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What do you think?

Preliminary signs indicate intercourse, and the bruising is consistent with

strangulation.

But I wasn't able to find any wounds or abrasions.

She didn't fight back?

No.

When did it happen?

Well, the body temperatures dropped about 10 degrees, so I'm guessing the

of death was around 2 a .m.

Who found her?

Her date, if you believe this shit. Hey, Holden. What do you got?

Name's, uh...

Jacob Neal claims he left his watch here last night and swung by this morning to

collect it.

He found the Vic Samantha Taylor.

Tits up, so to speak.

Boyfriend? One -nighter, actually.

He admits to having sex with her, but swears she was breathing when he left.

We're taking him in for questioning.

Oh, Michael, collect the wine bottle, stereo, and the bottle opener that's

floating around here someplace.

Thorough as always, Max.

That's because you're such a lazy bastard.

And you're a sucker.

I'll meet you guys downtown.

Told you you were a sucker.

Excuse me.

I'm Detective Max Conner. Can I help you?

Uh, what's going on?

Do you know Samantha Taylor?

Uh, she's one of my research subjects. We have an appointment.

About what?

That's personal.

I'm writing a book on online sex, and she's part of my research.

So she was into online dating?

No, she's into online sex.

Oh.

Do you mind telling me what this is all about? I mean, has something happened to

her? I'm afraid your meeting's been canceled.

Miss Taylor was murdered last night.

My God.

How?

She was strangled.

Would you know of any friends or associates of Miss Taylor's I should

with?

Um, she... she liked to keep things anonymous.

Well, I'd appreciate a call if anything comes to mind, Miss... Nina James.

I'll help out in any way I can.

Thank you, Miss... James.

Ethan. God.

You startled me.

Why didn't you call first? Because it's much more fun to surprise you. Well,

what if I had a gun?

You would never shoot me. You love me too much.

Welcome home.

Thank you.

You would not believe the day I had.

Tell me.

Remember Samantha Taylor?

The dominatrix. No, no, wait a minute.

Sex worker. Er, no, no. The exhibitionist who blows all the

wash.

Are you finished?

All right, I'm sorry. It's just really hard to keep track of all your wild

women.

Samantha Taylor's dead.

Oh, my God.

What happened?

I don't know. The police said she was strangled.

Wow.

Tell me about it. I've been carrying around the mental picture all day.

You were going to meet her?

Yeah, I had an interview with her.

Jesus, Nino.

What if you were there when they found her? Or even worse, what if you were

there when she was attacked?

You know, this research of yours is putting you in contact with a lot of

people. It really freaks me out sometimes.

Can we not go there tonight?

All right.

That's much better.

One of the perks of being with a masseuse.

Here,

lie down.

You're strung way too tight for what I have in mind.

Take a bow.

Oh God.

Yeah, she's in the shower.

Okay, call her at her office tomorrow. All right, good night.

Did you answer my phone?

Well, it was ringing. You were in the shower.

What did you expect me to do?

Ever heard of an answering machine?

Well, we were home.

Well, who was it?

Some detective. I told him to call you tomorrow.

Ethan, we need to talk.

Okay.

Will you sit down, please?

Sure.

This isn't working.

What is it?

This. The relationship.

I mean, we've been together, what, five months? And it just, it feels like

you're moving in.

Listen, if you don't want me to answer your phone, just pay for it. No, it's

that. I mean, when I gave you my key, I gave it to you so you could open the

front gate, not so you could wait in my house for me unannounced.

All right, listen, I apologize.

Okay, I will call next time, all right? I promise.

Now, what are you hungry for?

I'm the one that's sorry.

So here you're not hungry or something else?

I'm just, I'm not ready for this yet.

I see.

You know, call me crazy, but when you gave me your key, I thought that it

something. Not just that you're too damn lazy to open the gate.

Just so you know, Jacob, the lab results are in.

