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You want proof your business partner's embezzling? You offer to drop off the

bank deposit next week.

There is no if your husband is cheating on you.

Couch potato starts hitting the gym pouring on the Rogaine?

There's somebody new.

My money's on your neighbor.

Nobody that serious about mulching asks for help in full Kardashian contouring.

The only way to get the truth out of a pathological liar is to catch them off

guard. You need to confront your sister at your Nana's funeral.

R.I.P. Nana.

Right.

That's it for story time.

Next week, baby Beluga.

Sorry. Old habits.

I used to be a P.I.

So you've mentioned.

Of course her husband is cheating on her.

It's so obvious to Mommy.

Mommy keeps acting like a P.I.

She's gonna get us kicked out of another playgroup.

Declan's with me on this one, okay? He knows.

Don't you, buddy?

You ready for some? Grab my little flapjack. I'm craving fish and chips.

What are you thinking?

Barbs, fresh halibut, homemade burger sauce.

Come on.

You are a true West Coast local.

Yep, only took two years.

And that's why I dedicated this book to my dad.

He's the one who taught me how to live by the code.

Very powerful.

Before we let you go, can we expect a follow-up book?

Just as soon as I go pro in another sport, I promise it won't be pickleball.

And we're out of time.

Last question for the one and only Matt the Shadow Shade.

Uh, you?

I skipped computer science class to hear you talking about P.I.ing. Miss, I don't

think it's appropriate. Please, I taught myself Haskell coding at eight.

This is all hockey. Why did you write about the least interesting part of your

life? I only did a little P.I.ing because of someone I met a long time

ago.

I'm focused on this new chapter in my life now.

Home!

Mommy pushed it just a little bit, didn't she?

Probably shouldn't have stopped for coffee, but someone's not sleeping

through the night.

Here, give me your hand. You hear your daddy in there? Hey, babe, can you crank

up that bottle warmer?

Daddy's on it.

Bottle coming in hot. By hot, I mean lukewarm and tested on my wrist. Our

hero. Hi, buddy.

Hey. Will and I went for lunch, then we stopped by Fantastico. You stopped for

an Americana before nap time?

It's amateur hour, Everett. Yours is in the stroller.

My hero.

Where did you find it? I looked everywhere.

It was on the changing table. Apparently not everywhere.

Guess my ruse as a lonely widow looking for love ends today.

Did you have to go full femme fatale and kill me in your fantasy?

I'm having a completely different fantasy right now. Oh, really?

Mm-hmm.

Am I in it? Mm-hmm.

What am I doing?

Will, we told you to knock.

Family should never have to knock.

Well, you're only half family.

Genetic technicality.

Hey, I need your signature in these.

Got some buyers lined up. You're selling autographed copies of my memoir?

Your tone suggests displeasure. You are just the wedding gift that keeps on

giving. I owe Uncle Dave everything for hooking you up on that ancestry site.

I mean, it led me to you. You can't tell me you prefer an air fryer. Air fryer,

dust buster, dust.

You ever think about getting a real job?

I'm a legit jack-of-all-trades. House-sitting is not a trade. You're the

ones who are unemployed.

I just wrote a book.

That baby's so good, he's raising himself.

You know what you two need? Privacy from half family? A deadbolt?

Date night.

We're not gonna get in anywhere without a reservation.

I mean, I could play the celebrity card.

Did that used to work?

The universe provides.

Hugh with the Empress just revamped their menu.

Mater D owes me. I rescued her when her kayak capsized off Chatham Island.

Go. Leave the little flapjack with me.

Hasn't been a while since we had someone cook for us. True. Go, get changed.

Uncle Will's got this.

Hey, sign some of those copies on your way out.

Nope. You leave me no choice but to forge.

Good evening.

Here for the private function for Mr. Moore, guest of the restaurant.

Restaurant. Matt Shade.

You must be Angie. Wow, you look nothing like your brother.

I still wonder who he paid off for those DNA results.

We've got a nice table for you. Great.

That's Priya.

She owns that baby boutique that I love. Maybe now is not the time to say hello.

Thanks. Yeah.

You know, I totally forgot to show you the cutest pic of Dex. Oh, look at him.

He came this close to high-fiving me this morning. No way.

