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I really am a brilliant detective,
aren't I?

One of the greatest.

Miss Marple, Jessica Fletcher, and
Selena St. Cloud. Why are you here,

Because I want to know why you are
ruining me, you commercial hack.

Here we go. And now I have a sidekick
who thinks she's smarter than I am?

She's not smarter than you. I don't need
a partner, Allison.

Unless...

different kind of partner jack allison
why are you here

well i'm here because i have wanted you
since the day i met you and i think

you wanted the exact same thing i don't
know what you're talking about

so then tell me to go i think you should
go

Oh, you're up early.

I've been up all night.

I hope it wasn't because you were
sexting someone I know or gave birth to.

word is sexting. And actually, I was
doing research for our outline, which we

only have four days left to write since
you've completely blown off the first

three. I haven't blown them off. I
needed to buy a new car since my old one

up. Which, you may remember, happened
after the murder at my house.

Which, you might recall, was after Nash
Gilbert was pushed off a balcony.

The point is, none of that has anything
to do with finding a murder for Selena

and Ravenstone.

Ravenstone? Selena's new assistant.

One that keeps her boss grounded in
forensic reality.

I don't remember naming her Ravenstone.
Which is exactly why you and I are

getting out of here for the next four
days. Because if we stay, you're going

end up taking up, like, Mandarin or
something.

And wait until the last second to spit
something out. That's how I do it.

Now we have to figure out how we're
going to do things together.

I've made hotel reservations. You've got
ten minutes to pack.

I'm guessing Paris. Nothing gets my mind
working like a trip to the Musée d

'Orsay. As much as I'd love to use my
French passport, I booked us something a

little more local.

You have a French passport?

Nine minutes to pack.

No, no, no, no, no.

Uh -uh.

In summer camp, I had a terrible
experience with a sack of spider eggs.

going to give you my credit card, and
you're going to find a place with more

stars.

Oh, I already used your credit card.

Look at this place. It's perfect.
There's nothing to do but write.

No!

Hello, ladies. Welcome to Granite Creek
Chalet. You scored our two best cabins.

The ones with running water and
electricity.

You've got your own in -room crapper.
Just be sure to yank the chain hard. But

not too hard.

I had a dime for every time a guy said
that to me.

Hello, the keys are under the mats.

Okay.

Here you go.

I told you it was perfect.

How much lawn does that man have?

Please focus.

I can see Lady Bell Landing.

Oh.

Oh, they've got patio dining and a pool.

Oh.

Right first, spa later. That was our
deal.

Come on. I've shown you, like, over a
dozen homicides for inspiration, and

of them have wowed you?

Because we need a crime that builds the
relationship between Selena and Rhonda.

Raven. That's what I said. We need to
find something that showcases the push

pull between them. A crime where they
don't see eye to eye.

Well, we don't see eye to eye, so that
shouldn't be a problem.

Okay.

The problem is, we don't really know who
Raven is yet.

Okay. Raven is smart.

She's tough.

And she's been through a lot, hasn't
she?

Look, I'm not getting into the stuff
about my mom. That's where you think

is going.

It's compelling, Andy.

Having a mother who not only disappears,
but then erases all trace of her past.

What do you mean by erases all trace of
her past?

Um, nothing. I was just, you know,
building character, like riffing.

It's what fiction writers do. We don't
have to use any of it. Let's just get

back to the murder, so... No, no, no,
no, no, no.

If you know something about my mom, I
want you to spit it out.

Fine. I asked Jack to do a little
digging. You did what?

Not only is there no record of Renee
Walker since she disappeared, there's

no record at all. No birth certificate,
no nothing.

It's like she never existed. I can't
believe you didn't do it on my privacy

this. What privacy?

You post Instagram photos of everything
you eat. You tweeted about your UTI

while you were giving a urine sample.
Your entire life is on social media.

Not this part of my life.

I was just trying to help Andy.

You weren't getting anywhere by
yourself, and it has to be on your mind.

It has to be because you bring that
blanket that she made everywhere you go.

How do you know my mom made that?

