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Oh, I'll do the next few.

Come on.

Oh, did you get it?

Excuse

me.

Oh, God.

Do you need something?

Do you have a right to be in here? Yeah,
this is our husband's unit.

Uh, we have a key, don't we?

Uh -huh.

Okay, we need to get out of here right
now.

What?

This is good.

Well, there it is. The money.

And the file.

Bingo.

Uh, hey, Chris.

What?

Grant's here.

Here? As in here, here?

As in, in the conference room of the
office we are currently in right now.

Oh, my God. I told him I would have the
designs done by end of day.

What, is he checking up on me?

Great.

Gotcha.

What are you doing here?

Surprise. I'm back early.

Way early, aren't you?

You little freak. Ah, don't blame her. I
made her do it.

I can't believe you're here.

Let's get lunch. Come on, knock off for
the afternoon.

Oh, honey, I wish I could, but I said
I'd have this cover done by the end of

day, and I'm not even... All right, all
right, all right.

We'll eat, and then I'll be out of your
hair.

Promise.

I was hoping we could talk.

They didn't renew my contract, per my
request. Wait, what?

I'd had enough.

I want to be with you all the time.

Wait, is that even safe to just leave?
Can you... I talked to my director.

We're good.

Well, they're a little upset.

Didn't want to lose his best asset.

Can't believe you'll be here all the
time. It's like I'll actually have a

husband now.

And I can't wait to wake up next to you
every morning.

So, no more trips?

Unless you want to go somewhere
together.

Tokyo, Milan, Paris.

We can even buy a house on Hayden Island
that we always talked about.

Wait, so you seriously want to move?

Good thought.

I want a fresh start, you know?

New sights, new sound, clean slate.

I don't know, honey. I got to think
about that. I mean, I have the business.

have a staff now. It's the age of remote
work. People want flexibility now. I

mean, Brandy could run the office.

You know she'd jump at the chance.

Come on. You always wanted to live in
Portland, so let's do it. Life is too

short.

We can even have that baby we always
talked about. I mean, wouldn't Oregon be

great place to raise a family?

We'll talk about it over dinner.

The most important thing is I'm here
now.

With you.

Yeah. Yeah.

I'm done.

No. Nothing will convince me.

Nothing.

And if you show up here, it will not go
well for you.

This phone breaks in an hour. Nice
knowing you.

How did you get in here?

Richie?

Richie?

Peace.

Is it done?

How do you feel?

I just feel numb.

I'm sure it took courage.

It was just something that had to be
done.

So, the only thing you noticed missing
was his laptop and his cell phone. None

of your jewelry.

Not that I saw.

But I didn't do an inventory.

Tell me about your husband's job, Miss
Holland.

When he got out of the Air Force, he
went straight to work for the

Federal? State?

Federal.

He did aid work.

For?

The federal government.

I really don't know any more than that.

But you've been married for over two
years.

He was gone a lot.

And when he was here, we focused on us.

Was there any infidelity in the
marriage?

No, no, not at all.

Did you argue a lot, fighting?

I know you probably hear this a lot, but
we really didn't.

The fact that he traveled so much for
work, it kept things fresh for us.

I mean, sure, we had our moment.

Okay, but there's no violence, no
hitting, no screaming, things like that?

Absolutely not.

Okay.

Again, I'm sorry for your loss.

I have to ask you this, Ms. Holland.

Do you know who killed your husband?

You sure you don't want the bed
upstairs?

I think I'd rather be down here, thank
you.

Have you talked to any of Richie's
family yet?

I wouldn't even know where to start.

He was an only child and his parents
died when he was young.

What is it?

His job.

His work.

The aid stuff?

If I tell you what I'm about to say, can
I trust that you won't repeat it to

anyone? Ever.

I promise.

Richie worked in intelligence.

It was a job he couldn't talk about.

I don't know where he went on these
trips.

It wasn't aid work.

They were missions.

Covert ones.

He went right into it after the
military.

And he was on strict orders not to share
any details with me for my own safety.

Wait, Richie was a spy.

I know some of these trips were
overseas.

But that's all he could tell me.

And he said in the event something were
to happen to him, not to tell anyone,

not even law enforcement, that you told
me.

And I'm sorry, I just... I couldn't hold
it in anymore. I felt like I was going

to explode.

And you think that maybe someone killed
him because of his work?

Or for what he knew?

I'm really scared.

I miss him, Brandy.

I just can't believe I'm never going to
see him again.

I'll come here.

Hey, Will. Hey.

I, uh... I'll leave if you want me to.

I just wanted to stop by to tell you
that I'm... I'm so, so sorry.

And that I'm here for you.

And... Yeah.

I, uh... I tried to call.

I saw.

I'm sorry. I just couldn't right now.

Yeah. Well, Brandy told me that you were
here, so I had to stop by to make sure

you were okay.

Well, I'm not.