We were right there.

Hold on.

Have we become those parents that can only talk about their kid?

Oh, my God.

We have to do better. Yeah.

Care to make it interesting? Of course. No Dex talk until after dinner. Loser

has... Night feed for a week.

Cute shoes. I love those.

Angie!

Mom! How are you? I'm so good. It's our first night out since the baby. Oh,

nice. I'm so full, but I'm still going to have dessert.

Yes, but how is Dex, the cutest baby ever?

I know, parents aren't supposed to agree, but he's perfect.

Will's babysitting for us tonight. He's so lucky you decided to stay here after

his rafting accident. You know, I try not to let him forget that.

Hmm.

I know, a coral reef is so not my color, but my boyfriend Ben bought it for me.

Yeah, he tried.

Listen, I saw you two together, and I almost got pregnant just watching you.

He's actually taking me to Provence next month. Lavender season.

I really feel like he's the one. I'm so happy for you.

Oh, I wonder if Dex is still going to be here.

You said Dex. You lost the bet. No. The bet was no Dex talk until after dinner.

Dinner ends at dessert.

Please. You just can't stand to lose.

That's right.

Well,

so

much for date night.

watch you blowing the lines when you're making a scene oh boy you've got to know

what my head overlooks the senses will show to my heart

when it's watching for lies cause you can't escape my eyes

they're watching you

they're watching you watching you watching you watching you

Just talking to her.

Sorry, Anne.

This is Violet Hsiao, Major Crimes. I'm investigating the murder of Ben Moore.

Can I get your names? Matt Shade.

Angie Everett.

I know Priya. She didn't do this. And if you're still interviewing guests, you

should start... Were you at the victim's surprise birthday party?

No, we were in the restaurant on a date. We didn't know the Vic.

The Vic?

We used to be private investigators.

Ah.

I'll be in touch if I have any further questions.

You're free to go.

Doesn't make any sense.

She loved him.

Well, it might have been a crime of passion. She did have the murder weapon

in her hand.

Thank you.

Yeah.

I'll go find the ballet.

You can't... I'm her attorney.

Angie.

You're in shock.

I'm so sorry about Ben. I didn't kill Ben.

Do you have any idea who would?

No, everyone loved him.

Sorry, I was interfering with my investigation.

Leave the premises, Ms. Everett.

Angie.

Just because you shopped in her store, she's incapable of murder?

No, because you don't commit to coral lipstick only to turn around and kill

the man who gave it to you.

Okay, you lost me there.

Before you came out west, when I was here alone, helping Will after his

accident, pregnant, I went into Priya's store and I had a bit of a meltdown.

Over the prices?

Oh yeah, I saw the receipts. No, I was just having a minute, okay? And Priya,

she saw a woman in need and she was there for me.

I cannot not help her. Did she ask for your help?

With her eyes.

This is what we do.

No, honey. This is what we used to do. We're parents now.

Have you forgotten all the close calls we had?

You got kidnapped from that train. I got caught up in that armed robbery.

Oh, and you got shot.

Well, cases we solved in the end. We don't even have a license anymore. It

could be my push present. A gift from Tiffany's is a push present.

Homicide is not a push present. How about just one leave? I have the guest

list from the surprise party.

You stole police evidence?

They can print another one. Look, if we just work the list to see who hated Ben,

maybe we can take the heat off of Priya.

Come on.

It's between story time and bottles.

I want this.

Is that really what this is about?

I miss so much of Jules' childhood. I don't want to miss anything this time

around.

You're a great dad.

I'm trying to be.

You said you saw a giraffe talking to Bobo when you were closest to the

catering car. Did you take the snake knife?

Bobo? I didn't take Bobo. I said hippo.

I think Mr. Bear needs to get his story straight. Uh, Butterfly World in an

hour? Oh, I can't wait.

Monarchs are magic.

A whole pot? Did you accidentally brew decaf?

No, I've been up all night working.

The victim, Ben Moore, on a struggling whale watching operation about five

months ago. Orca Spirit Adventures.

Shade. Oh, that's a good outfit. They guarantee you see orcas or your next

trip's free. Ben's son, Zach, he works there. Daughter Emma's a photographer.