First, it's obviously handmade because
the stitches are not even.

And it has a custom tag in the corner.
And second, it's old because the yarn is

starting to fuzz. And third, you just
admitted it.

I never asked you for your help. But you
want to know what happened to her,

don't you? Of course I do.

Then what is the problem? You're the
problem.

Well, I'm the problem. Because you don't
see me.

Oh, because my private life isn't
private thanks to the Internet.

You don't hear me whining about it. Oh,
my God, you don't get it, do you?

This is my cabin.

You go.

I am not going anywhere, and you are not
either.

I need some privacy, I mean it.

Okay, fine, have it your way, but we...

He'll need a murderer in it, and it just
needs the service. Character and

relationship. Yeah, I know. See ya.

Jack?

That's right.

You're staying here until you can find a
place. Exactly. And you're here

because... It's a long story.

Well... I got time.

What a... All right.

Thank you. That's mine.

Thank you. You're welcome.

So my publisher wants a new...

Selena St. Cloud novel, no more true
crime.

So we had to tuck everything and start
over. Oh.

And Andy thinks that I will concentrate
better away from the distractions of my

home. Good plan.

I don't know about that.

Oh, I do. Your life is so filled with
distractions. Honestly, I have no idea

you get anything done.

Sometimes I think it's a part of my
process.

Not thinking about something is the best
way to think about it.

The more I try to not think about
something.

The more I do.

Something like what?

Are you and Andy getting work done?

No. I told her about what you found out
about her mother, and now she's mad at

me because I didn't respect her privacy.

Oh. But she said she had a French
passport, so I thought maybe the mom was

in France.

I'm guessing you didn't check the
international database.

I did not.

But you could.

Mm -hmm.

But see, I'm no psychologist.

But it occurs to me that if Andy wants
you to stay out of it... I'm already on

her shit list.

I got nothing to lose.

She really wants to know what happened
to her mom. And so do you, for some

reason. The question is, why?

I like a good mystery.

That's not why.

Okay, fine.

A shrink would say, she's the daughter I
never had, or my mom never helped me. I

don't know. Could be either.

Or both.

Hey, Dave.

You starting your final walkthrough?

With you here, I don't know why I
bother.

It's like having free arm security.

See ya.

You didn't answer my question.

You must have missed it.

You don't miss anything.

The exact opposite of what you say to me
every time you stumble into one of my

crime scenes.

So are you going to tell me the thing
that you can't stop thinking about?

Oh.

Oh.

Oh, my God.

What the hell is wrong with you? I
didn't do the killer. I just saw the

going around the victim's neck. It's too
strangled to death.

Hope I'm not being too forward.

Where? On your thigh.

What? No, where? Where did you see a
murder?

Lady Bell Landing, third floor up, maybe
second or third window over. Also,

Jack, what are you doing here? I know. I
asked myself the same question. Wait,

how could you see a murder at Lady Bell
Landing from here?

I have binoculars. You're peeping into
people's windows? The point is, there's

guy dead, so we should probably hurry.
Are you sure you didn't just nod off

while you were typing?

I'm not dreaming.

I saw a dark blue bedspread and two
hideous lamps and an anaphalic painting

lighthouse. But most importantly, I saw
a guy getting strangled to death with a

striped tie. Okay, okay. We'll check it
out. But let me handle it. Okay.

Oh, morning.

Yes, what time is it?

Hot breakfast in a few moments. Hot
scones. No, no, it's not yet morning.

sorry to disturb you. I'm Detective Jack
Kerrigan. Oh, dear. Is there something

wrong? We have a report of a violent
incident in one of the upstairs rooms.

Not another raccoon in the laundry
chute.

More like a homicide.

Oh, thank goodness.

Those raccoons are impossible to get rid
of.

All right, well, we need to check it
out. Is that okay?

Oh, certainly.

But you should know, this is more of a
weekend getaway spot.

We do do homicides here.

So are the first time.

Okay, this has got to be the one with
the second window over.

Oh, it's registered to Kim Morrison.

All right.

