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Once, the roads
were icy and cold.

Heather was riding her bike home
from school when she slipped,

hitting her head on the road.
Thunk! Thunk!

Heather died that day.

Her body is here before us now,

and her spirit is ready
to go to heaven.

And we're here to help her
to the other side.

Light as a feather,
stiff as a board.

Light as a feather,
stiff as a board.

Light as a feather,
stiff as a board.

Light as a feather,
stiff as a board.

Go to sleep, girls!

It's almost midnight!

Ow.
Lights out, Patty!

Okay, okay!

Sheesh.

I really do think
I was floating.

Hey, look!

Fireflies.

You in?

Yeah.

♪ The Glades 2x03 ♪
Lost and Found
Original Air Date on June 19, 2011

== sync, corrected by elderman ==

Come on, Heather!
Come on!

I got one!

Really?
Can I see?

Yeah, look what --

No cellphone or wallet.

There's one entry wound here,
under the chin.

Maybe a .38 or a 9mm.

It's definitely not
suicide.

He was dragged
through the grass here.

No blood,

so he was obviously killed
somewhere else.

Okay.
What'd you do now?

Nothing, I swear.

I think.

Hey.
Hey.

Gentlemen.

Gentlemen?

Meet your new
forensic nurse.

Forensic...?

Nurse. Yeah.

She passed her certification
this past weekend.

Highest test scores

since the state required them,
I might add.

No surprise here.

She'll be joining us
on a case-to-case basis,

which will allow her to continue
working at the hospital

and finish
her medical studies.

No flies on you, huh?

Glad you could join us.

Thank you.
I'm...excited.

I think.

Dr. Sanchez,
if you will?

Please. Allow me to show you
what we got.

"Dr. Sanchez,
if you will"?

"Allow me to show you
what I've" --

this is not good.

Look, this is a wonderful
opportunity for Callie.

She's got a real aptitude
for forensics.

Plus, it helps the department
fill the gap

between victim
and law enforcement.

Oh. There's a gap?

Besides, rumor has it

she was very helpful to you
in the past.

She might as well get paid
for it, right?

Right.
But what about the whole

"Let Callie and Ray work it out
as a family" thing?

Oh, I'm pretty sure they'll
still be able to do that

between the two of them.

Now, what I need to know

is whether or not you can be
professional about this.

Oh, professional. Yeah.
I'll shoot for that.

Okay, maybe I need to be
a little clearer with you.

We've got a small department
with a very big job to do, Jim,

and the way I get the most
out of my department

is by surrounding you
with personnel

that you can
actually work with.

So, unless you want me
to go to the bench

and get you a partner

that I'm sure you absolutely
cannot work with --

Oh, no. Right. Okay.

- I, uh, I got it...Now.
- Yeah.

That's what
I wanted to hear.

When we don't have
any I.D. on him or her,

we take the fingerprint,

run it
through the system.

You usually get lucky.

This...might help.

Um, the tattoo
under his thumb?

Yeah, it looks like
some kind of bird.

A swallow, maybe?

If it is,
then he's probably Navy.

They see it
as a good omen.

When you see a swallow,
you know you're near land.

Um, my Uncle was a shipman.
He had one.

Look at you
helping us already.

Hey, Carlos.

Did you know that
forensic nurses bridge the gap

between victims
and law enforcement?

Oh, I get it.

You're making fun.

No. I just...

didn't know
there was a gap.

It's the hottest new field
in law enforcement.

Half the people
who walk into E.R.s

are the victim
of a violent crime.

Who better than to advocate
and help investigate

the circumstances
behind it?

But, clearly, the gap that needs
addressing is this one,

and that ain't
gonna be me.

You know,
seriously, um,

I get it if this is
a problem for you,

'cause if you showed up
at my work --

Weird. Yeah.

It'd be weird.
Yeah.
Yeah.

Just so we're clear,
um, the nurse thing?

Still doing it.

And medical school?

Yep,
just got my schedule.

Okay.

Let's go solve a murder.