They were both at the party last night. But get this. Before whale watching, Ben

lived a whole other life as a high-powered real estate mogul. He co

-owned the company, More Molina. Oh, that guy.

They've got those high-end hotels all over the world. Great hair, too, for a

man his age. Why would he leave all that to run a struggling business?

Exactly. And Ben left the day after more Molina won the bid to build this new

luxury hotel.

That's weird timing.

And then last week, the city denied their plan, leaving Ben's ex-partner,

Eduardo, with a dead deal. If Ben knew the approval wasn't going through, that

could be motive. And Molina was at the party last night.

This is your one lead, Everett.

Okay, go. I will take Flapjack Butterfly.

Look at us, right back, and it's just like riding a bike.

Hey, Siri, how many bike-related injuries are there per year?

Hello, we are here to see Mr. Molina. Do you have an appointment?

Yes, 9 a.m.

And you are? We're colleagues.

It's a family emergency.

Like riding a bike, she said.

I'd give us a 4 out of 10 back there. So we're a little rusty. What are we doing?

This is nuts.

I know, okay, but we're so close to Melina. He could be our guy.

Ah, CEO's office is likely on the top floor, but we aren't riding that

elevator without an access card.

Maybe we don't need one.

No, Angie, we are not doing that.

We shouldn't have done this. You're right.

I'm right about a lot of things.

Don't look down.

And don't close your eyes either.

If we fall, will these helmets save us? You want me to lie to you? Oh, God.

I could have a monarch on my shoulder right now. I could be with Dex. I could

be with Will.

I'm with Will. I'd take window washing. Just try to distract yourself. Think

about the day that Dex was born. 36 hours of labor with no epidural.

Point taken.

That's Molina. No, I want to hear some good news.

Right.

Yeah.

You're thinking streaks?

Are you serious right now?

Yeah.

You guys got a giant portrait of himself on the wall

and athletes get a vanity wrap.

Laptop's locked.

We don't have time to guess passwords. He uses facial recognition, but we don't

have that.

Maybe we do.

Back up a little.

And then move left.

I said left.

This is left.

Oh, okay. Well, you're just... You're lacking some depth.

Do you want me to recite you a poem? No, I want you to stick your face in it.

Is it working?

How hard is it to follow simple instructions?

He's coming.

Idiot! We gotta hide. Behind the panel.

What the

hell?

You touched him!

Have you lost it? It was a reflex.

Also, did you hear the way he spoke to his assistant?

Let's use his face.

Oh.

We're in.

Thank you, hockey reflexes. Let's get pictures of everything.

We can do it fast.

Got it? Yeah.

Next.

Got it.

Look. The city approved Melina's revised plans, which means the project's going

ahead. Maybe he's not our guy.

Hello. Corporate restructuring plan, a.k.a. how to piss off your employees.

Siobhan Callahan, the VP of sales, was let go when Ben left.

Didn't we see an email from her? Yeah. Her name was on the guest list, too.

Look what she wrote to Melina.

Ben really screwed me leaving me with this mess. I could kill him.

Maybe she did.

Siobhan was head of international sales division in London.

She hasn't been back here since she was let go. If she wanted to kill Ben, why

do it at a surprise party? Stabbing him in such a public place, it doesn't feel

premeditated. Maybe it wasn't. Maybe her plan was to confront him and things

escalated.

Babe, did you set an alert for your book?

Yeah.

What's it say? Just what the world needs. Another vacuous, navel-gazing

memoir from a washed-up pretty boy hockey player in a $200 T-shirt.

Ouch. Someone from that writing class I talked to.

Rude. It's not all bad.

Call you pretty.

How'd you know it was someone from the class?

It's the first time I wore that shirt.

It's gotta be that wannabe PI. She's the only one that gave me a hard time.

It's just a troll. Let it go, okay? We need to figure out if Siobhan checked

out of the hotel.

Okay. I'm thinking grab and go? With all the cops there? No way.

Slip and slide.

Oh, that's a good one. See?

You do miss those days. Let's just get what we need and get home to Dex.

Excuse me.

You have a lake of water in front of those elevators. My wife almost wiped

out. Oh, no.

Thank you for letting me know.

We need a mop-up and a hazard sign outside the elevator stat.