Ms. Morrison?

Oh. Oh, wow. Is it because I didn't pay
for the minibar snacks?

What? No, it's because of the... No,
it's because of the corpse in your room.

Did you say corpse? Oh, forget my
friend. She's prone to night terrors.

This is the wrong room. It's got to be
the next one over.

Okay. Did you happen to hear or see
anything disturbing this evening?

No. Did something happen? It's got to be
this one.

Is it safe to stay here? Look, we don't
foresee any cause for concern at this

point. Sorry for disturbing you, Ms.
Morrison. Hey, hey. It's this one. I was

off by one window. You can't just go
barging into people's rooms uninvited

that. You can't, but I can. Room 309.

It's empty.

They've not checked in yet.

Great.

This is the room.

Okay, he was standing right there.

Where's the body?

It's got to be here somewhere.

No sign of a struggle.

Nothing in the bathroom?

No.

Okay, okay, the body's gone. But I know
what I saw. Check for DNA. You've got to

find something.

Okay, let's just be logical about this.
The last thing I told you was to come up

with a murder.

So you fell asleep and you dreamt one
up.

And I'm telling you, I saw a murder.

I'll call CSU and tell them we have a
nobody on the site.

If anything happened in this room,
they'll find it.

Did you find anything?

Nothing. You didn't find anything?

No evidence that a murder occurred in
that room or that that room was recently

scrubbed. Nothing.

So you both think I'm crazy?

No, I mean, no.

Look,

it was late at night. Could this be
exhaustion?

No, it wasn't. I was awake. I saw him
die.

You think I'm making this up, don't you?
No, no. I believe you believe it.

But are you taking...

You know, like in the blurb. Like, wiki,
wiki, wiki, wiki.

It's Molly.

And no one knows.

It's not a bad idea if Selina and her
assistant are at odds over a case where

there's no body. But there was a body.
That's the whole point.

Exactly. That's exactly what Raven can
say to Selina. Raven has a lot she can

say to Selina.

Come on.

We're not getting anything done. We've
been at it all morning. We need to do

something different. I'm not learning
Mandarin.

We're going clamming. What? We are going
clamming. What?

Ew, no.

Yes, yes, yes. Please, trust me. I used
to do it as a kid. And when we get back,

I'll fix us a vongole to die for.

Nope, gonna die. You're not gonna shut
up about this until I agree to go, are

you? No.

I got everything you need, huh?

Waiters, buckets.

I even got a laminated tie chart.

Clamming's the reason I bought this
place.

Well, it brings back memories for me. My
grandpa used to eat the clams right out

of the shop. Oh, that's the part I'm
going to miss the most.

Oh, what?

Moving to Florida? No, it's time.

I sold out to a hotel chain. I'm looking
forward to year -round sun,

shuffleboard, no more septic issues.

Have fun, huh?

We will. All right.

And then the water comes

and... Look

at that, baby, huh?

Got to admit that this is a lot better
than arguing.

Stop it! Oh, I'm so sorry. I lost my
balance.

No worries.

I'm a little steady on my feet, too.

It's the time. Yeah.

Hey, are you Allison Chandler? The
author of the Selena St. Cloud novel.

lately. Yes, I am. We're here on a
writer's retreat. We're trying to get an

outline done, as you can probably tell.
Well, I love Selena, so keep up the

great work.

Thank you. Bye.

You should follow her advice.

And you should give this a try.

It's not going to happen.

Try right over here.

Woo! Woo!

Oh, this is so going in the book.

The deceased is George Slate. The truck
and trailer registered to him.

Found his boat washed up about a mile
north and two suitcases in the truck

clothes and toiletries. And this was in
his pocket.

Lady Bell Landing, room 309.

Oh, my God, he was there, just like I
said. Well, how did he end up sleeping

with the clamp?

We don't know. Still working on that.

Hey, how tall was Slate?

Six feet.

Okay, then he didn't drive this car
here. Whoever did was five -five tall.

And you know that because... Well, look,
the seat's pushed all the way forward.