Yeah.
Let's...go do that.

Well, it looks like you

and your little birdie,
or sparrow, were right.

Our victim
was in the Navy.

Had Daniel run his prints

through the military archives
in St. Louis.

So, who is he?

Uh...

Master Chief Doug Preston.

33-year-old non-commissioned
naval recruiter

covering offices and job fairs
between Florida and Georgia.

Military is sending through
his contact information,

so that's always fun -
notifying the family.

Uh, yeah, I'm familiar
with that pleasure.

Yeah, especially when you have
to investigate them for murder.

Speaking of family...
How's Ray?

Uh, so far,
he's kept his word,

he's driving a tow truck,
which, if you knew Ray,

is a substantial
fall from grace,

and he's spending a lot of time
with Jeff,

which Jeff really needed.

How are you doing?

Oh, you know me.
No complaints.

Oh.

I was just leaving you
a note.

Well, now you don't have to.
Um, what's up?

Just some
Kevin Fowler business --

I wanted to get you
up to speed.

Oh, Kevin Fowler.
He was our --

He's a serial killer.
Yeah. How can I forget?

Callie, right?

It's nice to see you.

Sam. Yeah.

Nice to see you, too.

Okay, well, uh,
we just caught a new one,

so, um, you want to bring me
up to speed later?

Oh, yeah, no, of course.

We can do it over dinner
tomorrow night.

We're still on, right?

Dinner. Yeah.
Yeah.

Dinner.
Great. I'll see you then.

Great.

Dinner?

Yeah, she's just --

Bringing you
up to speed.

Daniel's located the name
and address

of the victim's ex-wife.

Hey, you okay
with Callie observing?

I want her to get the feel of
how an investigation is built.

Oh, is there a gap in that, too?

Oh, yeah. No.
I'm good.

Good.

Have fun.

Thanks.

It's not a date.

It's dinner.
You know what?

If you want to go
and have dinner

with your old partner
from Chicago --

it's just dinner!

"Just dinner."
Right. I got it.

Hello.

Is there something
I can do for you?

Valerie Preston?
Yeah?

Hi.

Uh, Detective Longworth
with the FDLE.

And this is...Callie.

We knocked on the front door,
didn't get an answer,

but we heard
the music, so...

Yeah, it's my day off.
Is something wrong?

Actually,
I'm afraid there is.

We're sorry,
but your ex-husband, Doug,

has been murdered.

Oh, my God.

What happened?

Well, that's what
we're trying to find out.

When did you
last see Doug?

I don't know.
Three months ago, maybe.

You guys part
on good terms?

Yeah.

Yeah, we both realized

we jumped into it
a little too quickly.

We were only married
for four months.

Yeah,
you have to be careful

jumping into things
too quickly.

Where were you
last night?

I'm a cosmetic rep
for a local wholesaler.

I was in Tampa/St. Pete area
most of the last two days.

Got home late last night.

Well, I'll check on that,
of course.

Okay.
But I didn't kill him.

Okay.
I'm still gonna check.

As a naval officer,
did he carry a service revolver?

He did.

Know where he kept it?

He usually kept it
with him.

If it's enemies
you're looking for,

you might want to start
with his job.

He had problems at work?

Military recruiters
don't have fan clubs

so much as they have families
who hate them.

You mean families who have lost
someone to active duty.

Some letters came to the house,
hate mail.

Um, guess they thought
Doug still lived here.

- Well, do you still have some of them?
- Yeah.

I'll go get them.
Yeah? Great.

So, that's it?

That's what?

That's your great
investigation technique?

You saw what I did
with the sandal, right?

Tells me a man's
been here recently.

Well, she's divorced,

so I don't really
get the significance.

Well, might mean something.
Might mean nothing.

We'll see.

Yeah.
Those are the two options.

Let me know if there's
anything else I can do.

Oh, I will.

Yeah?

Jim Longworth, FDLE.

Can I ask you a few questions
about Doug Preston?

What about him?

