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So you haven't heard about Tokyo?

Chelsea and Kat backed out.

Apparently, the designer they were partnering with

is implicated in a sweatshop scandal.

I was with Sammy yesterday when I told you I was at the dentist.

As long as that was the last lie you ever tell me.

My heart is full of guilt.

I will never really know what happened that night.

You offed Doug so that you could have his wife.

Bill, I-I thought you were...

Thought I was what?

Thought you might've drifted off to sleep.

I ran into Miss Leslie.

She's holding the rights to Barbara's voice hostage.

"Two-thirds of the Articulettes were back in the spotlight

"over the weekend to close out a packed night

at D.C. JazzFest."

-Packed, huh? -Now, that's my favorite part.

"Sharon Winger and Tracy Tyler

"performed sultry R&B ballads

"and the fan-favorite classics that first put them on the map.

"Their set proved why the Articulettes

"have maintained their enduring popularity

while reaching a whole new generation of fans."

All right, now.

Get to the "however."

"The only thing missing from the unforgettable evening

"was Anita Williams

and her timeless voice."

I am so proud of the two of you. I mean, y'all did that.

Thanks to you.

We're glad you and Vernon were able to come out

and see the show.

Just hope you're gonna be back on stage with us soon.

Uh, when you're better, of course.

Well, my darling husband is gonna make sure of that.

He has appointed himself my own personal vocal coach.

-Oh, Lord. -He has gone down a whole

Internet rabbit hole on healing the voice after chemo.

Sixty-four ounces of water a day, humidifiers.

He's even got me humming scales.

But know this.

As much as I love my husband and our family,

singing with the two of you has always

brought me the greatest joy.

[phone chimes]

I know that look.

Vernon struck out with Barbara's daughter already?

No, no, that's not it. It's the...

hospital board group chat.

We've been in crisis ever since

Garland's chief of staff died by suicide.

Just like Barbara.

Well, if it isn't Detective "No Days Off."

Is that a yawn I see or a cry for help?

Someone didn't get much sleep last night, huh?

You know, you'd think I'd be used to it by now,

but this whole Lia Whitmore situation

keeps running laps in my head.

-You too? -Yeah.

You know, I thought the hospital had finally

crawled its way out from under this whole Red Market scandal,

and then the former chief of staff dies in prison?

But her death was ruled a suicide, right?

So technically, your job is done.

Yeah, but something just doesn't sit right with me.

You think there's more to it?

I don't know.

But I keep coming back to the same questions.

Why her and why now?

? ?

Hey there.

-Oh. -This is hospital property.

I am so sorry, Auntie.

I do not know where my head is at this morning.

I'm guessing somewhere between the country club

and your brothers getting ready to put Ted

through the Spanish Inquisition.

Oh, well, if I know Cedric and Lamont,

that inquisition would feel like a family cookout

with the Electric Slide compared to what they have planned.

Yeah.

Welcome in, gentlemen. Welcome to Fairmont Crest.

Well, damn. Look at this joint.

Swanky.

Yeah. Well, it-it better be.

I didn't drive 90 minutes in morning traffic

to be standing around some damn watering hole.

Hell, I still don't get why he couldn't come to us.

-He offered. -He fronting.

You really think he'd miss a chance to flex on us like this?

-Shanice said the man had taste. -Oh, please.

I tell you one thing,

if Doc Richardson thinks that we gonna take it easy on him

just because he can afford some fancy-ass country club,

he better think again.

-WAITER: Here you go. -LESLIE: Thank you.

-WAITER: Enjoy. -What's this?

I took the liberty of ordering before you arrived.

Rather presumptuous, don't you think?

Oh, don't be like that, Vern.

I know that Anita and the Articulettes

sent you over here to twist my arm,

but I figured that,

hey, let's start the morning off right.

Mmm.

Hats off to whoever created this cute concoction.

I believe that would be a French bartender named

Fernand Petiot.

Ooh. Monsieur Senator.

I love the accent,

and I see why they call it the language of love.

-Let's get down to business, Leslie. -Mm-hmm.

You and I need to come to terms

on the rights to Barbara's vocals.

Babe, the club is perfect. It's familiar territory,

and I'll be in my element.

And plus, after our meal with your brothers,

I can impress them with my basketball skills. Huh?

-VERNON: Leslie? -Hm?

Are you expecting someone?