The wheel's tilted down.

It's all wrong for someone six foot.

Okay, so who drove him here and from
where? I don't know who, but it had to

from the hotel.

It's just awful.

I mean, Mr. Flink came here every year.
He loved fishing.

I'm not at all surprised that he stopped
on his way.

But you're sure that he never checked
in?

Yes. How did he end up with a key to
room 309 in his pocket?

Well, he owns the place. He has the keys
to all the rooms.

That room wasn't a particular favorite.

Oh, really? Never mentioned that before.

Well, you didn't ask, did you, dear?

Does anyone else have keys to the room?
Only Mr. Slate.

And myself, of course.

What will happen now that he's gone?

Do you think I'll still have my job?

I really don't know, ma 'am. Would you
put in a good word for me?

With who?

Mr. Slate.

He's dead, ma 'am.

That's right.

So soft.

Excuse me. Hello.

Maybe George Slade actually was here
last night.

Not maybe. He was. I saw him. Hey, I
don't mean to be a busybody, but did you

find the thing you were looking for? The
corpse washed up on the Clamming Beach

this morning.

Oh, no.

Are they going to cancel the flea fest?

The what?

Founders Flea Festival. It's an
antiquing thing that happens every year.

miss it. I'm sorry. I couldn't help
overhearing. And you are?

I'm here for the festival, too. Please
tell me that it's not being canceled.

No worries. It's still on.

So you two are antique hunters, huh?
It's my passion.

For me, it's more like an addiction.

I bet you two were looking for one of
those 1939 Founders Cove roll -top

They're really hard to find.

Guilty as charged.

Holy grail.

I'm sorry, did you say that someone
drowned at the beach today?

No one drowned.

They were murdered.

Oh.

Okay, hear me out. Him with the right
size to have driven George's truck.

on the short side for strangling a man
from behind and tearing a body.

Well, Seth could have strangled him and
then helped her move the body. They

would have had to pass Wilma, but she's
got the keys to everything.

You know, she may be sharper than she
looks on. Who's Seth?

Step back in. It's the guy who overheard
us talking to Kim at the hotel.

Sorry, do you think that Kim and Seth
are in on this together?

Oh, they're together. They're so
together. How do you know that? Body

Kim and Seth were standing fewer than
three feet apart, which is unusual for

people who don't know each other. And
they subconsciously married each other's

sisters, which is a dead giveaway.

Not only that, they're lying about why
they're here.

There is no such thing as the Founders'
Code or all top tasks. The real question

is, what's really going on and why are
they trying so hard to pretend they're

not together? Even if all of that is
true, it does not make them killers.

All I know is that they are hiding
something.

Maybe if you do a little digging.

Are you guys supposed to be working?

Raven sees the murder in Chapter 5.

No. No, no, no, no. I say we don't hold
back.

Let's drop the body in Chapter 1.

You hook an audience that way.

I don't love fiction.

Okay, the problem is, Selina doesn't
know Raven all that well.

How does she know she can trust her? How
does Raven know she can trust Selina?

Selina has more experience.

Raven has new ideas.

Not all of them good ideas.

The lady can't always be the smartest
person in the room. No, but she can.

Her name is on the cover.

Oh, why aren't we getting anything done?

I just typed three pages in the last
five minutes.

It's because you've been holding down
the space bar.

Hey, Dave.

Oh, is he ever going to stop mowing?

It's only been keeping me awake right
now.

Something's got to be wrong.

I'm a good old now.

Why are we both so tired?

It's like we've been drugged. It was a
candy bar.

Something in the air.

We'd smoke gas if the stove was on.

Oh, my gosh.

Candy. The mower.

All the exhaust from the mower.

Carbon monoxide. It's odorless.

Oh, my God.

Open that door.

What's wrong?

It's stuck.

Allie, the window's nailed shut.

I'm so sorry for what happened
yesterday.

I really didn't mean to make you upset.

But you're my... Wait, wait, are you?

Are you apologizing to me right now
because you think I'm going to die? I'm

covering my ass, okay?

