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Welcome back to Presidential Detail. If the first daughter's doing something to

jeopardize that, we need to get ahead of it. How long do you plan to stay? Long

as she wants.

Probation's over.

I could swear I've seen one of those around recently.

Jack was my son from my first marriage. He died five years ago. You're part of

this investigation, and you know that. You've always hoped that he was alive,

but I had to tell myself he was dead.

It's perfect.

Abby,

if you're not down in five, I'm canceling your fancy rehearsal dinner.

So I'm cool, Mom.

Here, you take this. I'll take the bubbly.

And in five minutes, your godfather is going to kick the door down.

It's organic, which is French for undrinkable.

How's the toast?

I'm going to talk about cartwheels on the lawn.

Remember that?

Our baby's getting married.

Was

the

kitchen ever this quiet in my childhood?

You mean you don't miss the soothing sounds of multiple men trying to out

-talk each other? Yeah, me neither.

We'll get up to the dishwasher.

Already done.

You have now done more dishes in one week than your father did in 26 years.

Thank you.

It's a bribe.

Can I borrow that cute one-button blazer? Sure.

It was a package bomb sent to the Secretary of Agriculture. It detonated,

but no one was hurt.

Thank God.

I gotta bring your agency in. Want to call division?

Put in an ask for the assignment?

I would love nothing more than to extend our hang and solve another crime

together. When you were a teenager, I would have sold a limb to get along with

you this way.

You could have just let me get that face tattoo. We would have been fine.

You know you don't owe me anything for moving back in, right? Historically,

you've had a low tolerance for family time.

That was a lot of family.

You and me.

It works.

Your boss doesn't hate you. Didn't you just break a big case?

Yeah, by going over his head and making him look stupid.

Oh, yeah, then he for sure hates you. He gave me a psychotic amount of work

because he wants me to fail.

I was gonna meet Natasha's parents this weekend, and now I have to cancel.

You are just chewing in my ear right now.

No, I'm not.

Hang with me while I plow through this tonight? Can't. Big work weekend for me,

too. Sparrows going to Turks and Caicos.

Micah's big work weekend is a Caribbean vacation.

So on, Brand.

You remember spring cleaning when I went to that wrestling tournament in Hilton

Head so you had to clean the whole attic by yourself and there were a ton of

spiders? Yeah. Have a great weekend.

Hope you're eaten by sharks. Nobody forced you to leave the military for a

desk job. That one's on you, dude.

I can't believe we're gonna be on a beach tomorrow.

In the Caribbean.

Technically, it's the Atlantic.

I can't hear you. I'm too focused on the you and me on a beach part.

Small surface detail means privacy.

Barely any sneaking or pretending.

You know, fake distance can become real distance.

You know, you wear a mask too long, it becomes your face.

That's 100% from your astrologer and or Batman.

It's an emotional insight from my astrologer, who is Batman.

In 24 hours, no masks, no pretending, no clothes.

I have no idea who sent it.

I'm the Secretary of Agriculture.

Maybe some wacko thinks I'm putting fluoride in milk. May I go?

Once my investigation is complete, yes.

My child is getting married tomorrow. I will not let her life get derailed by

some maniac.

Solve this now. Sir, this is a crime scene. As lead agent, I forgive you.

Hey! Pizza's here.

Mike Hollingsworth, Secret Service.

We're here to keep you safe until this gets resolved.

Listen, I know this is a pain, but some pepperoni from Primo's might take the

edge off.

Come on in, help yourselves.

Go ahead, grab a slice.

Hank, come on. You are welcome. We've got you. You're safe.

Dad? What are you doing here?

Agriculture is ninth in line to the top job. The service is evaluating whether

he needs elevated protection.

How's it going?

Well, I was just about to conduct interviews, but now they're on a pizza

break, so... In order to protect people, I need them cooperative.

I heard before I got here they weren't, but now look.

I was handling it. And I am helping you, too.

Just chill for 20 minutes. Let me do my thing.

All right, grab a slice. I got a sausage and peppers just for you.

Hey, that is not a Bassmaster Classic trophy, I see, is it? Yes, it is.

Hank Baxter, family lawyer.

A retired family lawyer, but best all-around friend.

Is that your dad?

Yep. Really?

Okay. I mean, I would have never guessed.

Hey, Natasha.

My boss is trying to destroy my weekend, but I'm making progress.

I'll make dinner tomorrow night. You can count on it.