Really? Yeah, I know.

Do the cops, do they have any idea
who... Uh -uh.

Hey, do you want to get some fresh air
with me?

Yes. Once around the block.

Okay.

It doesn't even feel real.

I can only imagine.

Hey, if the cops ask you... I won't say
a word.

I think... I think we both know that was
a mistake.

And it looks bad for me.

I loved Richie.

Just don't want the police thinking
otherwise.

Hey, no more.

All right? Just stay between us.

And, hey, you know I'd do anything for
you, Chris.

You know that, right?

Anything.

Hi.

I need you to call me back.

I have to know if you're going to be at
Skye's birthday party.

Look, I know I said some things.

I want you to be there.

Just call me back, okay?

Chris will be out for a while.

I want her to have the time she needs,
so I will be acting CEO until then.

Anything Chris typically handles, just
come to me with.

Chris!

Hey!

Are you okay?

I had to get out.

Yeah? So sorry to bother you. Someone is
here to see you.

I would have turned her away, but she
said it's about Richie.

Kathy.

Chris.

Thank you for seeing me. I didn't expect
you to actually be here.

I'm sorry. Who are you?

Cassie Kent.

I'm Richie's sister.

I'm so sorry. I had no idea Richie had a
sister.

And I had no idea he had a wife.

Until the police told me he found his
body.

I'm sorry you went through that.

You live nearby?

Florida. But...

I've been living with our mom in Smyrna
for a few months.

She's very ill.

Wait, Richie's mother lives in Smyrna?

He told me she passed.

She's very much alive.

Although I don't think she has a lot of
time left.

Dementia.

Nonverbal.

I'm not sure she's aware what's going
on. And I haven't even told her yet

Richie.

I'm so sorry.

What's her name?

Dorothy. Dot.

Dot.

That's Mom and Richie at his high school
graduation.

Could you tell me what happened
yesterday?

Sure.

Richie had come by here, surprised me,
and when I went home,

that's when I found him.

He had just started making his dinner.

Well, I'd like to be involved in the
arrangements, but only if you're

comfortable with that.

Would you like to come over tonight and
meet our mom?

Yeah, of course.

Why would he tell me his mom's dead and
she lives 30 minutes away?

And a sister?

Do you think he was embarrassed of me?

Chris, stop. That man adored you.

Maybe he was hiding them from you.

Maybe they're crazy.

Yeah. Richie was just a secretive dude.

Even yesterday, having me trick you.

Yeah, that had a point, though. Did it?
It was sweet.

Did she know about his job?

She didn't mention it, and I didn't say
anything.

Someone should be reaching out to you
soon, right?

The government will be concerned.

Unless it was the government that killed
him.

You don't really think that.

Do you have a more plausible suspect?

I don't want to say this too strongly,
but I think the cops need to look at

Will.

He called me about 97 times last night
looking for you.

And he's the first person I can think of
who is delighted that Richie is out of

your life.

I don't think he has it in him.

Hey, come on in.

Mom, this is Chris, Richie's wife.

Hello, Mrs.

Kemp.

That boy loved the water.

Was he still like that?

Yeah, he really enjoyed the beach.

We went to Hilton Head a lot.

I'm glad he found you.

You two were happy together, right?

We were.

I really loved your brother.

We should... Definitely use this one.

Listen,

you don't have to answer this.

I just wondered, you and Dot, when was
the last time you

actually talked to Richie?

I wasn't sure how to tell you this.

Or whether to tell you at all.

And I want to be clear, I don't expect
anything from you, okay?

About eight years ago, Richie called.

Said he'd gotten into some trouble.

He needed money.

Bad.

I helped him.

Mom did too.

More than she should have.

She cleared out her entire 401K.

And after that, Richie vanished.

And Mom was so sure he would come back,
return the money.

But we haven't heard from him since
then.

And now with me taking care of Mom full
time, we're barely getting by.

He took everything, Chris.

Jonathan, what do you got?

I got a 9mm, semi -automatic, consistent
with a murder weapon.

And I found these women's gloves that
have some blood on them.

You got all that down there? Yes, sir.

Beautiful. Just beautiful.

Put a rush on it now. Let's go. Let's
go.

Jennifer, the party planner has a
question for you.

Thank you.

Let's do the lighting up there. I think
that'll be better.

Messing his own daughter's birthday
party.

It's unforgivable.

What shall I say if someone asks?

Tell them the truth.

He's an absentee father who doesn't care
about his own family.

There was one other thing.

Does this vehicle look familiar to you?

It doesn't look like something anyone I
know would drive.

As I thought.

It was parked across the way for over an
hour.

Strange.

Probably nothing, though.

It was out of place.

So, I got the license plate number just
in case.

You're paranoid, Clyde.

Just as my head of security should be.

You can't find his bank log in?

No, I have to petition the probate court
to get control of it.

If there's money, I should give them
some, right?