I'm sorry, too.

I got really mad at you.

Allie?

Allie!

Sorry,

you were falling asleep.

I wasn't falling asleep.

Okay.

I had a sex room about Jack.

I wasn't falling asleep.

Why are you telling me that?

I just want someone to know in case this
is it.

Not today.

What was that? I don't know.

Everything okay in there?

Somewhere jammed to last.

Well, thanks, man. Yeah, you took a big
risk going back in there, probably.

So, what happened? Someone just tried to
get rid of the only evidence that it

was killed at the hotel.

The eyewitness.

So it looks like someone ran a hose from
the tailpipe of the mower to the vent

under the cabin.

Any prints?

We'll dust the mower and let you know.

This is my fault. I keep that lawnmower
outside. I should have locked it in the

shed. Well, no one's ever tried to steal
it before.

No one's blaming you, Dave.

What did the M .E. say about the light?

What?

What did the medical examiner say about
the light? She confirmed he was

strangled. And he had severe cervical
vertebrae decay.

At the bottom of his suitcase, we found
this.

That's the necktie. That's the murder
weapon.

That's what I thought.

Did you find anything out about Wilma?
Wilma's husband died a few years ago

carbon monoxide poisoning.

That's a coincidence.

Right? One more wrinkle. Slate was not
the sole owner of Lady Bell Landing.

There were two other investors.

So, how's antiquing going?

Kim found a Wallace Nutting hand
-colored photograph today. Not a

I'm undone. I wish I could be more
excited, but I can't help thinking about

happened on the beach.

Any news, detective?

We identified the victim, George Slate.

Who?

Don't pretend that you don't know George
Slate. He owned the hotel, and you two

were his partners.

Silent. partners. Silent partners who
lied about tracking down a roll -top

that doesn't actually exist.

So, what's going on?

It's complicated.

We're both married.

Just not to each other.

This is our annual escape.

This is where we first met and why we
keep coming back.

We bought a stake in the place so we'd
have an excuse every year to come and

check on our investment.

Mostly we did it so we'd always have the
same room, the same time.

No questions asked.

We're romantics at heart.

Look, I'm not proud of what we're doing.

But adultery isn't illegal.

No. But murder sure is.

And divorce costs a lot of dough. So if
George threatened to reveal your dirty

little secret... We didn't murder
anyone.

I feel terrible about George. He was the
sweetest man. So you don't know anyone

that would want to kill him?

God, no.

This may sound crazy, but have you
talked to Wilma?

George said he was going to leave her 25
% of the place when he died. Maybe she

got tired of waiting.

Wilma. I hear congratulations are in
order.

Unlocked. Thanks to George Slate.

You now own 25 % of this inn.

I guess you don't have to worry about
your future anymore.

Well, at my age, dear, that really is
all one worries about.

You can certainly understand that, dear.
Oh, I would, actually, because I was

nearly killed by carbon monoxide
poisoning.

It's the same way your husband died.

Coincidentally, Frank was killed at this
hotel, and his body was somehow moved.

And then somehow his room was cleaned
within 10 minutes.

So, whoever did it must have had a key
to go through.

It's gone.

They're egg rolls.

I'll pass.

Actually, I'll... Come on.

They did it. Kim and Seth, they killed
George Slate.

Again, with some help from Wilma. Okay,
but until I can prove how they killed

George Slate, I can't do anything about
it. So, look, I think you two should

head back to town.

Yeah, there's absolutely no way. No, no,
no, we're not going anywhere.

Absolutely not. Because I knew you would
say no to that.

I've arranged for security.

Great. See ya.

I'll walk you down.

Thanks. Well, actually, you know, we
could meet back at my place, have a

of wine.

Oh.

Just wine.

Yeah. Okay.

Yes. Okay. I need an hour just to write
some notes on

the... carbon monoxide thing, you know,
for the novel and for the deadline.

Okay. Take your time.

Okay. Okay.

Where are you going? Getting some air.

Not alone, you're not.

Any work done?

Some. Uh -huh.

But I'll probably rewrite it all
tomorrow morning.