Oh, don't be ridiculous, Senator.

You have my undivided attention.

Maybe it's not that complicated. I mean, maybe life in prison

just finally broke Lia.

She helped run a Red Market plasma ring without blinking.

That doesn't sound like someone who suddenly

loses the will to live.

Unless something scared her.

I mean, maybe she was so terrified

by the Impaler she just gave up hope.

Or what if Dr. Whitmore knew something

and she didn't think that she'd live long enough to tell anyone?

Do you think Grayson's in trouble?

-Ashley... -Because if she did, if she thought that

somebody could get to her inside a jail cell,

-I mean, nobody's safe. -Hey, don't go there.

I didn't mean to spook you.

I love him, Jacob.

I didn't realize things had gotten

that serious between you two.

Yeah, it kind of snuck up on me, too.

Not that I forgot about Derek.

You don't have to explain to me.

Derek would want you to be happy.

Yeah, I think he would, too.

Look.

What the Impaler did to Derek, I haven't forgotten about.

And I won't stop until he pays for what he did.

And then everybody else we care about, including Grayson,

will be able to breathe easier. You have my word.

Thanks, Jacob.

Ooh, I got to go before Shanice sends out a search party for me.

Well, good thing a cop is already here.

-Hi. -Hi, bestie.

Are you leaving?

Jacob already tried to get me to stay, but I can't.

-I'll call you tonight. -You better.

Sorry I'm late.

I had a phone call with June's friend

about the, uh, rent-stabilized building lawsuit.

It's fine. It gave me time to talk Ashley down.

Oh, yeah.

Lia's death reopening a lot of wounds.

For all of us.

You know, I'm glad we talked last night.

Me too. And I know I should've

come to you first instead of your dad.

It's cool. You were worried. I get it.

You sure?

'Cause it doesn't look like you've gotten much sleep.

That was, uh, that was about something else.

Is something important happening today?

After I check in with Pops at the station,

I'm heading to the brownstone.

Martin's? What are you doing over there?

I have to question Smitty.

For the last time, Mom, you don't have to bring anything.

It's just pizza and sodas.

Tyrell didn't want a big production.

Not true. Not all grandmas spoil their grandchildren.

I'm gonna pretend I didn't hear that.

Okay. See you soon. Love you.

Aw, the family photo album. Someone's feeling nostalgic.

Can you blame me? Our little boy leaves for college tomorrow.

Our boy has not been little in a long time.

He's... had sex,

had his heart broken, and somehow managed to survive

living under the same roof as a congressman.

-Thank you for that. -I'm kidding, sort of.

My point is, Tyrell is more ready

than we give him credit for.

And just to be on the safe side,

I spoke to his dorm mate's parents early this morning.

I'm surprised you haven't done the background check already.

-That, too. -And the verdict?

Nothing to be alarmed at yet.

Tyrell spoke to them, too.

I'll let him bring everyone up to speed at dinner.

Everyone as in?

Small and simple, the way Tyrell wants it.

That way everyone can say their goodbyes

without him feeling overwhelmed.

Did I say something wrong?

I'm just thinking about someone who's gone.

Someone who didn't have a chance to say her goodbyes.

Lia Whitmore? The doctor that died in jail?

They're saying it was a suicide.

I heard somebody chatting about it yesterday.

Unbeknownst to us, the board, and everyone who worked

right beside her, Dr. Whitmore was leading a double life.

Chief of staff by day,

feeding an illicit blood plasma ring by night.

Now, we-we knew she had to answer for that,

-but not like this. -How awful.

Well, this doctor made some unfortunate choices.

Barbara didn't have the same luxuries, though.

Well, you know that.

Of course I do.

Barbara was an innocent.

Railroaded by a powerful man with no conscience.

The two stories are different, but they both met the same end.

I think about Barbara all the time.

Same.

Some old Motown song will come on the radio and

something we used to love, and I could picture her

sitting right next to me,

like not one day had passed.

She had the most ridiculous laugh.

Like nobody else.

That cackle.

You could hear it in another room.

Another floor.

I used to tell her she sounded like she was auditioning

-for a sitcom. -And she would say,

"I will not apologize for having a good time."

But she was right.

Barbara knew how to enjoy herself.

From the second she stepped into any room.

She deserved much more than what she got from life. From us.

We were young, Anita.

Still old enough to know better.

Which is exactly why this project matters.