Seems your prints are all over the victim's place, including the scarf used

strangle her.

Things are not looking good for you.

I told you.

I had sex with her. That is all.

Was that before or after you strangled her?

Yes and no.

What the hell does that mean?

It was her idea.

She wanted me to cheat her. Oh, she begged you, huh?

Exactly.

But I didn't kill her.

Walk me through this again, Jacob. You picked her up in a cab, had a couple of

drinks, then headed back to her place.

Then what happened?

I don't know.

I met Nina James to see you.

Things had started heating up.

Right. Thank you.

She did this crazy little striptease, making her way to the bedroom the whole

time, tossing clothes at me.

Naturally, I followed.

Naturally. Then what?

We had sex.

You had sex and she begged you to strangle her during sex?

That's some pretty kinky shit.

But what I still don't understand is why did you come back the next day? I told

you. I left my watch there.

It's an engagement present from my fiancé.

Do you really think she'd understand if I told her I lost it while I was

cheating on her?

Cheating is the least of your problems now, pal.

No shit.

Let's go.

What

can

I do for you, Miss James?

It's Nina.

I pulled together everything I could on Samantha Taylor.

Transcripts from our interviews, downloads from her website.

I'm not sure if any of this is going to help, but it seems to me, based on our

interview, she's very into erotic asphyxiation.

That's depriving the brain of...

Oxygen for maximum pleasure.

A rush at orgasm.

She used personal ads on her website to attract lovers with the famous...

Look

familiar?

Tell us again how you met Samantha Taylor.

So I contacted her on her website.

So what?

We had some things in common.

Like erotic asphyxiation?

She was into it.

She used the internet to find lovers to join in the fun.

You responded, but you got a little carried away, didn't you, Jacob?

You wrapped that scarf around her neck and you squeezed till she came, but you

weren't done.

You wanted to come too, so you kept on squeezing.

Watch her squirm underneath you. You felt the power.

But you forgot to stop. And all of a sudden, she's not breathing anymore.

that the way it happened, Jacob? I didn't kill her.

I used the scarf to please her.

She got off on it. So did I.

When I left, she was very much alive.

I want my lawyer now.

He didn't do it.

What? He didn't kill Samantha Taylor.

Look, I know it's never easy coming forward with implicating information,

you did the right thing.

He's already admitted contacting Samantha through her ad. We can now

opportunity and motive.

Thanks to your help, we're going to put him away for a long, long time.

Trust me, this is wrong.

So is murder.

Look, erotic execution is not about violence.

It's about sensual stimulation.

Depriving the brain of oxygen is meant to awaken the senses, not to deaden

All I can tell you is people that engage in this practice are very, very

careful.

I'm impressed.

I promise we're not going to jump to any conclusions.

He'll have every chance to explain himself.

How's that book of yours coming?

Is that where you learn about all this stuff?

Well, researching people's sex lives does have its fascinating side benefits.

How about I buy you a cup of coffee and you can teach me something?

Thanks. I have an interview.

Another time, perhaps?

I don't think so.

All right.

Well, it's nice to see you again, Nina. Yeah.

Oh, God.

I get such a buzz from being watched by those men and women.

And the thought of actually getting caught having sex outdoors makes it even

more exciting.

And you don't mind complete strangers just lurking in the shadows watching?

not at all. They're quite polite, actually.

If you ever get a chance, Nina, you should come watch.

We post our location each week online.

And people just show up?

Of course.

But even if they didn't, I'd still enjoy myself.

Are there any other sexual interests you'd like to explore online?

Exhibitionism, not kinky enough?

No, no, it works, but I'm writing a book on all sexual possibilities.

Well, you name it.

I know people into piercing, foot -worshipping, bondage, and leather.

They're sites devoted to every taste imaginable.

A veritable sex smorgasbord, huh?

More like all you can eat.

Have you ever checked out erotic asphyxiation?

I've had a few dates I've wanted to strangle. Does that count?