He's dead.
He was murdered last night.

Those my letters?

Yeah.

Then I guess I see why
you came looking for me.

Yeah, I wrote a lot of crazy
shit to the son of a bitch.

What son of a bitch?

Oh, right,
the guy that was murdered.

Yeah.

If I were you,
I'd think I did it, too.

But I didn't.

In these letters,

you pretty much blame Doug
for your son's death.

In Afghanistan, a year ago.

Doug Preston
didn't pull the trigger,

but he dogged my son
relentlessly

from the day he turned 18.

Phone calls, texts.

He didn't have the balls
to come by the house.

Said he died a hero.

Like losing him was --

was gonna make it
more acceptable.

So that's why you started
writing him letters,

harassing him?

I did more than that.

I stopped by
the recruiting office

the day he came to town.

Made sure he knew
what he did.

That make you feel better?

Feel better
about losing a child?

Right.

Sorry.

But killing Doug -- that would
have made you feel better.

Yeah, probably.

But it wouldn't bring back
my son, now, would it?

No, sir, it wouldn't.

Oh, do you own a gun?

And I don't mean
a registered gun.

We already know
the answer to that.

I don't own a gun
of any kind.

And if I was
gonna kill the man

who was responsible
for my son's death,

I wouldn't dishonor him
by using a gun.

I'd use my bare hands.

Thank you for your time.

I was able to pull frags
out of Doug Preston's skull.

Hollow point.

Cop killers.

His ex-wife said he always carried
his service weapon on him.

Maybe he was killed
with his own Navy issue.

Maybe.
Same caliber -- 9 mill.

Not that we have his gun
to test against.

Death was instantaneous.

Based on liver temp,

I'm putting time of death
at 11:00 p.m. last night.

We ever find
his cellphone?

Mm, no, but according
to his records,

the only local phone call that
Doug Preston got last night

was at 9:37 p.m.
from a pay phone.

I'm running it down now
to see if I can find out

who used that pay phone
to call Doug Preston.

Then there's this --

a brownish-orange stain
on his jeans.

It's pureed carrots.

Pureed carrots?
Seems odd for a grown man.

Maybe a grown man who liked
pureed carrots.

Maybe they're rations.

More like for a baby,

something you feed
a 6- to 9-month-old infant?

Why would Doug
have by food on him?

'Cause they had a baby.

Valerie's definitely
given birth.

"Three sheets to the wind,

not a care in the world,
string-bikini" Valerie.

Yeah. You could tell
by her bellybutton.

There's this eyelid shape
that forms over the top

once you've given birth.

Huh. Makes me wonder what else
Valerie wasn't telling us.

Uh, I-I don't understand
what the big deal is.

The big deal is when people
fail to mention things

like they have a 9-month-old son
with my murder victim,

then I start to wonder
what else they might be hiding.

I'm not hiding anything.

You asked about Doug,
not if I had a baby.

Your son's father
is murdered,

and you didn't think
that was relevant?

Yeah, because other
than spilling your fourth --

no, fifth -- Margarita,
you don't seem that upset.

Of course,
another reason to drink

would be to celebrate
putting a bullet

in your good-for-nothing
ex-husband.

Doug and I were fine.

We divorced
before Cody was even born.

I have full custody,

and he hasn't missed
a single support payment.

Yeah. Where is Cody?

He's at the sitter's.

I told you,

I just spent the last two days
traveling for work.

I needed a little time
to myself.

- What's the sitter's name?
- Why?

Well, the better question would be,
"Why don't you want to tell us?"

No reason.

It's just I-I have more
than one sitter.

Well, the one that has Cody
right now would be great.

He's with Grace.

Grace...?

Ortiz.

Thank you.

She lives on the, uh...

...off the turnpike...
near...

Valerie,
is something wrong?

No. No.

Did something happen
to Cody?

No, no. No.

I don't think so.

"No" or
"You don't think so"?

I don't know.

Valerie.

Oh. She's going.

Valerie...
Can you hear me?

Valerie.