Dante Green stripped Barbara

from every track we recorded together.

Erased her like she was a footnote.

TRACY: Now, we may not be able to bring her back,

but we can at least restore

-what was taken from her. -Yeah.

-Her voice. -Her legacy.

Her rightful place as an Articulette.

And we can see to it that the world

finally falls in love and hears Barbara Mitchell.

Have her be remembered for the joy she brought,

instead of just how she left.

Yeah.

Listen, I want this as much as the two of you.

Trust me.

But giving Leslie Thomas a producer credit

on an Articulette album? Uh-uh. That's a nonstarter.

Well, let's hope Vernon can work his magic.

If Vernon could wrangle Congress like he did back in the day,

then this Leslie, as unhinged as she sounds,

should be a piece of cake.

I know why Anita was so smitten with you.

That civil rights march.

The two of you locking eyes across a crowd of thousands.

Oh, yeah, I read about it

in that Right On! magazine retrospective.

"The Senator and the Superstar."

Right On! Now, that takes me back.

You were and are the whole package.

Rich, handsome, multilingual.

If my memory serves, you do speak two languages, right?

-Six, actually. -Oh, six.

[speaks Brazilian Portuguese]

Oh. Okay.

And what does that mean?

That's Brazilian Portuguese for, "I don't have all day."

Now, Anita and her fellow Articulettes

are trying to do something meaningful

for your mother to honor her.

Oh, is, uh, that what they're calling it now?

Uh, what would you call it?

Try "absolving their sins."

-Now, Leslie. -No, no. Mm-mmm, Senator.

You look, all right?

There ain't enough remixes on the Billboard charts to undo

what your wife and her soul sisters did to my mother.

Question Smitty? About what?

Dr. Lia Whitmore's death.

A purported suicide in a jail cell?

What would Smitty know about that?

I just found out he went to Lia a second time

without saying a word to me.

Naomi, he was her last visitor.

-You're not suggesting... -Of course not.

But I can't just skip steps because he's family.

If he's got nothing to hide, he'll be fine.

You know, that's what they said to my client,

Montell Henshaw.

Ten hours later, his face was everywhere on the evening news.

You're assuming the worst.

-I'm thinking like an attorney. -And I'm a cop.

I can't just show favoritism, even to those I care about.

I've got to go.

Look, everything will be all right, okay? Don't worry.

-Bye. -Bye.

Damn.

Hey.

I am so sorry that took so long. I ran into Jacob.

Oh, doesn't matter. I'm too nervous to eat anyway.

Shanice, I am sure that Ted and your brothers

are gonna get along just fine.

Oh, you don't know Cedric and Lamont like I do.

Okay, but I know you.

And if those two men had anything resembling good sense

growing up, they learned it from the same place you did.

Which means, somewhere beneath

all of that overprotective big brother energy,

are reasonable human beings.

-They are going to love... -Ted.

What are you still doing here? Why haven't you left yet?

Uh...

May I refresh your glass?

I mean, at this rate, he might as well leave the whole bottle.

Very well.

I was just joking.

Don't block your blessing. Take the win.

You know, this dude really knows

how to make a bad first impression.

Maybe a medical emergency came up.

He's a plastic surgeon. What kind of emergency?

Someone's exploding BBL?

You believe you have a right to your grievance against my wife?

Anita and those women

are the reason why I don't even know my own mother.

They all feel terrible about what happened,

-but they didn't cause... -Tread lightly, Vernon.

I'm not being dismissive,

but your mother was clearly fighting battles

that went far deeper than just being

pushed out of a musical group.

I thought your daughter was the shrink in the family.

And are you actually blaming my mother for how her life ended?

Again, I am not. No one deserves that kind of pain.

Including me.

I don't deserve to be exposed to more pain.

By re-recording those songs?

Restoring Barbara's vocals?

You don't understand.

I don't.

Anita and her groupmates

want to get your mother's voice

back out there in the world, where it belongs.

Why would you stand in the way of that?

I am not standing in the way, Vernon. I gave my terms.

Terms that you know Anita would never agree to.

That's because your wife is an uptight control freak.

I'd be very careful about what comes out of your mouth next.

Well, you know, Vern, I've actually

enjoyed this little chat.

Okay? But those are my terms.

And if they want to use Barbara's vocals,

then they will make me producer,

point blank, period.

Unbelievable.