Sir.

Did you hear about one of the deputy prime ministers of Kazakhstan and the

stolen necklace?

Are you telling me a joke?

He was here last month and claimed his traditional pendant was stolen in the

White House. He's due back for some diplomatic meetings, and unless we show

him we're acting on this, he won't come.

There were 11 Secret Service on his detail.

You're gonna help me depose him by Monday.

It's Friday.

It's almost like you'll have to work through the weekend.

Micah?

How old do you think I'll be before I learn how to actually pack for a

weekend?

There you are.

Heads up, assignment shifts for this weekend.

We're being deposed. From Turks and Caicos?

No, she'll be in Turks and Caicos. We'll be in a DOJ boardroom talking to a

lawyer and your brother.

Uh-huh.

Yeah, well, that's the main thing. With a wedding.

Yeah.

What on earth are those?

Your husband's threat box.

Screened mail to his office in recent months.

Grievances and empty threats that were assigned a low-risk evaluation.

I'm trying to see if something got missed.

Someone just tried to blow up my house. I think it's safe to assume that they

missed one.

Is the family still in danger?

Bombs are a lot of work. People don't usually set them off without a reason.

Do you know anyone who might have a reason to want to hurt your family?

No.

Agent Hollingsworth?

Red ink.

Same handwriting.

They're all threatening Abby and the wedding.

This isn't just some fanatic. This is personal.

We need to find out why fast.

This is an origami crane, like the one found at the site of ATF agent Daniel

Ryder's death.

In and of itself, nothing suspicious.

Until I saw a crane in the Hollingsworth kitchen.

Marshal Hollingsworth worked the Farrell case.

Logan Welling was killed in her home. If the killer left cranes at either of

those, she had access before we did.

Is it possible?

A crane is this killer's calling card, and Jane Hollingsworth doesn't want us

to know it. You suspect a federally appointed U.S. Marshal of obstructing

justice. I believe she's hiding something.

What? And why?

This mom has already lost one of her children.

Maybe she's lying to make sure she doesn't lose another.

She's protecting one of her kids, and we're gonna find out which.

Then let's do 10 a.m. at Eisenhower.

Perfect.

Russell Hollingsworth, human spreadsheet. How may I help you?

Bump my deposition.

Wish I could. On the bright side, guess your weekend sucks just as much as mine

now. Wait, you think this is funny? Justice for Hilton Head and a lifetime

of arachnophobia.

Don't torpedo my life just because you don't have one. This is an active DOJ

investigation.

Sorry it's messing up your tan.

It's not just... I'll see you at your deposition tomorrow, which will now be

at 7 a.m., because you just pissed me off.

You brought them down here to watch TV? Their house was attacked the day before

their kid's wedding. They need a distraction.

No, what they need is to be questioned in a quiet, private room.

And we need to figure out who might have a vendetta against them.

Yes, we do, but these are high-value targets. The house is nothing but

windows, and I need them in the most secure location in it.

The bomber is targeting our wedding tomorrow.

So if you're not going to help me, get out of my way.

You don't think that this has anything to do with what we did, do you?

That was decades ago.

That's long buried.

Maybe we missed something.

How about I say I need to go check on the venue, see if they'll let me out,

and then I'll look into it. Good idea.

Yes, Agent Wallace. Right now, Marshall Hollingsworth is in Georgetown.

I can have her call you when I get her back.

Thank you. Please.

Jane and Claire are in the field. That means the house is empty.

Take 10. I'm going in. Yes, ma'am.

Camera's off.

Copy.

Kids with guns.

Kids with guns.

Take that over.

But it won't be long.

They'll mesmerize.

Gallopers.

Kids with guns.

Kids with guns.

Does it? Does it take up something to say?

Drinking down the field. Past the fire field.

In the soul field.

Street desire, business to be, 31 feet long,

kids with guns, kids with guns.

Easy does it, easy does it, they've got something to say. And they're turning us

into monsters,

turning us into fire.

We're all clear.

So tomorrow night's off the table, but I've constructed a schedule so efficient

I will be at your parents' Sunday morning to shock them with the joy of a

Russ Hollingsworth brunch.

Hello, sir.

Deposition's all set.

We got a tip that more than those 11 agents touched the Kazakh detail.

Now that it's been flagged, we have to depose them, too.

A tip?

From an agent... Hollingsworth.

Was it your dad?

Your brother?

Anyway, that's 23 more agents by Monday.

