window?

Are you kidding me?

It's like in cold blood meets the year of magical thinking.

The mashup we didn't know we needed.

Okay, don't kill me. I had to show it to Bob and he flipped his lid. He wants to

make a major push in time for summer. Get an excerpt in the New Yorker or the

Atlantic. How soon do you think you can bang out the rest? I mean, you're on a

roll.

Um, yeah, I'm not sure.

What's the matter? You're not excited.

My God, there's so much you in this, Amy, and so much life.

Oh, fuck.

What's wrong? I have to hang up. Call me back in five minutes.

If I don't answer, I need you to call the police.

What? Just do it. Five minutes.

Honey, what the hell is... How

you doing, neighbor?

I'm fine.

You?

Never better.

Where are you coming from?

Um, just minding some errands in town.

What are you doing here?

I was just out in the woods with my guys.

The jogging path is all staked and marked, and I was hoping you would come

a look while we've still got some light.

Um, yeah, I would.

I'm expecting a call from my editor any minute.

I should really take it inside.

Is something wrong?

No. Why?

It's weird now, isn't it?

Now that you've seen me dance.

Right.

Yeah, well, some lines were definitely crossed.

I think you're blushing, Miss Wiggs.

Am I?

You'll never look at me the same way again, will you?

I may not recover.

You getting out of the car?

Uh... Come on.

Come take a walk with me. Come take a walk.

Uh...

It's just that my editor, we've been playing phone tag all day. She's really

excited about the book.

Great. Tell her you're collecting material.

Come on, I want you to see it before it gets dark.

Okay.

Love the smell.

It's the time of year.

Nothing like it.

I know you thought you were doing me a favor, but I am telling you, you're

to thank me.

You've got to find some way of getting out of the house, right?

I didn't worry about you.

All that time cooped up inside.

Yeah, I'm actually getting a little bit cold.

We're here. Look.

See?

So, it'll loop all the way around and then connect back with my place.

All that's missing now is the concrete.

But if you really hate that, I could do wood chips instead.

Uh, no.

No, I... I trust you.

Do you, Aggie?

I certainly hope so.

I trusted you a lot.

Was that a mistake, you think?

How's the book coming so far?

Uh, it's good. Yeah.

You know?

Early days.

When do I get to take a peek? Because you did promise.

Right.

As soon as I have something worth your attention.

Modesty's not your thing, Aggie. I would know. I'm curious, though. Have you

figured out how it ends?

That's why people are going to read this, right?

No, I'm not sure.

Not sure.

But you must have some inclination.

Writer's intuition.

Give me a hint.

Did I do it, Aggie?

Hey, Carol.

Aggie, where are you? Yeah, no, I'm just in the woods behind my house with Niall

Jarvis. What's going on? Hold on one second. I want to go inside and do this

my office.

I'm so sorry.

It looks beautiful, really.

I'll talk to you soon.

Okay.

Yeah, I have to get to my desk, but stay in line.

Where's Donahue? You just missed him. Saw him on deck.

What's going on?

We got a tip about a possible kidnapping in Oyster Bay. He's coordinating now

with local law enforcement.

Aggie? Hello?

I'm almost there.

Aggie?

Aggie? I'm okay.

I'm okay. Honey?

I will, I will, but I have to call the FBI first.

FBI? Look, I'm home now. I'm safe, I promise, but I have to go, okay?

I'll explain everything, okay? Bye.

You've reached Special Agent Erica Breton with the Federal Bureau of

Investigation. Please leave a message with your name and number.

Hi, it's Aggie Wiggs. Can you call me back as soon as possible?

Thanks.

Agatha Wiggs.

Reason for your call? I need to speak to Agent Erica Breton. She knows me. It's

urgent. Hold, please.

Agent Breton isn't available right now. Can I please have the phone number

you're calling from? Can you page her, please?

Tell her to call Aggie Wiggs. It's urgent.

Hello? How was your call?

Did you like the first four chapters?

You broke into my house?

It's a good start.

Prologue's a little dense, but it really picks up when I arrive.

You've captured me, I gotta say.

It's just such a shame.

What is?

I had high hopes for a zaggy.

I can tell when we met, there's something about this woman. She's not

people. She's a real one.

You remember outside Eleanor?

We saw your pal, Fennig.

Of course I do.

I could see it all over your face.

Everything you wanted to do to him. Everything he deserved.

You know, the worst part about this is that I really did consider you a friend.

And that's what makes it so hard.

Because I get it.

Because part of me wanted to applaud.

But I couldn't exactly look the other way, could I?