Wait, your money's in there, right?

Yeah?

Thank goodness.

Honestly, the truck.

Well, what does that mean?

I always thought Richie was shady. I
mean, he wanted us to sell the business

bad. He could work that into a
conversation about a local sushi place,

I'm sorry. My only concern is you.

I know.

Anything from the cops?

They talked to Will?

If so, they're definitely not sharing it
with me.

You need to tell them, Chris, about how
bad he wants you back and what happened

between y 'all. In case they find out,
you want them to have heard it from you.

Right. Tell them how I slept with my ex
while married to Richie? Girl, hell no.

And Will's not going to say anything
either. It happened once.

It was nothing.

Did Richie find out?

What if Will killed him, though?

I think that one time opened a door in
his mind to getting back with you.

I mean, he's an angry, impulsive guy.

He drinks like a fish. The cops at least
need to see if he has an alibi.

It had something to do with his job.
That's much more plausible.

I need to get the damn house back.

Shirley, you're not thinking about
staying there.

No, no. I just need to check something.

This clock.

You want to check a clock.

Yeah, it's the only thing Richie brought
when he moved in.

Just some suitcases and this basic
clock.

He liked it. I didn't think too much of
it, but now I keep thinking back to how

weird it really was.

Stupid clock.

But there's definitely something to it.

Well, the body should be released by
Wednesday. At least that's what they

me.

There's one last thing.

Ms. Kemp, I received your request for
military honors at the memorial.

The thing is, the VA says they have no
record of your brother serving in the

Force. How is that possible?

I visited him at the base in college. I
saw him in his uniform.

I did, too, at least in photos.

I'm sorry. I had them double -check.

Richard John Kemp.

Never served in any branch of the
military.

What are you doing?

You following me? I was going to your
house, and I spotted you on your way out

the neighborhood.

But I need to know what you were doing
Thursday night, for my own sense of

peace.

Well, I see.

You're back in busybody mode, and now
you think I shot him. Chris called me

an hour ago and said that Richie's story
about being in the military was bogus.

You're an ex -Marine. Former Marine.

Well, maybe you found out, and soul and
valor was the final straw.

What are you talking about? Maybe you
can't stand the idea of Chris being with

Richie. I know you wanted to reconcile,
which is never going to happen, by the

way, ever.

You don't know a damn thing about us!
Hey, what the hell?

I was at a meeting Thursday night, okay?

At night?

You're a terrible liar.

An AA meeting, Brandy.

I go to the Pittsburgh church meeting on
Briarwood. My sponsor's name is Rex.

Feel free to check it out, Nancy Drew.

I just wanted a few things for the
memorial.

You'll get the house back tomorrow.

I don't know what you were doing in
there. You could have been disposing of

evidence.

Well, I wasn't.

I guess you didn't dispose of these
either.

No.

Are they yours?

I have a pair like that.

They were found in a storm drain right
next to your house.

Covered with gunshot residue and
splattered with blood.

Right next to a handgun that I'm
guessing is going to match the bullet

killed Richie Kemp.

We're running DNA on the gloves.

Presumably your gloves now.

I'll have the results back in 48 hours
at most.

I'm going to let you go.

For now.

One more thing.

What state were you and your husband
married in?

Georgia.

Why?

Just curious.

Someone is setting me up.

They think they found the gun that
killed Richie. With my gloves.

They're testing the DNA from them now.

Hang on, let me look.

That's the PI you found.

Hello? Hi.

Are you sure?

Okay.

Thanks.

Well, that's that.

Richie wasn't in the CIA.

So, next question is, what did he
actually do for a living? Maybe he just

traveled the world spending his mother's
money.

I should know how to pick them, don't I?

I mean, this one bilks his family out of
their savings and lies to me about his

job. The one before that literally
abandoned me the night before our

may have killed this one.

I don't think Will did it.

Well, I thought that was your theory of
the case.

It was.

And then I checked his alibi.

He was at an AA meeting all night.

And now that someone's trying to frame
you with the gloves, it can't be Will.

He wants you to play house with him, not
sit in prison.

What the hell is going on, Brandy?

Oh, my God.

Wow.

Yes? Hi, my name's Chris Holland, and
I'd like to speak to whoever lives here.

Who is this about?

It's about Richie.

Richie Kemp?

How can I help you?

Do you know this man? Did he used to
live here? Did you maybe buy his house

him?

Hi, I'm Chris Holland.

Jennifer Dweck.

And this is my head of security, Clyde.

Can I see the photo?

That's Richard, my husband.

When did you last speak to him?

He's away on work.

Why, who are you?

I really hate to tell you this, but...

He's dead.

I swear.

He was... He was my husband, too.

I found him two days ago.

Shot. In our home.

We live in Atlanta.

Found his license with this address on
it, and I drove here.

Detective West of APD is handling the
case.

If this is true, why didn't anybody tell
me?