Guess that brunch will alter his schedule.

Guys taking our place in Turks tomorrow are getting spray tans after shift in

preparation. Please stop talking.

I wish we could start drinking instead.

What are those?

The events that have invited Sparrow, more fun things were probably gonna

mess. Mm-hmm.

Remind me, who's Liz again?

A high school friend of Sparrow's. Oh, that's right. Oh, yeah, she's having

that pool party at the Walcott. We said no, because of Turks.

You ever worked at an event at the Walcott?

Mm, yeah, last year.

Penthouse is the whole floor, which means everyone can hit the rooftop pool,

except for the one agent outside the door. I'll shift, and dibs are not that

job.

Why? You think she would go to that instead of Turks?

She said she really misses Liz.

I actually gave up golf for years. Once we got this one, I was having too much

fun being a dad.

Adopting a child is a big undertaking.

Don't get him started.

Bill, what brings you here?

I'm tagging in.

They didn't tell you?

No.

I'll introduce myself around.

All right.

Hi. I made your call. Did you have me kicked off?

I asked your office if they were okay with having an agent lead this case from

the president's detail instead of one from the Joint Terrorist Task Force. If

you hadn't called, they would have let me see this case through.

Yeah, well, if you had seen this case through, then I wouldn't have called. A

bomber is threatening a wedding happening tomorrow, and you're just

holding court. Getting to know people matters.

They let their guard down, open up, and reveal things.

Hello Miss King who are you just speaking to just the forest they have to

replace the peonies

A pre-deposition statement?

Minute-by-minute details. Why does the DOJ even want this?

I could take a guess.

I brought my bikini for nothing.

You sure you're okay posted by the door tonight?

Yeah, I'll be fine.

Crap, room B for the family. I'm gonna work on one at a time and see.

Yes, ma'am.

Question, they're asking if they're still gonna get the ice cream that your

dad promised?

I'll go get the rooms ready.

Hello? Mom, I need a lawyer because I'm going to kill dad.

What'd he do?

All besides treat my crime scene like a block party.

You know, I'm just getting to statements now that man is completely unable to

read a room.

He says he's protecting people, but I say his two modes are avoiding conflict

and getting pats on the head like a golden retriever.

That's your dad. People come to him, they let their guard down.

Well, it doesn't matter. I already let him go.

One sec, honey.

Nia thinks it's Micah. That's ridiculous.

How'd you find that out? She put cameras outside. I put cameras inside. I'm not

gonna let a killer slip in here again. Micah's at the Wolcott with the first

daughter, and I'm sorry that took a sec, but I'm working Claire's bomb.

Uh, she says she fired you.

Well, when does that ever stop me? If Agent Wallace asks Micah about the

cranes, he's gonna start asking questions about Jack. I have to convince

her it's not him.

You need help?

No. You help our daughter, I'll help our son.

Honey,

I have to go.

Don't underestimate your dad.

He comes through.

That's what golden retrievers do.

Yeah, well, they also pee on the carpet.

Here is your trace, ma'am.

What trace?

Mr. Hollingsworth told us you ordered a tap on the landline.

He told you I... That's the location of Mrs. Keene's call with the florist.

It's not a florist.

Get a car.

Okay.

You spoke to Hank Baxter.

Why lie?

It was a personal conversation.

And privileged.

Hank's our friend and our attorney. Your ex-attorney. He was fired from the firm

last year.

You were delaying an investigation into a bomber targeting your child.

Hank's a drunk.

And he's been getting worse.

He forgets things, invents things.

Working so closely as we did, we were the first ones to notice.

So my husband privately let the firm know.

We didn't want him to get fired.

But he did. His career ended. His wife left him. He lost his house. He must

have found out that that was your husband's fault. That's our motive.

He wouldn't. He called you from a storage facility where he runs a unit.

Do you have any idea why he was there or what we might find inside?

Let's go.

The room is a bit of a mess.

My friends came over, one of them brought Molly.

She got a little wild.

It's not fair.

We went through so much for this and we don't even get a whole night.

Your shift ends in two hours.

Don't think about that.

But I do, I do think about it. I think about what happens if we get caught.

Well, let's not get caught.

One sec.

My God, that's the Molly water.

What?

My friend put our Molly in that water.

I thought you said you had a friend named Molly. This has ecstasy in it? Oh,

my God, I'm gonna be so high.

Clear back here.