All right, she's in the Douglas suite, checked in Saturday morning for four

nights. Who sticks around after a murder?

Kill her if she wants to hide in plain sight. She charged a bottle of champagne

to her room yesterday. Today, a personal training session.

She's probably still at the gym.

Hiya. We're looking to see the sights.

What do you recommend that'll tickle everybody's fancy?

I'll leave you to it.

Have you tried Butterfly World?

No, no, that sounds amazing.

Hey.

Did I see you at Ben's party last night?

Yeah, you, uh... You look familiar.

I was a plus one.

Still can't believe it.

How did you know Ben?

I used to work with him.

Such a shock.

You didn't see what happened?

No, I was catching up with old colleagues.

I saw Ben leave the party, and then I heard the screaming.

It was awful.

Take care.

Wait, uh, hey, could you spot me?

Uh, do you mind? Sure.

Great, thanks.

So, what a story, huh?

Walking away from your real estate empire for whale watching?

Why would he do that?

For his son.

Zach was going off the rails, and Ben was afraid he was going to lose him.

This is a lot of weight. Are you sure you're... Yeah, I'm good. I'm good.

Let me just...

There's no many guys that would give up everything for their kid like that.

He blamed himself for not being there after their mom died.

All the money in the world doesn't replace having a parent there.

Yeah, I guess.

Still, must have been hard on the employees.

You know, big restructure after he left.

Well, it didn't help going through a messy divorce at the time, but I landed

on my feet.

Uh, how many reps are you doing? Oh, you know, just...

Five more in this set.

Gotta shore up on that bone density.

How did you feel when you got the invite?

I was happy Emma reached out.

I hadn't spoken to anyone since I left, but I just wish that Zach appreciated

everything that Ben gave up for him. He didn't?

No. He resented having to work for a living.

Are you... I'm sorry. I really gotta go.

Are you sure you're okay?

Oh, yeah, I'm good. So good. I'm just gonna take a little rest.

Yeah? Yeah.

But I think Zack was a bored rich kid with a drug problem. Dad, he turns off

the tap, makes him work for his money. He's mad.

Shh. Whisper. I am.

Low-talking isn't whispering.

Would Zack really kill his father over that, though?

Wouldn't be the first time an entitled son killed his rich father. Yeah.

Not everyone had the relationship you did with your dad.

I wish my dad could have met Dex.

Me too.

So what are we going to do? We can't just walk up to Zack and ask him if he

killed his father. Shh.

Angie, no. Come on. We said one lead. Now you want to tell the guy?

Fine.

Did I mention I love you?

I love you, too.

Give the guy a break. He's an ex-hockey player.

You can't expect a jock to be Tolstoy.

They're just piling on now.

Would you stop reading the comments?

Geez, sometimes I don't know who I married.

Oh, you know exactly who you married.

That's him.

All right. Who feels like tailing a suspect?

Can't believe he's already back at work. Where's he going?

I don't know.

I'm gonna get closer. He'll make us. We've got a baby in the backseat.

Nobody's making us.

You know, I could just... No.

You could... Neither of us is going in there alone.

Well, we can't leave Dax.

I haven't read all the parenting books, but I'm pretty sure breaking into

warehouses with sketchy people is not recommended in the first year.

Ange, maybe we're not ready to... Give up?

He's got to come out eventually.

Right.

We wait him out.

Right.

How long were we out?

Uh, 90 minutes.

Do you know what that means?

We lost him?

Dex connected his sleep cycles.

Hey, way to go, buddy.

Is that when you're going to start sleeping through the night for your old

man?

However, Zach is gone, the boat is gone, and he could be anywhere, land or sea.

But we did get the boat number, and every commercial watercraft has GPS,

right? Yeah. Maybe there's a way we can hack into the Coast Authority's secured

site and... Do you know how to do that?

No idea.

But I might know someone who can.

Back to Hockmore Books?

Actually, I'm here to see you. Does the world really need another pretentious

young critic in a thrift shop jacket?

I didn't write that bad review.

Also, this is an authentic replica of Johnny Ramone's, which I paid 40 bucks

instead of the 1,500 they're going for now.

All right, if you didn't write it, who did? You came all the way up here to

confront an online troll?

Thought you were out of PI-ing business.