Why do you ask?

I'm just curious.

Nina, have you ever hooked up with anyone you've met online?

No. You seem really interested in the possibilities.

More than just for your book.

You should consider it.

I don't think so. I'm not really looking to meet anyone right now.

I thought you were supposed to write about what you know.

So they say.

I'll call you next week. Thank you. Bye. Bye.

Online sex.

All you can eat.

Not bad.

Any good porn? Or are you just surfing the web for dates these days?

It's Samantha Taylor's files.

I figured.

There was a woman at the loft.

A writer.

Blonde hair, nice legs.

She's the one that told me the Vic was into erotic asphyxiation.

But she said the people at practice are very careful about not killing each

other. Well, game's no fun if you run out of playmates, huh?

Exactly.

Samantha Taylor's website has a Disciples of Blaze section.

Jacob Neal is listed as a member.

Along with a few dozen others.

It got me thinking.

How many of Samantha's lovers are into this choking shit?

Maybe we should run down a few of them.

Personally, I think we got the prick.

But another day couldn't hurt.

Cut Neil loose if you want.

But if you've got nothing new in 24 hours, I'm pressing charges.

Don't be wrong on this one, partner.

Because if the captain asks, I'm telling him it was your call.

Thanks, partner.

I appreciate your support.

Write what I know, huh?

All right, how tough can that be?

Searching for a man.

Single.

Straight.

But not...

A little... Dangerous.

This is Nina.

Hi, Nina. Detective Connor.

Do you have some time this afternoon?

What's on your mind, Detective?

Well, I've got some questions about the Samantha Tanner case.

I was hoping we could meet.

Sure, I'll be home all day.

Great. I'll see you then.

Well, walking through the house, I noticed a law degree on the wall.

You were a lawyer?

Was a lawyer, yeah.

I stopped practicing a few years ago.

I didn't really feel like I was making much of a difference.

So now you're writing about sex?

Yes, but it's not as weird as it sounds.

I used to specialize in sexual harassment cases, and...

It occurred to me that the easiest way to eliminate those kind of cases is to

demystify sex, to make it less taboo. The more open people are to talking

sex, the less power it has as a weapon.

Well, that makes perfect sense.

It's just sex, right?

What's the big deal?

See? Even you're uncomfortable talking about it. I'm writing this book for you.

Well, I hope you include a lot of pictures.

I may.

What can I help you with, Detective?

Please, call me Max.

What do you know about the disciples of Blaze?

Samantha's ad linked it to other people's website.

St. Blaze is the patron saint of the throat.

People use his name online to indicate that they're into erotic asphyxiation.

How do you know so much about this, if you don't mind my asking?

Well, if you're implying that I'm a devotee, I'm not.

My interviews have taken me to some very dark corners of the sexual underworld,

and... It's an interesting place to visit, but I don't think I'm going to

Were there any other disciples of Blaze among your interviewees?

Only Samantha.

Are you sure?

Choking for pleasure is not something that's easy to forget.

I can imagine.

Would you mind checking this list, just in case? Yeah, no problem.

Hmm.

Interesting.

Recognize someone?

Yeah, if this is the same woman, she's definitely not a follower.

We're going somewhere? Yeah, Mr.

Silvana's Dominion. You drive.

Try it on, if you like.

How's the book coming?

Well, I've moved past the bondage part, at least. Oh, pity for me.

I'm Mr. Silvana.

Detective Connor.

What brings you to my dominion, detective?

Hoping to play a little good cop?

Bad cop?

Actually, Silvana, we need information.

A little more kiss and tell?

More like kiss and kill.

Any of your clients ask you to wear this?

All business, isn't he?

Stop trying to control everything, Detective.

It is very exhausting.

No one asks me to wear the collar, Detective.

No one asks anything of me. They may beg or plead.

But around here, I'm the one giving the orders.

We're not talking about your professional life here, Silvana.