Batteries, gunpowder. Looks like he built a bomb.

A big one.

It's not here.

Buller for Hank Baxter.

Subject is in possession of a bomb and out in the wind. He could be anywhere.

Excuse me.

Agent Wallace, is Michael Hollingsworth on duty here?

Let me find out.

Thank you for coming.

Um, so he came in for water, and I was in the shower, so I couldn't warn him.

If I find him high on the job, then he's gonna get fired.

Is it that bad?

Come on, you guys, I'm fine.

It is really not nice to see you right now, but somehow I don't mind.

And you had to call me. He said that if he could count on anyone, it's you.

When does his shift end?

30 minutes.

Ellen's coming up to take his place.

So, we spend a half hour getting him cleaned up. When Ellen arrives, you talk

to her. I'll take Micah XCX straight to the elevator.

Hello?

Yeah, one sec.

It's Ellen.

Oh.

Hey, Elle.

Yeah, put her on.

Hi.

Yeah, sure.

All right, I'll see you soon.

And you two were worried.

That was great. Totally normal.

Yeah, um, what'd you want?

You know that Homeland Security lady that was looking into all the murdered

agents? Mm-hmm.

She's downstairs, and she says I am a person of interest in the case, and she

needs to talk to me after my shift's over.

Ah, my jacket feels incredible.

Welcome to our curry, where tonight Abby Keene is having her rehearsal dinner, or

so Hank Baxter believes.

The real dinner's been moved to an undisclosed location, but our subject

doesn't know that. He believes that the dinner is on as planned.

What he'll be walking to instead is a surveillance op.

Every person in and out of this restaurant is one of us, and if he tries

to finish what he started, we'll be waiting.

Report to Agent Tompkins for your assignments.

Let's go.

What are you doing here? Your shift ended.

Per your boss, I'm now special advisor to this operation.

You went over my head. I learn from the best.

Claire, let me help. I know you have doubts. I did get you that phone tap.

Keen is a cabinet secretary with his eye on the presidency.

Don't you feel like there's something more to this than just an old friend

with a grudge?

You're Hank Baxter. You see the Keens every day. You could poison them. You

could cut their brake lines.

You could go on a hike and shove them off a cliff. You know what you don't do?

Learn how to make mail bombs for a family that never opens their own mail.

You agree with me.

My methods aren't unprofessional, Claire. They're just not yours.

Time to roll.

Okay, Hank Baxter is still our best lead. You do Bill Sting. I do a thing?

All right.

Have a good night, Ellen.

Why does a Homeland Security agent think that you are... Ellen! Yeah, what's up?

Um, did you know that Hunter actually has a huge crush on you?

Hunter is gay.

Feeling like some exercise.

Ellen,

have you seen my son?

Oh, you just missed him.

You gotta keep the noise down. It's not noise, Russell.

It's music.

Okay. Okay, come on.

Wait, where are you going?

Have you seen your brother?

I was supposed to meet him, but apparently he already left.

You want me to call him?

Step aside.

You're having one kind of night. If I have to ask you to move again, it's

gonna get different.

ma'am sir you need to evacuate uh this way everyone thank you if you could

please step outside ma'am sir please follow me what's going on

my apologies

Anything? I'm in the storage facility.

Hank's fingerprints are here, and they're wrong.

All his prints have an even scatter pattern, except on the bench. Those are

clustered, chaotic.

When he touched that bomb, he was frantic.

Bombs will do that to people.

You can't be in that state of mind. If you're gonna make one, it'll blow up.

My hunch is that these prints aren't from somebody making a bomb, but from

somebody who saw one and panicked. I think Hank is being framed.

Now, if that's true, why wouldn't he call the police?

And whatever's underlying this, he knows.

They all do.

Dad, Hank's here.

Sir?

Thank you.

Put it down! Put it down! It's just a gift. I'm a guest.

Agent Wolfe!

Hydration for him. Lots of it. He can sleep it off in his room.

I think I should explain.

Am I right that Micah would never deliberately compromise himself?

Of course.

Then nothing to explain.

Bed.

Hey, Mom, what did that agent want? Why did she need to talk to me?

We'll find out in the morning.

Hank Baxter had a gift wrap bomb with red ink on the label and no detonator.

It doesn't make sense.

Case is closed, Claire.

Guys are getting ready to go to Ebbes to celebrate.

Feels wrong, and you know it.

I do.

And now I want to know how you're going to prove it.