I just got off the phone
with Grace Ortiz.

She sat for Valerie
up until six weeks ago,

then she quit when Valerie
became "All-over crazy" --

Grace's words, not mine.

"Erratic" is what I'd call it.

- Cody's not with Grace?
- No.

She moved down to Pensacola
to live with her sister.

I had family services drive by
just to make sure.

So, where's her son?

It's not uncommon
to hide a kid

during a contentious
custody battle.

Maybe Doug decided
he wanted back in after all

and Valerie decided over
her dead body -- or his.

You see that?

It's a size 10.

It's about the size of the
sandal I saw in your backyard.

Hey, your ex-husband, Doug --
he's a size 10, isn't he?

So, either one
of his sandals

has managed to avoid
the lawnmower,

or he's been
to your house recently.

I told you -- I haven't seen
Doug in three months.

Well, actually,
there's a third explanation,

and that's that you have
a new man in your life.

You know,
some guy you're dating

that might have
helped you out

with your little custody issue
with Doug.

Doug didn't want custody.

He didn't want to have anything
to do with Cody...

or have any ties to me.

Help me out
with something else.

Why aren't you hysterical
that your son is missing?

Oh, wait. I know.
'Cause he's not missing, is he?

You know exactly
where he is.

Valerie?

He's with Bradley...

My boyfriend.

The owner of that sandal?

So, why did you tell us he was
with your former sitter?

I was just afraid
to tell you

that I left him with
my 24-year-old boyfriend.

It's just sometimes
I run out of options

and I need somebody
to watch Cody,

and he's always
willing to help.

Well,
I don't believe you --

- All that from a sandal.
- Yeah.

Pretty annoying to admit
sometimes,

but he's pretty damn good
at this.

It wasn't like that,
detective.

Doug and I were fine
for a while,

but then he found out
that I was pregnant --

not what he signed up for,
I guess -- and that was that.

He was gone.

It's a big decision --

having a child you knew
you'd be raising by yourself.

Valerie?

I love little Cody so much,

but sometimes I need
a break so bad.

I'm sorry.

Oh, no.

I'm sorry, but I'm gonna need
to talk to Bradley,

which means I'm gonna need to
keep you here till I do that.

Why?

So you can't speak to Bradley
and get your story straight.

Bradley Anderson?

Can I help you?

Yeah.

Whoa.
What's up with that?

We're looking
for Cody Preston.

His mom said
he was with you?

Yeah. Well, he was.

What do you mean,
"he was"?

Valerie had some sales calls
to make on the west coast,

so I watched him,

but I dropped him back off
at her place.

You dropped him off
at Valerie's?

Yeah. Why?
What's wrong?

- What's wrong is he's missing.
- Okay.

Missing?
What? He can't be.

Have you ever had contact
with her ex-husband,

Doug Preston?

No, I never even
met the guy.

Okay. Hold that thought.

Daniel.

Just got a phone call

from the motel manager
at the Thirsty Pelican Inn.

He saw Doug's murder
on the news.

Was Doug staying there?

Yeah, but not under
his real name.

He used an alias,
and he paid in cash.

Thanks.

We got a tip
on her ex-husband, Doug.

Her ex?
Hey, what the hell's going on?

Yeah, thank you
for your cooperation.

Well, hey,
let me know if Cody's okay!

Sorry about housekeeping.

We didn't know
there was anything wrong.

There's probably too much DNA in
this place to help us anyway.

He have a little boy with him,
about 9 months old?

Didn't see one.

Wait, wait.

Dulce!

Uh, the man
who was here yesterday,

he didn't have a little kid
with him, did he?

Sí.
A little boy.

Another man brought him over
and drop him off,

then he pack up
and take the baby.

What did this
other man look like?

Young.

Como 23, 24.

A baby face.

I don't know why
I didn't tell you the truth.

I-I panicked when I saw
your badge.

You panicked
because Doug paid you

to take Cody away from Valerie,
didn't he?