What can you tell me about the Disciples of Blaze?

What content is it of yours?

We found your name listed on a murder victim's website.

Samantha Taylor's.

She was strangled to death.

Can you tell me why she posted your name?

You wouldn't understand.

Try us.

Erotic asphyxiation?

as a refined sexual practice.

Unfortunately, all people ever hear about are the deaths.

Novices passing out without releasing their restraints.

Thank God most of the time it's labeled suicide.

Families rather deal with the shame than admitting somebody has a fetish.

In truth, you'd be amazed how many normal people have tried it.

Have you?

Nothing in my world exists outside my control.

That's a great responsibility.

Sometimes it feels nice to surrender that control to somebody else.

For me, erotic asphyxiation is the greatest relief.

Did you have any personal contact with any of the other disciples?

One, months ago.

We met over Samantha's website.

He gave me a great reply to my email.

Took my breath away.

What happened?

I arranged a meeting with him here one night.

Comfy place.

Nice choice of music.

Bet you have a great view anybody ever watch me

Two.

Did you report it to the police?

I can take care of myself.

Yeah, I'm sure you can.

But your boyfriend may have just graduated to murder.

We need your help, mistress.

Please, tell us who the guy is.

I knew I was going to make you beg.

This is important.

His name is Jacob Neal.

Over here.

Christ.

I'd call that a confession, wouldn't you?

Secure the room and call it in.

Damn it.

Hey, look at it this way. Our case is closed now.

Obviously, this guy couldn't take the guilt.

Maybe.

What does that mean?

You see a suicide note anywhere?

There's something wrong with this one.

Thanks for meeting me.

What's up?

Jacob Neal is dead.

Still alive?

Well, it looks like it, but I don't think so.

What can you tell me about Samantha Taylor's crime scene?

Maybe I can help.

You know I can't disclose that.

I know that.

I also know you want to find out the truth, otherwise I wouldn't be here.

Okay.

Jacob Neal says that he left his watch at Samantha Taylor's house.

When he got there, the door was unlocked.

He says he found her just as we did.

She was naked, unbound, with ligature marks on her throat caused by the

strangulation. There was no sign of a struggle.

No skin under the victim's... Sorry, under Samantha's fingernails.

No other visible wounds.

What about the room? Anything out of place?

No, nothing remarkable.

Wine glasses on the nightstand, robe draped across the foot of the bed,

burning. A typical woman's bedroom.

Been in many, have you?

A few.

Sorry, I couldn't resist.

Hang on a minute.

You said the only clothing in the room was a robe draped at the foot of the

Right. Well, in Jacob's statement, he said Samantha did a strip to you as she

led him into the bedroom.

Her clothes would still be on the floor. Exactly.

You said there was a robe.

Right, silk.

Yeah.

A woman who's just had great sex wouldn't throw on a silk robe to tidy up

unless... She was having company.

That would account for the four wine glasses.

Someone came over after Jacob left.

I'll check the phone record.

See if she had any late night callers.

It's thin, but it's worth taking a look at.

Listen, let's get a bite to eat.

Thanks. I've got to get back to the office.

All right.

Nice work today.

Thank you.

What's got your panties in a twist?

Where's the Samantha Taylor file?

I'm just completing the final report.

You got a problem with that?

Why are you in such a hurry to close this out?

Look, Max, this case has got nowhere to go.

The sooner you learn to accept that, the better off we'll both be.

Bullshit.

What the hell are you doing?

You're holding out on me, and I want to know why.

Fine. I knew this Taylor chick.

She came in here about six months ago to report an assault.

What kind of assault?

The usual domestic bullshit.

Said her lover got a bit carried away during sex.

Where's the report?

I chucked it.

Hey, if you'd seen this girl, you would have done the same thing.

She came in here all slutted up, tits hanging out, claiming he did this and

that. I figured she was just some bimbo trying to make problems for her

boyfriend.