All right, I need your help. Can you hack into Coast Authority Marine Traffic

and locate this boat?

Rush Job?

Yeah. A hundred bucks.

You can e-transfer it. I just sent you my email.

How do you have my number?

There.

Wait, is that a public website?

Tell you what, I can track down your troll for an extra 50.

Raina Tebbe.

Nice doing business with you.

Hey, run away home with Jax now.

Good timing. I am just perfecting a new batch of hot sauce.

I call it Aliento del Diablo.

Wait, you didn't use my ahi charipita pepper, did you?

Definitely not.

Hey, Will, do you know anyone with a boat?

What kind are we talking?

Catamaran? Schooner?

Dinghy? Zodiac?

Laser, fishing boat, comfort cruiser, crawler, kayak, jet ski, canoe.

How does your brother have a hookup for everything?

Well, it's just that guy.

He looks after some of his ball python and suddenly they're lifelong friends.

This is it. He's the coordinates race in us.

Hey, can you back up to that buoy?

Heard of baiting crab traps with tuna, but unless these crabs are into harder

stuff. Looks like Zach found a way to stretch his paycheck.

We have GPS proof that you used one of your boats for some very non-whale

activity this morning.

Baby cookies.

Whoa, whoa. That's not mine. Your boat was the only one going to them from the

drop point. It wasn't me.

I dropped my boat at the mechanics for a fuel line issue.

I'm not running drugs.

Can anyone vouch for you? Only 30 tourists and a pot of orcas. We heard

you resented your father for cutting off your allowance. My dad was my hero.

He gave up his career to run this company with me.

When I was a kid, he used to take me out on his boat and... He knew this would

save me, and it did.

I owe him my life.

Then help us figure out who took his.

Cops already have her.

Not so rusty. After all, Mummy and Tex just spoke with Ocean Affairs.

Ben filed a complaint against Amrit Basha the day before he died. Who is

Amrit Basha? He's the guy we saw Zack taking his boat to. Amrit's facing a

serious investigation.

Ocean Affairs just gave you all that?

Investigative reporter's check.

It worked?

We had to buy them pizza.

Did they tell you if the investigation is for drug smuggling? No. Maybe if we

sent caviar?

They just gave us Amrit's name. So, if Ben's the whistleblower and started this

investigation, then Amrit has him to thank for his jail time. But if he gets

rid of his whistleblower, the case falls apart.

Why don't you talk to this Amrit guy? Howdy, howdy, you daddy. Grab your navy

blazer. Will, would you mind? Oh, not at all.

Nice.

Baby.

I think they're going undercover.

Hit it!

Are you impersonating government officials?

How would you like us to answer that?

Bit much, don't you think? The minute I heard private investigators, I knew you

were going to be a royal pain.

On top of heading major crimes and working a high-profile murder case, I

looked into you both. I'm contesting that parking ticket and that speeding

ticket. Oh, and that school zone violation?

Please. It was Saturday.

Your dad was a cop turned P.I. You took over his business and then came out here

two years ago to care for your brother after his rafting accident.

Half-brother.

Then you followed suit to Victoria.

Long distance doesn't really jive with prenatal appointments.

MPI-ing without a license doesn't really jive for me.

This is an official warning.

Stay away from my case.

Good thing she didn't look in the trunk. Don't know how we'd explain a diaper bag

full of cocaine.

Do you hear the words that are coming out of your mouth? I do.

So you agree this is... Maddening?

Insane? Yes.

Okay?

Priya is still in custody.

That means that Xiao's not looking at anyone else. Well, we can't go back and

talk to Amrit now.

Maybe we don't have to. If we can just prove he was at the hotel.

You can sit back and watch the woman who loved your dad go to jail.

Or you can help us catch the killer.

We used to be PIs.

We're really good at uncovering the truth. And we have reason to believe

Amrit was using your dad's boats to smuggle drugs.

You think he might have killed my dad because of it? It's what we're trying to

find out.

Could you show us the pictures you took the night of the surprise party?

These are all of them.

She made my dad really happy.

There's Siobhan with the cute shoes.

Saw them under the bathroom stall.

Siobhan goes way back with dad.

She always used to make him buy us gifts on his business trips.

Excuse me.