I don't think they know about you.

I guess they haven't checked other
states yet. I'm his wife.

And so am I.

You married him in a ceremony.

I swear.

How long ago?

Two years.

And we met six months before that.

We've been married for five years.

Did he tell you that he was in the Air
Force?

Yes. Richard was a mobility pilot. It's
like being an Amazon driver, but... For

the DOD.

Yeah, he told me that, too.

But it's not true. The VA had no record
of him ever serving.

My God.

I assume he also told you about his
trips?

Yes, yes. The work stuff. The job.

Also not real.

The PII hire talked to the CIA.

The second you leave, I am verifying
this with the authorities.

And I hope you do.

Look.

I'm really sorry.

Who's Guy?

Would you excuse us, please, Becca?

Sure. Okay.

And he had this baby with you while
telling me it was the wrong time to get

pregnant.

She really is beautiful.

This guy, he married you?

Like, did the ceremony?

Yeah, he was a friend of Richie's.

Troy, I believe.

He married us, too.

Guess I shouldn't be surprised.

Men covering for men.

Tale as old as time.

Did you ever hear from him again?

Never.

Cancel the party.

Hello, Neil.

Hi, Detective West. This is Cassie Kemp.

I was just calling to see if you had an
update on my brother's case.

Nothing I can discuss yet.

I see.

Well, I hope you can make an arrest
soon. I desperately need some positive

We're closed, Cassie.

I'll let you know.

Thank you.

Hello? Hey, how you doing?

Not great.

Did you know Richie had another house in
Greenville, South Carolina?

No, I had no idea. How did you find that
out?

I'll tell you later. It's a lot.

I was hoping we could meet in person
again soon.

Is that okay?

There's something I want to discuss.

Uh, okay, sure.

When works.

Tomorrow afternoon?

We could meet at your house?

Uh, okay. Sure, that's... that's fine.

Thanks.

Hello.

Where is it?

I don't know what you want.

The money and the files.

I will put a bullet through you! I have
nothing to do with whatever it is that

you want!

I need the money, damn it!

It was a man. I could tell by his voice,
but face totally covered, and he drove

a black pickup.

Okay. Make and model?

I don't know. It was dark.

There's not a lot to go on.

I'm telling you what I thought.

Hey, you know what?

I got a very interesting call today from
Jennifer Dweck.

Were you aware that your husband was a
bigotist?

No. I found out today.

You didn't let us know.

I would have called you when I got home,
but I was a little preoccupied being

accosted the moment I walked in the
door.

I have a theory.

You found out about Mr. Weck, you put a
bullet in your husband, and then you

staged this whole break -in to deflect
attention.

Sound about right?

I was almost just killed, detective.

What are you doing here? I have a
proposition for you.

How did you know I was here?

Clyde is very redorful.

Did you find something out?

In fact, I did.

I finally went to see a divorce lawyer
the day that Richie was killed. Imagine

my astonishment when the lawyer called
me.

Hello, Neil.

Right after you left yesterday to tell
me that there was no marriage to undo.

The supposed officiant of our sham
weddings?

Well, I found the officiant.

He's not Troy Smith.

He's Troy Padden, an ex of this
bartender, Evelyn, who worked our

I stopped by the country club and had a
chat with her. She gave me his address.

Your proposition?

Get to that.

I thought I'd swing by, see what Troy
has to say.

I figured it'd be a little more
interesting if you came. Add a little

Look, I just woke up, and I barely slept
last night. Someone literally tried to

kill me. What?

Yeah, this isn't a game. Someone broke
into my house with a gun.

Wow. I'm glad you're okay.

Now let's go.

You can call me with whatever you find,
but I'm not getting in that car with

you. Drive yourself, then.

Look, I know it's not a game.

This is difficult for me to say.

He wiped me out.

My investment account, savings,
everything.

Did he do the same to you?

He didn't. Well, do you know where he
put my money? I have no idea.

Honestly.

I will not let my daughter be collateral
damage.

If my dream comes true, I'll get a five
-figure advance on a novel that I

thought was based on my marriage to a
spy.

I was so worried that Richie wouldn't
let me publish it, even after I left

What an idiot I was.

I need to know where Richie put my
money.

Plus, you need to stay out of jail.

You know they think you did it, right?

God, yes.

So, I am willing to trust you right now,
because I don't know who else to go to.

We can either figure this out
separately, or we can figure it out

Your call.

What's our approach?

I was thinking, good wife, bad wife.

Come on.

Can

I

help you?

Do you know who we are?

Look closer.

It'll come to you.

Oh, wow.

Yeah. Did you hear about Richie?

Oh, man, yeah. I saw online. I'm so
sorry for your loss.

Thank you.

Had you spoken to him recently?

No, it's been a while since your
wedding.

Were you certified to marry us?

Of course I was.

Richie told me you two got divorced by
the time I married him the second time.