Filing paperwork would have been a waste of time.

Just go back to this guy in a week.

Yeah. And maybe get murdered by him six months later. Christ, Max.

This case ended with that stiff Jacob.

Let it go.

Yeah. Why waste any more of your precious time?

Go home, Max.

Get some sleep. You look like shit.

Whatever crusade you're on could wait till tomorrow.

You could be a real prick. You know that?

I make you look like a prince to that lady writer.

Public sex.

That's always an eye -catcher.

Indeed.

Well, as I told you on the phone, the focus of my book is people that find sex

through the Internet.

You make it sound so clinical.

Lighten up. What do you mean?

Well, hooking up online is a blast.

You make it sound like you've never done it before.

Well, I guess you can call me a voyeur, but I prefer to stay on the sidelines

with that kind of thing. But I'm completely fascinated by the process.

Okay, then.

Let's find a playmate.

All right. Let's see.

Turn on.

Nice lips, nice ass, sexually playful.

And that's what you look for in a partner?

I'm looking for sex, not a soulmate.

Right. Okay, then.

Let's see. Pure sex, adventurous, likes risks, and public places.

Ah! So what is your fascination with public places?

You call yourself a voyeur?

Come find out.

This is Nina.

Hey, Nina, it's Max.

I was wondering if you'd want to get a drink.

To talk about anything besides this case?

Um, Max, I'm kind of in the middle of something right now.

All right.

Look, I'm sorry.

Um, there's a park right around the corner from my house. How about coffee

tomorrow?

Tomorrow would be perfect.

See you then.

Looks like we got a copycat.

Hey, that's Janine Delaney.

You know her?

I've seen her website.

Apparently we have some sort of internet sex siren.

Housekeeper found her.

Coroner thinks she bought it last night.

Looks like he used her bra to strangle her.

Redskin and fluids on that.

I want a DNA comparison to the Samantha Taylor case.

I'm taking this back to the station. Hey, don't make shit up Max.

These cases aren't related.

What a dump.

Reminded me not to hire that housekeeper.

There were at least four sets of prints besides the Vicks.

We're running them now.

Max, leave it alone.

It's here.

The Disciples of Blaze phrase is mentioned in at least five of the

You know, there are a lot of loony tunes out there, Max.

You want to talk fetishes with the captain, you're on your own.

I'm not going to look like an ass.

Too late.

Hello, Nina.

Ethan, you scared me.

Sorry, can I come in?

Yeah, sure.

I missed you, Nina.

Ethan, can we not do this right now? I need distance from us.

I came here to apologize. Can I at least do that?

Listen, I'm really sorry about the other night.

It wasn't fair of me to push you like that.

I agree.

And I want to make it up to you.

Oh, God, that feels so nice.

I'm so tense.

What is this? Another one of your thick research articles?

You know...

I see you getting sucked into this thick world, and I'm afraid I'm going to lose

you.

Ethan, stop. I can't do this right now.

Are you seeing someone else?

Well, not that it's any of your business, but no.

I don't believe you.

I think you should leave.

I'm the only one who's going to love you the way you should be loved.

Thanks for meeting me. Sure.

You seem a little distracted. Something on your mind?

Do you know a Janine Delaney?

We've emailed.

We've never met. I was going to interview her for my book.

How do you two meet?

She had a neurotic website, and I contacted her to do that. That's how I

my subjects.

Why?

Something happen to her?

She was strangled last night.

Oh, my God.

Is it connected to the Samantha Taylor case?

The same scenario.

There's no sign of a struggle.

She knew her killer.

I went through her computer, and I found a mailbox full of responses.

Guess what they had in common?

St. Blaise. Exactly.

Shit.

None of my business, huh?

Max, this is, uh...

My friend Ethan. Ethan, Detective Connor.

Nice to finally meet you.

See you around, Nina.

Well, that was pleasant.

He answered your phone the first time I called.