You know why Hank's firm fired him?

He was a drunk.

Who broke client confidentiality. He aired a client's dirty laundry at a

fundraiser. A sloppy drunk who built precision bombs.

And fooled the Keens into thinking he was their friend all while hammered.

This guy doesn't add up.

So good to know him.

The only people who can help me do that are the Keens, and you just said it. The

case is closed.

They're never going to agree to talk to me.

But they'd talk to you.

Why would they do that?

Because you're the friendly pizza guy.

Your son's here.

Yes. Is he going to talk to me, or do I need a warrant?

Did you have a warrant when you broke into my house?

I have you on video. It's a felony.

If you try to talk to Micah, I'll end your career.

You know, I thought you were protecting your kids, but the way you're keeping

your voice down like you don't want them to hear makes me wonder if you're hiding

from them as much as you're hiding from me.

Drink it all before you pass out.

Can you do that? Yeah.

I'm coming down.

Thank you.

You really saved my ass.

Always do.

Wait.

Are you mad?

We can talk later.

You know that was an accident, right?

I had no idea that water was dosed.

But you knew you were hooking up with the president's daughter.

Sparrow was in the shower. I needed water.

Here's my face.

Lie to it again.

It's not like that.

Russ, you don't get it.

All our lives, you do whatever you want.

I clean up your mess.

It's our thing.

You know what I wanted?

To meet my girlfriend's parents.

Instead, you made sure I had extra work on purpose to make sure I missed it.

You started that.

You stuck me with a stupid deposition on a weekend because you were jealous of my

freedom. You think I launched a DOJ investigation into Kazakh jewelry theft

because you got a beach day?

Micah, only one of us is willing to risk his career for something quick and

petty, and it's not me. What Sparrow... What Sidney and I have is real. More

real than whatever it is you have with whoever that woman is.

I'm gonna really hope that's the drugs talking.

None of us even knew Natasha existed before she showed up here.

Mine has to be a secret. Why was yours?

You know this relationship of yours can never work, right?

Anyone finds out about it, you're discredited forever.

Maybe someday you'll get to know her and me without deciding who you think we are

beforehand.

Thank you for doing the debrief tonight. It's not a small ask. No, you kept us

safe. That's the least we can do. Thanks, Mike.

Doing my job.

One thing, in case you have an idea, your lawyer's storage facility has

assigned parking, and the log said this is the first time he parked there in

months. I mean, he was making a bomb in it. Wouldn't he have found another

parking space so that he wouldn't be traced?

Well, I stopped today.

Why be so careful leading all the way up and then finally so careless on game

day? I was trying to think what it would mean if it was his first time back there

in months.

Imagine how freaked out you'd be if you walked into your own storage space and

you saw a bomb in it.

The bombs are ready to come for us!

Meredith!

Secretary... Didn't you say that when he called, he was babbling?

Oh, I didn't speak to him. My wife did.

No alcohol at Hank's house.

But his medicine cabinet had anti-insomniacs, antidepressants, and

meds for incontinence. Meds of an alcoholic.

Yeah, and his pharmacy had an as-yet-unclaimed prescription for

memantine. It's an NMDA receptor antagonist for Alzheimer's.

I suppose that's a theory.

Alzheimer's would explain Hank's confusion, his shakes. Did you ever

actually smell alcohol on him, sir?

No, but my wife did.

Often. Why would you lie, Mrs. Keene?

Excuse me?

I'm not lying. Hank confided in you about his diagnosis, didn't he?

You let him go because you knew. You watched as he lost his job for breaking

others' confidentiality, and when that happened, suddenly it hit you you could

no longer trust him.

As his mind and body deteriorated, so did his ability to keep your secrets.

What are we talking about here? The Secret Service just killed Hank.

Tell her she's being ridiculous.

You could just as easily have arrested him.

Not if someone orchestrated a situation where we had to shoot to kill.

You mailed those threats.

You sent the first explosive, and then you fed us Hank Baxter's motive and

lured him onto a busy street with a bomb.

You killed Hank Baxter, and the weapon you used was the Secret Service and FBI.

Oh, we're leaving.

Cell tower data shows us where Hank went after he got off the phone with you.

Your daughter's house.

Who told him to go there? Who left him that gift to bring?

What's the secret that you're willing to kill for? This isn't proof.

None of it.

Dan, that gift was wrapped awfully well for someone with tremors.

He was our friend.