Right.

There you go.

Thank you. You're welcome.

Okay. We're looking for... Leak
floorboard.

A secret compartment.

Maybe a hidden room. Anywhere Mr. and
Mrs. Death could have hidden a body.

Let's do this right.

I'm not used to a man bringing
protection.

You look very nice tonight.

Thank you. I mean, I just... Yeah.

Yeah?

Yep.

Now what are you looking for? I'm just
checking to see if maybe the ceiling is

little bit hollow so they can hide a
body up here.

Be careful.

So, uh...

Should we talk about the case?

Oh, I'd rather think about it without
talking about it.

What am I looking at?

Look,

there's a patch under this painting
that's a different color than the rest

the wall.

That's because the painting protected it
from getting bleached by the sun. Okay,

sure, but this patch, this... This is
smaller than the actual painting hanging

here.

Look at this nightstand.

It was also reached by the sun, but the
base of this lamp is square, not round.

So there was another lamp there.

I know how they did it.

Look, about what happened the first
time.

What happened the first time? Well, I
mean, it didn't happen.

That could have happened, I think, but
then you spilled the drink. I mean,

I spilled it, but... You spilled it. And
I tried cleaning it off of you and

trying to help you and wipe it off your
pants, and that must have made you feel

really uncomfortable, and I'm just...
Look.

You know what I think?

I know how they did it!

Incoming! Again?

Well, I'm officially out of pants.

They didn't move the body.

What are you...

Talking about. They switched the room.
The reason there was no evidence of the

murder in room 309 is because it didn't
happen there.

Slate was strangled in room 308, just
like Andy said he was. Thank you. Kim's

room. The room we saw first.

What fooled me was that none of the
furnishings matched.

You're saying they swapped everything?

The phallic painting and the lamps and
the bedspread with stuff from room 309?

Slate's body was probably still in Kim's
room when CSU was going through room

309.

Exactly. So after we all left, Kim and
Seth moved George's body, probably in a

laundry cart, down to George's truck,
which Kim drove to the boat launch, and

then they dumped his body in the water.
When they came back to Kim's room, they

scrubbed the place clean to get rid of
the evidence, and Wilma probably helped

them. Yep, exactly.

Case closed.

Go make the arrest.

I can't make the arrest with that, not
in these pants.

Why not?

They're all wet.

No, the arrest.

There's no physical evidence.

Have you not been listening to anything?
We've got more than enough evidence.

Maybe in one of your books.

Not in real life.

We don't even have enough for a search
warrant.

So what happens now, then? Now I'll try
to prove they're guilty in some other

way, but it's not going to happen
overnight.

Or ever, right?

Even though you have an actual
eyewitness?

We need physical evidence, and I need to
change these pants.

Back to my post.

So, you gonna tell me what happened with
Jack? Nothing happened with Jack.

Okay, all right.

Are you kidding me? He had a sex dream
about him.

And now you're having drinks together?

I think that you should go for it. Okay,
it was a glass of wine and you're

crazy. Selina St. Cloud would go for it.
Selina is character in a book.

Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait. Jack said
that Slade had a problem with his neck

even before he got strangled.

One of my ex -husbands had the same
thing.

Cervical vertebrae decay.

Okay. He used to have to travel with
some special pillow.

But Jack said... that there was luggage
with just clothing. So you think that

George left his special pillow in the
hotel room? Maybe this sounds crazy, and

know it's the whole life imitating art
thing, but I wrote something for Selena

that I think that we could use to trap
these two adulterous antiquers.

Great. I'm in.

You don't want to hear it? So you can
criticize it? No.

Time to go rogue, baby.

Well, Ma... Oh, um, can we talk to you
in private?

Oh, certainly.

What kind of pillow do

you use in your hotel?

Down, of course.

No secret there.

550 hills, not a feather less.

You know, my mother used to make a down
pillow.

Ah, from the duck we had. Oh.

I've never slept on something that
I've... Oh.

The thing is, Wilma, we think the two of
your guests murdered George Slate. But

they made a grave error that's going to
put them away for good.