Yeah.

It's a long story.

Well, I got a few of those myself.

Don't worry about it. Yeah.

What are you doing the next few hours?

Now, I have...

files on every website I've researched for my book. Maybe if we scour them, we

can come up with some clues to help you find your killer.

Let's go.

Wow.

This is some pretty racy stuff.

I feel like I should be asking you questions about your sex life.

Well, usually when I have somebody in the office, I'm interviewing them for my

book.

Okay.

Interview me.

Okay.

What happened on your last date?

I don't know.

It hasn't ended yet.

Well, what do you want to happen?

How about that?

Okay.

Hmm.

Oh.

What is it?

Get dressed.

What's the matter?

I have an interview with Eve at four.

Damn.

This

is

weird.

She always has her phone on and she's never late.

You have me all freaked out over these murders.

I'm going to go over there and see if she's okay.

I'm going with you.

All right.

Eve!

Eve, wake up!

Eve!

Police officer ma 'am? Eve.

Eve, it's Nina.

Can

you

tell us what happened?

I met a guy online.

That guy from the alley?

No, a different one.

We agreed to meet for a nightcap, and he was handsome and charming, and he

seemed to be as attracted to me as I was to him.

After drinks, we came back here.

He was incredibly romantic doing all the right thing

He finally left sometime this morning, I think.

Actually, I'm not so sure. I was just so terrified to come out.

What was his name, and what does he look like?

He said his name was David Larson.

But actually, I'm not so sure about that.

He's dark -haired, six feet tall,

lean, muscular build.

And you met him online?

Yes, he responded to my ad.

What was his e -mail identity?

Sweet relief.

Does that mean anything to you?

No.

Eve, I need to take your computer for a couple of days and look through his

emails to you.

Is that okay?

Fine.

Anything to get this guy.

We'll get him.

I promise.

I'm going to canvas the neighborhood and call a squad car to pick me up.

You don't think there's a connection between this guy and my book, do you?

I don't know.

Anything's possible, so keep your eyes open, okay?

Yeah, yeah.

So, uh, am I going to see you again?

Dinner? Eight o 'clock? The bistro?

The date?

I mean...

It's Elise.

I just had to tell you I have a date tonight with someone fantastic.

I met him online and he's perfect.

I think you'd like this guy.

He's really into meeting women online.

I bet he'd make a great interview for your book. And get this, he signs his

emails sweet for the lease.

Isn't that cute?

Come on, Elise.

Come on, at least pick up.

Thank you.

At least...

Your writer friend discovered the body.

Nina?

Are you okay?

I tried to warn her.

It's too late.

How did you know?

She called me.

She said she had a date with a guy she met online.

Sweet, right?

Another hard -up bitch?

You bastard.

How dare you?

Oh, shit.

You asshole.

I don't know, but we'll find him.

Who, you and that idiot partner of yours?

He can be an ass, but he's a good cop.

If he's one of the good ones, I shudder to think of the dirty cops.

Nina.

Nina!

Let me take you home.

Max, no.

I've been relying on the police a little too much lately, and it's time I

handled this on my own.

What are you talking about?

You think this whole thing is just some kinky online sex thing? It's not.

This guy is after people I know. This is personal.

Nina, maybe it's all just a coincidence.

Elise was not into erotic asphyxiation.

She's an exhibitionist. The only thing that connects all of these people is me.

What are you going to do? I'm going to put an ad online as a disciple of Blaze,

and I'm going to see if this guy bites.

No, you're not.

Try and stop me.

You could be compromising a murder investigation.

It's not good enough.

Nina.

Nina, I care for you.

I don't want to see you get hurt.

Too late for that.

Did you find anything?

Nothing. Place was clean.

I'm going to take the computer with me back to the stadium.

Do what you want, but there was nothing on it

Sweet relief.

Hi, you've reached the voicemail of Detective Max Conner. Leave a message

the beep.