Gentlemen. Dr. Ted Richardson sends his deepest,

sincerest regrets about the delay,

but he should be here shortly, okay?

Wow. Can you believe this guy?

At least he called.

I couldn't help but overhear that you're meeting

with Ted Richardson.

You know him?

Better than most.

What's all this?

Chamomile tea?

Gran swears by it.

Says when your mind won't slow down,

it helps your body to remember to breathe.

And you've been holding your breath

ever since Lia Whitmore's death.

I am fine, Martin.

-Seriously. -Good.

This'll make it even better. Drink.

Look, you have to stop blaming yourself.

There's nothing you could've possibly have done

to cause that woman's death.

I... should've been paying more attention

to the warning signs, Martin.

I'm supposed to be good at reading people, and

she was drowning right in front of me.

-What does that say about me? -[knock on door]

-I'll get it. -Uh, no, you sit and drink up.

And while you do, just promise me

you'll take some time for yourself.

-Hey. -Is Smitty home?

Naomi. This is a nice surprise.

You might take that back once you realize why I'm here.

A patient took a right while we were closing,

so I got held up in surgery.

Thankfully we got him stabilized.

Oh, at least that's some good news.

Look, I had an intern call the club and give your brothers

a heads-up that I'm gonna be running late.

Trust me, I got this.

Was that Ted leaving just now?

-Unfortunately. -Oh...

that is not going to go over well.

Uh, what's the big crisis? So, Ted's a little late.

I'm sure he had a legitimate reason.

No, you don't understand.

My brothers are sticklers for being on time.

Their dad preached that the measure of a man

is how you treat other people.

And that includes not making them wait.

If Ted's tardiness makes my nephews feel disrespected,

he'll never stand a chance.

How exactly do you know our sister's boyfriend?

Ted and I share a child.

So you're the ex-wife?

Nicole? Ugh. God, no.

Do I really look like a frigid zombie to you?

Ted and I had an affair.

Is that so?

LESLIE: Yeah. Oh, don't judge him too harshly.

He and his wife were going through a rough patch.

All those miscarriages.

Sometimes pressure makes people look for comfort in...

other ways.

So, his wife was losing babies

and he was building a new family with you?

Scandalous, right?

So that's the story you're selling?

Oh, honey, it's not a story.

CEDRIC: Me and my brother have been around the block,

so we're familiar with jealous women with an axe to grind.

And the lies they would tell just to sabotage

someone else's relationship.

Well, that is not this.

Okay? I'm not doing that.

LAMONT: Listen, our sister-

she's a real one.

Which means if Ted Richardson

is the kind of guy that you're describing,

she would've never gave him the time of day.

You had anything else to say?

Well, we get the green light?

Still stuck on red, I'm afraid.

I swear, that woman wakes up every morning looking for ways

to hold something over our family's head.

Well, it's not just about your family, Anita.

-This hurts all of us. -You don't think I know that?

You think I enjoy having to get down in the muck

and the mire and spar with that woman?

-Nobody's saying that. -Well, I'll tell you what I'm saying.

Swallow your pride, Anita, and give Leslie

the damn producer credit.

After everything she's done?

Enough is enough, Anita.

Sharon, you must've lost your mind, too,

just like Leslie Thomas.

So, Jacob's coming over to get a statement. So what?

I thought you already told him everything.

I did, which wasn't much.

-He says it's just a formality. -That's what it sounds like.

But, Smitty, you were the last visitor

Lia had before she took her own life.

Right. So, better safe than sorry.

[knock on door]

That's probably him. I got it.

Be Smitty's advocate.

I'm sorry, but did your law degree go missing?

It's more like it's collecting dust.

-I'm out of practice. -No time like the present.

Naomi? What are you doing here?

Mr. Smith has the right to have his attorney present

during questioning.

My attorney?

-Martin? -Just go with it.

Mr. Smith?

Babe, what's going on?

There's no babe here, Detective.

Just Miss Hamilton Hawthorne, attorney-at-law.

Now, what would you like to ask my client?

Anita, we realize Leslie has done some bad things.

Some?

All right, a lot of bad things.

You don't know the half.

We had a moment at the hospital, when Eva and Kat-

when their lives were hanging in the balance,

but I haven't forgotten.

That woman ran Nicole's assistant off the road

with her motorcycle.

She tried to kill Laura not once, but twice.

VERNON: And that's just the appetizer.