Danny, be quiet.

This is a judgment on what we did.

Stop. Think about Abby. I am.

How could you do this?

If I tell you, if there's any way, please don't tell my daughter. No.

We couldn't have kids.

Abby was our housekeeper's, and the woman wasn't fit to parent her. This

beautiful girl deserves so much more. Danny.

So we took her. It was Hank's idea.

He helped us do it, and we told Abby, the church founder, for us. Last week at

the venue, Hank told the wedding planner that we knew Abby's birth mother.

Abby didn't hear, but I knew he was sick, and I knew that he would do it

again. He would say anything.

Where is Abby's mother?

We sent her back.

We can find her. She killed herself years ago.

She was damaged goods.

She would have been a terrible mother.

Abby's mine.

I did what my baby needed.

I did what a good mother does.

Meredith Keene, you're under arrest for the murder of Hank Baxter.

Stand up and turn around.

Great job tonight.

Thanks. You too.

I'm sorry.

I was a jerk. You weren't.

Which is so different.

Different methods, maybe.

Different personalities.

Complementary personalities.

Like me and your mom.

Or you and Logan.

You told me that you liked he was a regular guy who made you smile.

Someone who lived in the light.

Helped calm you down.

Those same reasons are why your mom picked me.

There is more to Logan than you know.

More than I knew, but yeah, he did have that light and I miss it I'm glad I can

find a piece of it in you

Oh

God, poor Abby.

How could her parents keep such a horrible secret from her in the name of

love? Must have been eating them all alive Hey, Mom

Out of the mouths of babes.

Agent Wallace is on to me.

Do you want to let her in?

Can we?

Should we?

Maybe it's time we tell them.

They'd never forgive us.

You don't know that. We told them their brother died.

They grieved. If they find out, I can't risk that.

Then risk us.

All right.

Ready for your deposition?

I don't know why.

Russell. I am fighting for my life right now. You're going to have to be more

specific.

You asked why I never told you about Natasha.

I don't know.

I just don't tell you guys things.

I never have.

Since Jack died, it's like you have dad and Claire has mom, and I'm just there?

But how can I get mad at you for not seeing me if I don't show you who I am?

I didn't clean the attic that weekend. I paid someone to do it.

What?

I got the money by stealing your baseball cards and selling them.

You stole them? Mom didn't accidentally throw them away like she said she did?

Then I took the extra cash and I went to the arcade.

And the reason I'm really mad right now is because I'm supposed to meet

Natasha's parents and I keep pushing it off, and now... Hey, this guy's my

brother. Isn't it a conflict of interest for him to be on these depositions?

Do you think it is?

Oh, I don't know.

He did talk to me about it when it happened.

Go ahead and take off. We've got to cover.

Have a nice time with your girlfriend. You cluck those sleeves back.

I'll do breakfast this morning, okay, Mom?

Got it covered.

You got a breakfast pizza?

You missed me, didn't you? No, it's been eight hours, so yeah.

Where is mom?

Five years ago, our son Jack came to us and told us that after six years as a

Navy SEAL, he had been offered an undercover assignment.

The assignment was for life, and in order to take it, he would have

to die.

Jack died on November 8th, 2021, to everyone but his father and me.

We are the only ones who knew he was still alive.

We had to lie and tell our kids he was dead. We miss him so much we still can't

look at pictures of him.

You said knew he was still alive.

Jack was a special boy.

He wasn't mine, but he became mine.

I'd been an army brat, grew up all over, not much stability.

But Jack gave me that.

We... He used to build together Legos, forts, the planning, the execution.

When he saw Blade Runner, he became obsessed with origami.

He'd leave things everywhere as a surprise. I'd find them in my car, my

bag, in the fridge.

This is his, as is the one I took.

from libby farrell's crime scene and the one from logan wellings

now according to someone in the cia our son appears to have

died during his undercover mission sometime in the last two years my

husband and i believe someone who knew him is trying to taunt us with these

I don't know who this person is or what they want, but I don't want to impede

your investigation anymore just to save myself.

So, I'll tell you everything you want to know in exchange for

one thing.

Which is?

You leave my kids out of this.

If they find out we lied to them, we will lose them forever.

It's very funny, though. I'll tell you another one.

If you're going to have breakfast pizza, you won't have to sit around for that.

So I ran faster, but it caught me here.

Yes, my loyalties turned like my ankle.

In seventh grade, running after Billy.

Running after