Who is Troy Smith?

Was that your maiden name?

I haven't seen this.

Richie told me he was handling.

That's not how wedding officials work.
You file with the county.

What kind of fly -by -night seminary
ordained you that you don't know this?

Ladies, I did it as a favor to Richie.
This was a million years ago, I think. I

did get ordained online. It was worse
than defensive driving.

He said he'd handle everything else. I
thought I was being nice.

Well, do you know who would have wanted
to kill him?

I have no idea.

I'm being real with you ladies.

You know what?

I don't trust him.

Anyone who's been ordained knows they
have to be the one to file their

certificate. I agree.

And did you smell that?

Yeah, gin if I had to get.

Damn it.

Have you heard from Ritchie's sister?
She texted me.

His sister?

How many secrets did this lowlife have?

Ryan, I didn't know about her either.

I told her she could come over later.
She wants to talk.

Apparently, Ritchie stole their mom's
money, too. The mom is alive now.

Oh, I need an ad event.

Are they aware of... Not yet. I just
told her apparently you had a second

in South Carolina.

Technically, the second house is in
Atlanta.

I'm kidding.

Well, I want to meet the sister.

Well, come over to my place then. I
don't want to be alone anyway, not after

yesterday.

Was that you, defending yourself from
the attacker?

I don't know.

It was me having a moment earlier.

Ah, I see.

Oh, thanks.

He had one of these at our... my place,
too.

How did you get away from the guy?

The attacker.

Well, I used the remote to turn the
music on, and when he looked over there,

I made a run for it.

Horrible.

And you said he wanted the money?

And the file.

I thought I was dead, honestly.

But I hit him with the candle holder,
and he fled, jumped in his truck, and

off like the coward he is.

Hey, what kind of truck?

It was black.

Clyde spotted a black truck outside my
house, too.

Damn, so whoever it is knows about both
of us.

We've really got to be careful.

So we know it's not espionage.

That was Richie's cover to keep us from
asking questions.

Agree. I thought it could be my ex,
Will.

Oh, he sounds lovely.

He's maintained an interest.

But he was at an AA meeting.

Now, he is a hothead, but I don't think
he's a killer.

Do you still love him?

No, no, not like that.

He called off our engagement ten hours
before our wedding.

That was, until this, the most painful
stretch of my life.

That's when I met Richie.

My savior.

And then we've got Troy.

I don't know why Troy would want to kill
Richie.

Unless he got mixed up in something with
him?

There could be some motive.

Maybe Troy has my money.

Or he's after Richie's? Right.

Anyone else?

You.

You're joking, right?

Write it down.

You must still suspect me to some
degree, so put me down, too.

am on a hair trigger.

I'm so sorry for what my brother did to
both of you.

And I'm glad you're okay, Chris.

It's so scary.

If you get access to his accounts, will
you let us know immediately?

Since, you know, the marriages weren't
real, we guess they hand over the

accounts to you?

Of course.

Do you know if there's...

Money in them?

We don't know.

Mom's care is really draining us.

Chris here is the only one he didn't
fleece, apparently.

Chris said there was something you
wanted to talk to us about?

Yes. Yes, I got some news about Mom.

She's going to need 24 -hour nursing
care.

Unfortunately, Medicare doesn't cover
all of an aide, so... Oh, Kathy.

I'm so sorry.

I just wanted you to be aware.

Yeah.

Here.

I sent you a little something just to
help hire someone until we can recover

accounts. Thank you.

Thank you so much.

Tell me, what was your favorite thing to
do as a couple?

What made you all tick?

You know, that's really hard to talk
about right now, given... Of course.

I wasn't thinking.

Well, I should hit the road.

It's good to meet you, Jen.

obsessed with this brand you should keep
it

thanks

I hate it when people call me Jen.

Loaded.

I'm headed back to Brandy's. We really
shouldn't be here anyway.

Does the address 602 Burbank mean
anything to you?

Not at all.

Here in Atlanta?

Yeah.

I was going through my bank account.

Absolute horror show.

And I noticed some anomalies, even
before Richie drained the account.

Such as?

Such as a $6 ,000 credit to Saks.

I mean, I stop at Saks, but I don't make
returns.

Customer service said that it was for an
undeliverable order.

It was for that address.

But I don't know who or what is there or
why it couldn't be delivered.

Then we need to go.

Correct.

Daylight would have been better.

Oh, come on.

It's obviously abandoned.

It's at your old house.

What is this?

To Ray Smith.

Open it? Immediately.

Hello. Burner phones.

This is getting more nefarious by the
second.

What do you have?

Something from a storage unit.

Dear valued customers, this letter is to
inform you that beginning on the 1st of

May, your monthly storage fee will
increase from $149 .50 to $152 .50.

he had a storage unit, but where is it?

West Morgan.

Wait.

This looks like it goes to a padlock.

To a storage unit, right?

Brilliant.