She spent months orchestrating a scheme to

blow up Nicole's marriage and humiliate us.

ANITA: And we're still dealing with the aftermath to this day.

So, before anybody gets on their high horse

and starts preaching about forgiveness,

let's not forget who we're dealing with.

Well-well, I know who I'm dealing with right now,

and that's you, Anita.

And I'll tell you what I remember.

The hurt that followed Barbara every single day,

all the way to her grave.

TRACY: Leslie might be a nightmare,

but we helped make her that way.

So, before you say one more word about what Leslie Thomas

doesn't deserve,

ask yourself what Barbara, our sister, does.

Sweetheart, where are you going?

I'm going to put an end to this. My way.

-Hey, are my guests here? -Yes, Dr. Richardson.

-Right this way. -Ted, there you are. Perfect timing.

Uh, not for me. Sorry, Dana,

but I'm late for something important.

Not more important than your daughter, I hope?

Our grown daughter?

Thanks to me.

All those decades, all those years

of sweat equity that I put into raising your seed,

and you can't even find a minute.

Okay, f-fine, Dana. What is it?

LESLIE: Oh, that's my Teddy Bear.

Yes, I will keep an eye on Eva, as I have been doing.

You didn't have to stop me for this. I know already.

Well, you know me. I always go the extra mile to make sure

that things are handled properly. Have fun.

Fellas. Sorry I'm late. Surgery ran way over.

Oh, I'm glad to see you guys got started without me.

How about I get us another round?

Anybody tell your ass to sit down?

I'm sorry. What now?

You heard what my brother said.

You're not welcome here.

Now what you got to say about that?

Is this really necessary?

I'm just documenting the interview.

I'll give you a copy of the recording afterwards

if it'll make you feel better.

The whole thing is ridiculous. Smitty already told you

about his last visit with Lia Whitmore.

-What more do you want? -It's okay.

I'm an open book. Let's do this.

Okay.

For the record, this is Detective Jacob Hawthorne

conducting an interview with Bradley "Smitty" Smith.

Also, let the record reflect,

my client is appearing voluntarily

and fully cooperating.

Noted.

Mr. Smith, When I asked you to come down to the station

last week to notify you of Dr. Lia Whitmore's death,

you told me that you visited her the day before.

Correct.

And this is your second jail visit with the decedent?

Yes.

Can you state why you went to visit her on both occasions?

I'm a reporter. I'm an investigative journalist,

and I was doing a series on the Red Market plasma ring

with which the doctor was involved.

Hmm.

And you asked me to assist you with arranging the first visit.

I did.

But you failed to notify me of the second visit

until after I told you of Whitmore's death. Why?

-You don't have to answer that. -Naomi.

Miss Hamilton-Hawthorne.

Right, Because suddenly we're no longer married.

Your name's still in there, but I'd really appreciate

keeping our personal relationship out of this.

Yeah, well, it's too late for that.

Guys, it's fine.

I don't mind answering the question.

Like I said at the station,

I didn't tell you because nothing came of it.

Meaning the decedent failed to give you

any useful information for your reporting.

Oh, seriously?

I don't care for your tone, Detective.

And I'm not too crazy about yours either, Counselor.

During our conversation at the station,

you mentioned that Lia felt agitated or, uh,

desperate. How so?

My client is a journalist, not a behavioral expert.

-Moving on. -Thank you.

JACOB: You also mentioned that Lia tried to extract info from you,

something that she could use to cut a deal for herself.

NAOMI: Again, my client was speculating.

Not then, now, or ever

has Mr. Smith had any personal knowledge

of Lia Whitmore's very troubled state of mind.

Jacob, I'm confused.

Earlier, you said that my article helped

bring down that operation in San Francisco. You thanked me.

It did, and we appreciate that.

You told me to trust my instincts, to keep digging,

so that's what I did. Did something change?

I'm the one asking the questions here.

Uh, Jacob, just answer me this, then.

The questions you're asking me-

those are the questions you ask a suspect.

Is Lia's death now a murder investigation?

Okay, I think that's enough for one day.

For the first time since I got here, we agree.

Look, Smitty, I know that wasn't easy.

You think? You came into our house

and treated my husband like he was already guilty.

When someone dies in custody, no stone gets left unturned.

I get that. But be straight with me, Jacob.

Do you really think the Impaler killed Lia

and made it look like a suicide?