What sort of error?

When they were clearing George's room of
his things, they forgot that he has a

very special neck pillow that he travels
with. And it was in a pillowcase, so

they probably didn't even know it was
there. If you can find it, it's proof

police need to put them away.

Oh, but be careful. And call Jack
Kerrigan at the sheriff's office.

Right away.

Jack. Yes. Sheriff.

Yes. Hello. Yes. Thank you. Thank you.

Yes.

Sheriff. Jack.

Hello.

All of this is to get out of a bad
marriage. Frankly, I don't understand

people even get married anymore.

Oh, I don't know.

Love.

Companionship.

Security. Yeah, you get all of that.
Without entering into a culturally

monogamy that is so inherently
suffocating that people will resort to

break the shackles.

I call bullshit.

I just can't keep their zippers zipped.

I gotta pee.

Put your gun back here!

I'll just be a minute.

What are you gonna use to wipe?

You don't wanna know.

You're supposed to pee before a digout.

Oh, for God's sake!

Here's a gun!

It worked.

The pillow must be in the suitcase.

And they're going to ditch it in the
woods. Will you hurry up?

I'm coming.

Oh, jeez.

Was Wilma with them?

Wilma wasn't in on it.

Lady, this is no time for an argument.

I figured it out when I saw Kim and
Seth.

And then I yelled at you to hurry. Not
falling.

I warned you that something was
happening.

Same way that somebody saw you with the
binoculars and then warned Kim and Seth.

That's why they switched rooms.

Okay, but who would have seen me? Well,
it had to be Dave.

He was doing his security rounds, and he
was on his way to your cabin. He had to

have called them.

The whole carbon monoxide thing, that
was him, too.

Well, why didn't he try to see us?

Because of Jack. He wanted to make sure
he was ruled out as a suspect.

Okay, but that doesn't explain why he'd
want to kill George Slate. Dave was

selling Granite Creek, remember, to some
big hotel chain. My guess is that the

same developer needs both.

Property, the Lady Bell Landing, and the
Granite Creek Cabin to build one big

resort or the deals all. And play wooden
foul, throw up room to the deal for

everyone. Exactly.

Aren't you a couple of smart cookies?

Maybe a little too smart.

Take it easy, okay?

Oh, honey, I don't think you're in any
position to be calling the shots right

now.

Yeah, right?

Yeah. She just saved our life.

Just a quiet trip to get some writing
done.

Life's all about the detours.

You were right.

Pillows in the suitcase.

Yeah.

Hi, just seeing how you two are doing.

We're still breathing, thanks to you.

This is Melissa Grant.

Melissa's a park ranger. Yeah, we met
clamming. Right.

Yeah, I was heading into town after
putting some tracking collars on some

mountain lion cubs. But when I saw that
dude playing a gun at you, I just hit

the gas without even thinking. Oh, I'm
glad you did.

Yeah. Well, you might see me around. I'm
going to be staying in the cove until I

finish with my project.

So, take care.

Bye. See ya. Thanks, Melissa.

Speaking of projects.

I have a little more information about
your mother.

And I completely understand if you think
it's none of my business.

I live in Founders Cove, so my life is
everyone's business.

Okay. When I was working on trying to
find your mother last week, I was not

researching international databases.

Allie has the hunch that maybe your
mother was French. You have a French

passport. It's a good guess. My mom was
born in North Day. There you go.

Well, French citizens are fingerprinted
when they're kids for their national

identity card.

But your mother had not been wiped from
that system, so I ran into APHIS.

I got a hit.

Is he still alive?

I said three years ago, yes.

Vernie Chantal Walker was in a
Montpelier, Vermont donut shop that

Do you know that for sure?

Actually, yes.

CSU had dusted that shop for prints
after an armed robbery. Your mother was

there at the time, but her prints were
on the front counter. A lack of

degradation indicates that it was
recent.

That's Derek Donuts. It's right across
from Chester College, where I went to

school.

Three years ago, I graduated in June.

My mom was there.