Let's meet there as soon as it opens.

Let's do it.

Come on.

Oh, let me try.

Yeah.

Well, how much did that letter say it
was going up to?

I don't know, $152 or something.

Okay, let's see.

It's not going to be any of these. At
that price, it's going to be one of

larger units. Look.

Oh. I should have thought of that.

You're just not used to dealing with
such minuscule sums.

Well, there it is. The money.

And the file.

Bingo.

Excuse me.

Oh, God.

Do you need something?

Midnight Paris Boutique. Hi.

My boss was in there a few days ago.

Will?

Anyways, he bought the Ultimate Serenity
Gift Basket, but he didn't get a

receipt. And because it was a gift for a
client, the accountant's asking for

one. Would it be possible to email me
that receipt?

Sure, I can do that. We've only sold one
of those baskets in the past week.

Great. As long as it has his first and
last name, which it should because he

bought it with a credit card, that would
be sufficient.

Here it is, Will Pearson.

That's the one.

What's your email address?

Oh, I have another call coming in. I'll
call you right back with that.

Thank you.

Pearson.

I know it's not your favorite, but we
gotta do it.

There you go.

Good job.

Oh, cool.

It's yours.

Why didn't you know the unit number?

We're sorry. The renter passed away.
We're just here gathering his

Mm -hmm.

Okay, we need to get out of here right
now.

We should leave. It's taking it to
something even bigger. This is exactly

the guy at our house said. That guy is
calling the cops right now. But we just

told him that this was our husband.

No, no, no, no, no. You don't
understand.

The police are going to be here in five
minutes. If they confiscate this, we'll

never see it again.

I'm taking half.

Let's go.

Call Jennifer.

Did they see us?

Not the cops.

The black truck is behind me.

Okay. Follow me.

He's going to kill us, Jennifer. What
don't you understand about that?

I'm calling 911.

Don't. Follow me.

Call Clyde.

I'm here.

Okay, good.

I'm going to be home in 17 minutes. Get
Becca and Cy inside the house.

You'll be out front.

That woman, Chris, will be with me.

Let her in.

If there is a black truck behind her,
deter it.

What? Hi, Detective.

I got your results on the gloves. Blood
on the outside.

It's consistent with Richard Kapp.

Epithelial DNA on the inside.

Consistent with Christine Holland.

Thank you.

That's the kind of money people kill
for.

What if that truck... What if it's
waiting when I leave?

Stay here tonight.

Clyde runs this place like Fort Knox.

I should just go to the cops.

What's in there?

Ever heard of Holden Way Investments?

Never.

Basically the most incompetent
investment firm ever.

All of these accounts have close to
nothing in them.

Hmm. Sensing a pattern here?

Yeah, Richie was scamming more than us.

Do you ever just feel so stupid?

What? Do you feel so stupid for
believing his lies?

Because I do.

I definitely feel like an idiot, that's
for sure.

It's embarrassing.

No, no, I'm not trying to say you're an
idiot. You're definitely not.

I just think it's stunning how long he
fooled us for.

Yeah, well, I guess we just saw what we
wanted to see, you know?

He had a way of making you feel special.

Loved.

He saw me in a way no one had in a long
time.

Well, there was one thing he couldn't
fool us about.

What's that?

The sex.

It wasn't great.

It wasn't bad.

I mean, I didn't think so.

Well, I mean, your standards must be
low.

I found it so boring, I actually
considered screwing the landscaper at

point. Oh, wow.

That would have been too cliche for me
to live with. And say what you will, I'm

not a cheater.

It is nice, though, having one person
who understands

this very specific situation.

Yeah.

Can you imagine the memorial?

Ugh.

Do you think I'm expected to go? Nah.

I'm not sure I am either.

Even my friend Brandy, I know she just
thinks I'm so blind for not seeing all

that Richie was, but she was right.

I'm sure Brandy's never made a mistake
in her life.

Yeah, well.

So... Holden Way Investments has a
website, but it's basically one big red

There's no physical address, no phone
numbers.

I guess our suspect list just got a
little bit longer.

He took all their money as well.

Okay, thank you.

Same story.

Geraldine, 89, thinks she has millions
invested with Holden Way. She plans to

put 12 grandkids through college.

That's Brandy.

Pure evil. And Geraldine actually has
$500 total.

So, she was talking to Richie? I guess
so. Some young gentleman calling himself

Ray?

This? Invest your base.

Doesn't exactly fit the profile of
murder.

So far, all three I've spoken to are
basically homebound.

The nerve of that man.

The world is a better place without him.

Clyde's brother is taking the night
shifts. We'll have round -the -clock

security. These should fit.

Thanks.

Good night.

Good night.

Hey. Where are you? I've called a
million times. The police came by the

today, and I'm pretty sure they have a
warrant.

I told you.

I met Jennifer's.

Why are you there?