All I can say is this investigation is still ongoing.

See you at home, Counselor?

-I'll see you at home. -Yeah.

-Still nothing? -Nope.

Hey, maybe that's a good sign.

You know, maybe they could be enjoying themselves.

Or maybe not.

Look, fellas, uh, I know I'm late, and I apologize for that,

but there's no reason for us to get off on the wrong foot.

Oh, Doc, we're well past that.

You know that woman over there?

I do.

And whatever story you're gonna repeat

that she fed you, please understand that

that woman is obsessed with me.

She's a pathological liar and quite possibly a sociopath.

So when she said you got her pregnant, that was a lie?

-No, but there's more to it... -And when she said that

you gave her money to make it all go away-

let me guess, that was the obsession talking?

It's more complicated than that.

It always is.

Look, I understand why you're protective of your sister,

and you should be, but Shanice knows my past.

-All of it? -Yes.

And even after all that, she still chose me.

So, whether you like it or not,

the three of us are gonna have to find a way to coexist.

You hear that, Cedric?

Now the deadbeat doctor is giving us instructions.

-Deadbeat? -I've seen enough of this clown.

-You ready? -Yeah.

Well, seems like my work here is done.

-Anita. -You seriously don't know when to stop, do you?

-Ted, is everything okay? -Ask her.

-I can explain. -Ah, ah, ah.

I don't want to know.

Besides, we have other matters to discuss.

If this is another attempt for you to guilt me

into letting you use my mother's vocals, then save your breath.

-Because that husband of yours, already. .. -I agree to your terms, Leslie.

Y-You do?

Yes. But now

you have to agree to mine.

Okay.

Your brothers have major beef with me.

Oh, I know. Lamont already texted me a whole dissertation,

followed by a slew of angry emojis.

Mm. Dana sabotaged the meeting before I even got there.

And remind me again of what I said was gonna happen.

You said it might get a little awkward.

No, I said my brothers were going to

drag you through the dirt.

But no, you had to be cocky.

I prefer optimistic. Doesn't matter.

I'm still gonna win them over. Just might take a little time.

All right. I'll be praying for you.

Mm. You can joke all you want.

I won't back down.

Good. I wouldn't expect anything less.

Mm.

How do you think it's going over there?

With Anita and Leslie?

Honestly can't say.

I suspect that if the refined,

elegant Anita Dupree shows up to talk some sense

into Barbara's daughter, it's going very well.

And if Anita Williams from Cabrini-Green shows up?

Then heaven help us all.

TRACY: Right.

What exactly are these terms?

During the recording session, you will keep your mouth shut.

You will not speak unless someone asks your opinion,

which they won't.

-They might. -They won't.

Do not mistake a producer credit for leverage or power.

You are entitled to exactly one thing

and one thing only: to sit in a chair and be quiet.

Well, when you put it that way...

-I guess we have a deal. -Do not...

-Is there something else? -Yes, actually, there is.

You have led quite the charmed life

since you showed up here in Fairmont Crest.

You succeeded in destroying my daughter's marriage,

got Ted to claim Eva, inherited the trust

I set up for Barbara's heirs.

-Okay, we don't have to rehash... -I'm speaking.

From the outside looking in, someone might think,

"Wow, that Leslie Thomas stays winning."

I am simply making the best of the opportunities

that life puts in front of me.

Well, allow me to offer one more piece of life guidance.

It's from one of my favorite scriptures.

"What you sow, that shall you also reap."

Thank you for doing that.

I know first-hand how going up against your husband

can make things... well, complicated.

Yeah. Well, you're family.

And you practically begged me.

Martin, you should call Shonda.

If your opponent finds out that I was grilled by the police...

Politics can wait.

You're my only concern right now.

I'm just trying to understand what Jacob thinks he's doing,

turning this tragedy of this woman's death

into a conspiracy,

and putting you, of all people, through the ringer.

Okay, he was just doing his job.

Like when he arrested Aunt Dani?

It seems someone's forgotten where their loyalties lie.

If Jacob hadn't interviewed Smitty,

it could look like the police were giving special treatment

to the spouse of a sitting congressman.

A congressman who belongs to one of the most powerful families

in the country.

Naomi's right. Whether we like it or not,

apparently, I was the last person from the outside world

to see Lia while she was still alive.

So whatever happens now, I am part of this investigation.

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