I don't see Anne written any of these photos.

Ah, see there?

Wrinkles. That's why you pay top dollar for organic cotton.

Are you still thinking about that bad review?

No. There he is.

Emmert was at the party.

Emmert Basher!

We have proof you were at the hotel.

I taught you better than that.

This used to be so much easier. You should get eight hours of sleep. Go that

way.

Give us a solid eight out of ten for this one.

Ben found out Amrit was smuggling drugs and reported them to the authorities.

He's confessed to the smuggling and is aiding in our investigation.

That's great.

But he didn't kill Ben.

Two valets saw him in the parking lot talking on his phone during the window

of opportunity.

But he could have cell phone records confirm he was talking to his criminal

associate in the United States. But Ben's killer is still out there because

Priya is innocent. New evidence has come to light which further implicates her.

What new evidence?

I won't be sharing details, but thank you for bringing this to my attention.

Now, go home.

She's not having an in.

What new evidence do you think Xiao has?

I don't know, but whatever they have, if they've charged pre, it means they've

got a strong case. We need to get into Xiao's office.

Remember the plan A from the hotel?

The grab-and-go?

I'm not pulling that stunt in a police station.

Wasn't thinking you would.

Xiao's on lunch.

This goes sideways. I'm doubling down on bad decision-making due to lack of

sleep. Hey, Mama Smurf, Papa Smurf.

I brought everything you asked for.

Will you do this insanely reckless in Toronto?

Because I am loving this look.

Throw me the bag, I'll throw you the baby.

Throw me the idol, I'll throw you the whip. You've never seen Raiders?

Good luck.

Hello.

Here we go.

Officer? Officer, help. A man snatched my bag and my husband's out there trying

to fight him off.

I need you to punch me in the face.

I don't want to hurt you.

You're not going to hurt me. But you're my brother. In law.

You do know how to punch, don't you? I've been punched.

I have no doubt. Here's the deal.

When the cops come out that door, you punch me. Don't worry, I'll make it

through.

He's over there. Go get him.

Not bad, kid.

Okay, your name, please.

It's Carol.

C-A-R-O-L.

Mm-hmm.

Do you have a description?

Yeah, he was about six, five.

Everything I own is in that diaper bag. It has my wallet, my keys, my cell

phone.

Dark eyes, and he took off really fast.

Detective Xiao, you're back.

I work here.

Why are you back?

Why are you back? I forgot my wallet.

Wait, I dropped Giraffe. He must have fallen out.

I don't think Giraffe is in my office.

No, it's definitely not in your office. I think he might have fallen out here

somewhere. Would you mind helping me look?

I just really need to get my wallet.

Uh, Giraffe!

There you are.

Oh, you know what?

Awesome arm. It's not actually Giraffe. It was just a gum wrapper.

You know, now that I think about it, it might be in the car.

Thanks. See ya.

Strange woman. We did it!

Oh, that was intense. What a rush. You were so stealth.

There's the man I married.

Oh, yeah.

Wait a minute.

You, me, car.

This is how we ended up with Dex.

Right.

We can't do two infants under one roof.

All right, I got everything in Ben Moore's case file. Look.

Wait a minute.

Priya became the beneficiary of Ben's life insurance policy two months ago.

Priya gets a big payout.

Lost the cops in Beacon Hill Park.

Sorry about the punch.

Please, I've been punched by tougher men than you.

Taxes held like a light after our family crime spree.

All my instincts were screaming she didn't do it.

Guess I have lost my edge. Hey, the one thing I never doubt are your instincts.

You got the best gut in the business. Yeah, you're like Columbo and Angela

Lansbury rolled into one.

By younger. Oh, better close.

I think you two are biased.

Let's take a look. Dave, we've been over the evidence three times already. Yeah,

you know what they say, four times the charm.

Don't you breathe between bites?

You're getting crumbs all over my keyboard. Sorry.

Wait a minute.

You know who the killer is.

Remember in Emma's photo, Siobhan was wearing those cute blue shoes, the ones

I saw under the stall.

Uh-huh. Well, those shots were time-stamped before the murder.

After Ben's murder, she's wearing black flats.

So, you always kick off your heels the first chance you get. But here's her

statement. She told the cops that she saw Ben leave the party. She was talking

to colleagues right up until she heard the scream.