And when you realized you could
get more for stealing a baby,

you demanded more,
and, hey, Doug's dead.

No.

No, it wasn't like that.

Lucky for you,

why you shot Doug is not
as important as, where is Cody?

I don't know.

I swear.

And I didn't kill Doug.

I just thought
with Valerie's sitter gone,

she really needed a break.

Doug was Cody's father,
so I called him,

thought he could take his son
once in a while,

you know,
just when he was in town.

Say where he was going,
what his plans were?

No.

And it wasn't
until I drove away

that I realized
what a mistake I'd made.

God, I even forgot to give Doug
Cody's bankie.

Bankie?

Yeah, it's his, uh,
little blue blanket.

He can't sleep without it.

So, I-I drove back
to the motel,

but he had already
checked out,

then freaked when I saw
what happened on the news.

Just not enough to contact us
so we can get onto Doug's trail.

I know. I know.
I'm sorry.

I completely messed up.

But you have to understand,
Valerie's --

she's a great mom --
she is...

But she's totally alone,

and Doug thanked me
for calling him.

He said he felt terrible
that he walked away

and never did anything
to help.

I had no idea he'd run.
I swear it.

This murder investigation

has just become a priority-one
missing-persons case.

I issued an Amber Alert
on Cody Preston

and put out a BOLO for
Doug Preston's missing truck.

What did he know?

He claims nothing,

beyond being the last person
to see Doug Preston

and his son together.

He swears he doesn't know
what happened after that.

Well, unfortunately,
this may tell us what did.

It's Ben Morgan's
military records

and the real story behind
his death in Afghanistan.

Turns out Frank
has a pretty good reason

to be mad at the Navy.

Ben didn't die
a hero's death.

No.
He died alone and scared.

No backup.

"You take my son,
I'll take yours"?

Better known as motive.

The RV's missing.
He took off.

Looks like it.
Excuse me!

Your neighbor, Frank Morgan.
We were here earlier today.

There was an RV, a Winnebago,
parked right here.

Yeah, he pulled out
a couple hours ago.

- He say where he was going?
- No, just up and left --

like a bat out of hell, too.

Daniel.

Men and their driving --
never understood it.

Thanks.

Oh, and put a BOLO out
on Frank Morgan's RV.

Florida fish and game just found
Doug's abandoned vehicle.

Thank you!

Thanks.

Definite sign of a struggle
outside driver's-side door.

This is where
it all went down.

Car seat.

I found this.
Looks military issue.

Can't get a signal.

There was definitely a baby
in here recently.

There's still spit-up
in the safety-lock reservoir

that hasn't
evaporated yet.

I'll see your spit-up

and raise you a receipt
from Clearmont Pharmacy.

Oh!

Big, fat wad of cash...

and Doug Preston's
passport.

So, robbery
wasn't a motive.

Maybe he was flying
under the radar --

cleared his account,
stopped using his credit cards.

But why?

Yeah, I don't know,

but Doug Preston
definitely had a plan,

and that plan
didn't work out for him.

And there's still a baby missing
out there somewhere.

Did you find my baby?!

Not yet,
but we found Doug's car,

and we think that Cody
might have been with him.

No! No, Doug would have
never taken Cody.

Okay. While you think that
Bradley was watching Cody,

he was actually meeting
with Doug

so that he could help you
take care of your son.

Bradley would never do that.
Why would he do that?

'Cause he thought
that you were overwhelmed.

He wanted to help you.

Where's Cody?

Where is he?!

We don't know.

But he's alive, right?

He's okay?

Valerie...

Are you saying he's dead?

No.

All we know right now
is that your son is missing,

but we have everyone
in the state looking for him.

This is footage
from the pharmacy

where Doug
was last seen alive.

According to store records,
Doug bought baby supplies --

food, formula,
diapers, wipes,

baby aspirin,
and a bottle of Pedialyte.

Paid for in cash,
I'm guessing.

So, this is earlier the day
of the murder,

10 hours before
the estimated time of death?

According to Dr. Sanchez,
yeah.