Well, I have to figure out who's trying
to frame me, and clearly I don't have a

lot of time.

It was her, Chris.

Jennifer. I found this old blog of hers.
She goes by a different name, Jenna

Layton. The posts are dark.

They're all about a woman who resents
her husband who's a spy.

She's a writer. That doesn't mean
anything.

You should read some of this stuff.

I mean, she clearly wanted Richie out of
her life.

You trust people way too quickly. You
always have.

It wasn't her.

Richie wrecked her life just like he did
mine.

And it wasn't her guy that came after me
either because that truck was on my

tail again and he chased them off.

But unless it's a show, maybe that's
what they wanted you to see.

Look, I love you and I appreciate
everything you're doing.

But I'm staying here tonight.

Be careful, okay?

I will.

And I'll call you when I can.

Oh, there you are. I was worried you'd
left already.

Worried?

The info you asked me to research.

Nice work, Clyde.

Becca, it's beautiful out this morning.

Would you mind finishing Sky's breakfast
on the patio?

Oh, sure.

Isn't he beautiful?

I had Clyde research who runs the Holden
Way

Investments website.

Look who it's registered to.

T. Patton. As in Troy Patton? So it
makes sense.

Troy and Richie were working together.

Not just to scam us, but all the
investors.

Then the partnership goes up. So Troy
kills Richie. He can't find the stash of

money that he expected.

So it was him and the black truck.

He was looking for what we found in the
storage unit. The money plus the proof

of the scam. Probably kept back by
Richie as leverage.

I gotta tell you something.

I think the police have a warrant for
me.

Clyde, please pull her car around.

Give me your keys.

Did you turn your phone off? Yes.

This Troy thing.

If we could just prove he killed Richie.
I know.

I will go back to his house again.

I'll see if I can get him to implicate
himself in the financial crimes, if not

more.

I'll get it on tape.

Are you sure?

This is dangerous. Troy could be a
killer.

Look, it's no secret that I wanted to
leave Richie.

And honestly, I'm not that broken up
that he's gone.

But I hate injustice.

I know that you didn't kill him.

And I will not sit by and watch you take
a fall for something that you didn't

do.

His name is Will Pearson.

and I'm almost certain they're
romantically involved.

I couldn't find a photo, but he recently
purchased her a gift at Midnight Paris

Boutique downtown.

All right.

Well, I'll track him down.

This is very helpful. Thank you.

If it was her that killed Richie, she
was in my mother's home.

I was in hers.

Wait.

You've been together?

Yeah.

Gives me goosebumps just to think about.

Would you be willing to help us?

I'll do anything to help you find who
murdered my brother.

Do you think you could get her to meet
you someplace?

Someplace where we could be waiting?

The memorial is Monday.

Maybe there.

Yeah, I don't think she's going to make
it to that.

By now she's already turned off her
phone. She knows we're looking for her.

Well, if her phone is off, how can I
contact her?

If she reaches out, set up a meeting,
and then let me know.

You know she's friendly with Jennifer,
the other wife?

That's an unlikely alliance.

I think it's possible they found out
about each other and planned this

Does, uh, does she speak?

Very rarely now.

One word at a time.

Miss Kemp.

Miss Kemp, how are you?

You.

You!

She sometimes repeats the last thing
people say.

Do you know this woman, Miss Kim?

Mom,

it's okay.

It's okay, Mom.

I'm here.

You've got to make it arrest soon.

I don't want her to pass without knowing
who killed her son.

Can you both hear me?

Yes.

If you need me to knock, say, knife.

If you need help, say never.

Got it. And Jennifer, please be safe.

I feel like I'm in one of my novels.

What is he doing?

We have to go.

Now. What's going on?

He's dead.

I guess it wasn't Choi.

Whoever killed Richie wants everyone he
knows dead.

I mean, we don't know that, Chris.

Troy could have been involved in all
kinds of scams with shady people.

Do you think it's a coincidence?

Possibly.

Yes, Clyde?

There's a Detective West here to see
you?

I haven't seen her since yesterday.

Strange, though, right? You two chumming
around like that?

Is it?

Seems pretty natural to me.

I mean, we both fell for the same guy,
both betrayed by the same guy.

Would you know where she's at?

I assume you tried to friend Brandy's
house?

Yeah, we did.

Would you mind if I just looked around
real quick?

Oh, I would be happy for you to. But
unfortunately, I've got to get Skye

I do appreciate your diligence,
Detective.

I totally understand.

This won't take long. Just a very quick
walkthrough.

Clyde, please see him out.

Why the hell did you tell the cops about
me and Chris?

I didn't. They knew about the gift
basket I brought, so that's a lie. I

idea how they know about that.

I didn't tell them anything.

Are you trying to get her arrested so
you can take over the company?

That's insane.

If Chris goes to prison, you'd certainly
benefit, though.

Get off my porch.

You're crazy.