Max, Nina, I just was surfing online and I happened to come across a sweet

release. I'm meeting him tonight at Gino's on Broadway at 9 o 'clock, if

interested.

Samantha Eve Ali.

All subjects of Nina's book.

Jacob connected only to Samantha.

Janine. Janine never met Nina.

So why her?

Whoa.

That's Janine Delaney.

She's a hot one for sure.

You ever been through her crack?

Watch yourself, Dexter. No, I mean the crack in her web page.

Check it out.

It's a portal into a private section of her website.

It's where she keeps her sex shows.

Sex shows?

Yeah, she has a secret web page in her bedroom. And she records food and

having sex with all the men she brings home.

Here Pull up this one sure

Let's see what fabulous things I could do to you.

Let me have a taste.

I see what kind of a surprise you have down here for me.

Breathe that image.

No problem.

Can you clean that up for me, give me something to identify?

Sure. Have a seat, pal.

I owe you an apology.

Yeah, you do.

Your attitude sucks.

So? I'm talking about Jacob Neal.

Coroner's report just came back.

Looks like you were right. Cause of death was overdose.

But someone choked him unconscious first.

Burst blood vessels in his eyes gave it away.

Neal was definitely murdered.

Time to take this to the captain.

Keep working.

I'll be back.

Detective Consta.

Dexter, hey, Nina James.

Is he in?

He just stepped away. Can you take a message?

Um, yeah. Let him know I called and give him a message if you would.

Tell him Mr. Sweet Release has stood me up and I would love to take him up on

that rain check dinner if he's interested.

I'm at Gino's.

I'll make sure he gets it.

Come on, baby.

Show me your face.

I'm sorry. I'm expecting someone.

I know.

Your wait's over.

I'm sorry. Do I know you?

I've been watching you for a while now.

You work so sexy.

You take my breath away.

Why don't we get out of here? Go somewhere we can be alone. Why don't you

lost?

Hey, man, whatever.

I don't want any trouble.

You okay?

Yeah.

Actually, I don't know what I am.

I think I just want to get out of here.

Come on, I'll walk you home.

Max, I got something here.

You recognize this guy?

You didn't leave any lights on?

No, it'll be alright.

Listen, why don't you let me walk you in? That way I can go home without

worrying.

Okay.

All clear.

I'm sorry.

That guy, Genos, just completely freaked me out.

I've just been having so much weird stuff go on around me lately.

Would you mind just hanging out a few minutes until my imagination stops

picturing people jumping out of closets at me?

I'd be happy to. Here. Thank you. Have a drink.

I'm sorry.

You just look so beautiful.

Thank you.

You know, I think I started falling in love with you the very first time I saw

you.

But then I forgot that not in the real world, not everyone is on the same time

schedule as I am.

Listen, Nina, I am really, really sorry that I pushed you, okay?

I just know that we were meant to be together forever and...

I just didn't have the patience to wait for you to realize it.

I'm sorry.

I just don't feel the same way about you.

There's someone else.

So I guess this is it then.

I'm sorry.

I really am.

Come on, you watch this.

I got tired of listening to those whores tell you all those dirty little sex

stories. They soiled you and you loved it, didn't you?

You got off hearing all their fantasies, their fetishes, their little sex

stories. You know what?

I knew when I saw that ad, it was too late for you. You're just a little slut

like all the rest of them.

Give me one reason.

You sick bastard.

How could you?

How could you?

Alida, I... I wanted to apologize to you.

I was out of line.

You're right.

We'll run his DNA against the evidence we've collected at the other crime

scenes.

Look, you were right on this one. I was wrong.

I was a jerk.

Don't go getting all mushy on me.

I got your message.

We know Ethan killed Janine Delaney.

And I think we'll find sweet release on his computer.

I'm pretty sure he had access to your email account and all of your

correspondence.

I'm sorry I got here so late.

And you saved me.

Now it's my turn.

No.