Same thing she told me.

But she left to change her shoes.

Well, what's her motive? I don't know yet. She had means, opportunity, and why

lie to the cops unless you have something to hide? Like blood on your

shoes. Think she still has them? Safer to keep them than ditch them and risk

them being found.

How are you even faster at lockpicking after all this time?

Where's the champagne she ordered?

Nothing in here. Found the shoes.

Any bloodstains? No. They look clean.

Need I remind you, we don't have... License, yeah. I'm aware.

I was going to say a contact at the lab.

This is the outfit she was wearing. I don't see anything.

Hey,

what's that?

It's to Ben.

I need a pencil.

Impressive, Everett. See?

Like riding a bike.

Lavender.

Happy birthday, my love.

How do I talk to my ex-boss? You have no idea how many times I've been tempted to

hop on a plane these last ten months and fall into your arms again.

I'm finally free to be yours and you to be mine, love, Siobhan.

Siobhan ordered that champagne to drink with Ben after the party. No one knew

they were having an affair.

She was waiting to finalize her divorce, and he just wanted to make sure Zach was

okay. And then he meets Priya, and before he can break it to Siobhan...

Emma invites both women to a surprise party. Surprise?

Provence was Siobhan's dream with Ben. Then she overhears Priya in the bathroom

telling me he's taking her there.

That is a brutal way to find out you missed your moment. So she confronts

him, grabs a steak knife and stabs him. And goes up to her room to change her

shoes. That's the trifecta. Motive, means, and... What's the third one?

Opportunity. Right.

After this, you really need to sleep.

Look, we're not professional investigators anymore. You're doing a

stellar impression of unprofessional ones. Please just search the hotel.

Don't tell me how to do my job. Look, we may or may not have seen some physical

evidence that... With every word coming out of your mouth, I'm getting closer to

charging you. Just trust us. And if we're wrong, we'll never get in your way

again.

Stop!

Stop!

Sorry.

I'm a little late.

You gave me a false alibi, Ms. Calhoun.

Hand over the suitcase.

See, that's the thing about blood.

You think you've got it all, but it seeps into the leather. Too bad.

They were cute shoes.

Siobhan Callahan, I'm arresting you for the murder of Ben Moore.

My father wanted to make sure that Preah was okay if anything ever happened to

him. So he made me the beneficiary on his policy, and that way the...

The rest of the family estate would go entirely to Emma and Zach.

He sounds like a very thoughtful man.

Yeah. He was the best.

Hey, if it weren't for you, Angie, you never gave up on me.

My brother and I can't thank you guys enough.

We were happy to help.

Really, you have no idea.

Uh, excuse me.

Rayne, what are you doing here?

Found your online critic.

Took me all 20 minutes.

Wait, how did you know I was here?

You're funny.

Professor Wheeler. Turns out he's a frustrated writer who can't get his 800

-page novel published.

He invited me to his class.

He wanted to bask in the dim glow of your celebrity.

Dim glow?

Like, not fluorescent, but sort of a warm ambient.

Anyway, I sent Professor Jealousmush a virus, so that should keep him busy from

trolling you. I didn't ask you to do that. I think the words you're looking

for are, thank you.

Hey. Hey.

Want to get out of here?

You said being a PI is something you used to do.

I think it's something you still do.

Just keep it out of my office.

Hey, you soak it, you buy it.

Well, we said one lead ended up helping your friend and solving a murder for a

grieving family.

Cheers to us.

Can we get back to our regular lives now?

Admit it. You were back in the game, and it felt good to help people.

It was somewhat satisfying, but that is very different from... I don't want to

stab you to death at your surprise party.

Glad we're on the same page.

Siobhan missed her moment.

I don't want to miss mine.

Ben never got his second act, and I want us to have ours.

I love being a mom, Shade, but helping Priya gave me back something.

I know it did.

I told you, homicide isn't a push present.

I already said yes.

For the record, you said hell yes.

You got us a business license?

It can't be like it was.

We work from home now. We set up our agency right here.

Do you have any idea how hot you look driving that boat? You look hot doing

anything.

Are we really doing this?

Oh, yeah.

You're being PIs again. Yeah, yeah, that too.