Hey, well, if I find out you're the one
who said something, you better watch

out.

Clothing, food, shampoo.

I don't know what else one takes when
they're going on the run.

Thank you.

Stay. You'll be much safer if you just
stay here.

That detective knows I'm here.

It's only a matter of time before he
comes back looking for me.

You're breaking the law by letting me
stay here.

If you go to jail, what's going to
happen to Skye?

He didn't want her, you know?

I thought...

If I had her, he'd be around here more.

But I was dead wrong.

He was so mad.

No way.

What?

What are you doing?

It's a safe.

We had the same one at our house.

That's how I found you.

Do you know the code?

We don't need a code.

It pops open pretty easy.

Picture it as Richie.

Wait a minute.

That felt amazing.

Do you know this address?

4110 5th Street, in Charlotte.

Not at all.

We're going there now.

Now.

We should pawn these.

Looks like no one's home.

Let's try around the back.

Who the hell is Brittany D 'Angelo?

Look.

Brittany, this is the end. We had a good
run, but I'm following my heart. Do not

interfere. You will regret it. Richie.

Chris. What?

Come here.

Either Richie had bigger issues than we
thought, or Cassie isn't really his

sister. Don't be disgusting.

Cassie, don't move.

That's correct.

Richie's first wife.

The only one.

Look, I had no idea. Neither one of us
did.

That's because our opsec was so good.

Tight as a tambourine.

I have to admit, you guys got further
than I thought you would.

I hoped I'd see you carted off to jail
today.

I had to spoon -feed that stupid
detective, but I thought he'd finally do

Imagine my surprise when instead...

You show up here.

My house.

Please put the gun down.

There's no need for that.

We didn't do anything wrong.

Oh, shut up.

No one cares about you.

Richie didn't even love you.

He called you his ice queen.

Among other things.

You.

You're the one that screwed it up.

Falling in love with his new mark?

What a cliche.

He wanted you to skip town with him.

His version of going clean, if you
consider living off of stolen money

clean. And you wouldn't even let him do
that?

I stood by him for a decade.

I cared for him. I loved him.

And he threatens me with exposure if I
go after him?

Cassie.

Brittany. Look, we're all here because
of the lives of the same man.

All three of us.

Why don't we channel that anger in the
right place?

No.

It's too late for that.

You know too much.

And too many people are involved.

Including Dot.

Richie's mom.

Poor thing.

A youthful prop.

Once I got her pumped full of narcotic.

I needed her for you to believe me.

Feisty old bat woke up at a very
inopportune time.

Ew. But it all worked out. Ew.

And that idiot known as Troy, he
wouldn't have had to die if he'd just

a little bit more stable.

He kept accusing me of having Richie's
stash. That's not what I cared about.

Not at all.

I've got a stash of my own.

Look, Troy was a loser.

Just like Ritchie.

Let us help you.

Jennifer goes back to her life.

You'll never hear from us again. I
swear.

Come on. I'm serious.

Why let that scumbag ruin our lives?

Look, if you kill us, you'll be on the
run too.

Forever.

I didn't even love him.

Okay, Ritchie played a role in my life.

I was still sleeping with my ex.

No. I think you loved him.

And he certainly loved you.

He wouldn't shut up about you.

I let him do the first fake wife.

Knowing the windfall was worth it. Who
cares if he bedded her a few times?

But you.

You were different.

I guarantee you he would have gotten
tired of me.

He was a scoundrel. Why should we ruin
our whole lives over him?

Drop it.

Not a chance.

You had plenty of time to tell us so
that we could all handle this like

But you didn't.

So

she

tells me she hates the name Jen and then
goes and uses Jenna as her pin name.

Jenna fits my author persona better.
She's not exactly me. She's where I get

darkness out.

The book is based on what happened to
us, but it is fiction.

I took some liberties.

Or Jenna did.

Brandy. Have either one of you talked to
Brittany since she's been convicted?

A planted question if I ever heard one.

I want everyone to hear what she told
you.

My friend is alluding to what Brittany
told me when I went to visit her in

prison. I asked her if she regretted it,
and she looked me square in the eye,

and I swear these were her words.

She said my only regret was that I
didn't shoot you also.

A terrifying woman.

But she brought us together, didn't she?
And that's what I've been saying.

I lost a husband, but I gained a friend.

And family.

This guy now has a grandma.

Hey, girl.

This is quite the reception.

Maybe I should write a book.

Thank you so much for coming.

I guess Will's a no -show.

Oh, I asked him not to come.

He's a part of my past, not my future.

And the way he came at you when he
thought you told the cops about him?

Unacceptable. Good.

You really deserve better.

Speaking of better, I made an
appointment at a fertility clinic next

Would you want to come with me to pick
out a sperm donor?

You're going to do it.

For real?

Yes.

You're going to be a terrific mom.

And you're going to be the best auntie.

Cheers to the future.

A better, brighter future.