Oh, and I tracked down
that pay phone.

It's near a box store
in Palm Glades.

No ATM or traffic cams,
unfortunately.

And Bradley, Valerie,
and Frank Morgan

all live
within a few miles,

so it doesn't really eliminate anyone.
Yeah.

According to
search and rescue,

based on terrain,
access roads,

and working back
from point of attack,

our estimated search area
is over 400 square miles

and growing
by the minute.

It's the very definition
of a needle in a haystack.

Or a baby.
Wait.

Hello, Frank Morgan.

As in the last person
to see Doug Preston alive.

Yeah, with baby Cody.

Is Callie
with the mother?

Apparently, the news
didn't go over very well.

Valerie collapsed.

Callie had to admit her
into the hospital.

Daniel, go and work
on that search warrant

for Frank Morgan's house.
On it.

Oh. Well,
we got partial good news.

The Highlands County
Sheriff's Department

just found
Frank Morgan's RV

parked outside the Highlands
Hammock State Park.

Partial as in
"No sign of the boy."

Unfortunately, no.

But they're bringing Frank in
as we speak.

Good.

I'd like to have a little chat
with Frank.

I wasn't running.
I swear it.

So, you were questioned
by police

in the murder of someone
you're on record as threatening,

had motive to kill,

and you suddenly decide to go
on a joy ride?

Did I really need to say
"Don't leave town"?

I didn't have
anything to do

with Doug Preston's murder,
detective.

And I definitely
wouldn't harm a child.

Considering you know yourself
what it's like to lose one,

I'd like to believe that.

Unfortunately, that's the reason
I think you did.

Eye for an eye,
tooth for a tooth?

You're saying
I-I-I killed his son

to make up
for the loss of mine?

We have you on tape
fighting with Doug,

with baby Cody,

10 hours
before he was shot dead.

Look, I-I admit I saw him
in the parking lot.

Oh, you were just
in the parking lot?

It's a mall,
for crying out loud!

And, yeah,
I did have a head of steam up,

but before
I could say a word,

he started...
Apologizing to me.

Apologizing for what?

Recruiting my son.

Said he felt like shit
for pushing so hard,

that he was just
doing his job,

but as a father,
he understood my anguish.

I never even knew
he was a father.

He never mentioned it.

But I could see
he meant it,

you know,
holding his boy like that.

And what it would be like
to lose that boy.

No --

he said he was taking a leave
from his job,

he was reassessing
his life,

and he was gonna
settle down.

He...just wanted
to be a good dad.

So, all of that resentment,
all that anger

about losing Ben just went away
with an apology?

I'm not saying that.

Yeah, it -- it helped.

Wouldn't expect you
to believe it.

That's why I didn't say anything
about me and Doug.

Yeah, well,
it's a damn shame

that the only person that can
corroborate your story is dead.

'Cause the FDLE is scouring
your RV and your home, Frank,

and if they find
one piece of evidence

that can link you forensically
to Doug or to Cody,

I'll make sure you go away
for life.

Cody is definitely sick.

That's why Doug was buying
Pedialyte and baby aspirin.

What's the
lab report say?

From the mucus
in his spit-up,

they've, uh, picked up
some kind of infection.

Viral or bacterial?

I'm running further tests

to determine
what we're dealing with.

But if it's viral,
it'll run its course.

Yeah,
and if it's bacterial,

he could go into sepsis
if it's left untreated.

How is Valerie?

Is she well enough
to help us yet,

like, you know, maybe confess
or tell us who did this?

They've got her sedated,

and I've ordered
a psych evaluation.

Erratic behavior,
gaps in memory,

self-medicating
with alcohol --

it could be depression
brought on by postpartum,

but I-I don't know.

There's something definitely
going on with her.

Yeah, a little thing
called guilt?

Survivor's guilt.
Yeah, maybe.

Well, just in case.
Daniel!

- Yeah?
- Check Valerie's credit-card purchases,

see if she came straight back
from that business trip

or stopped off
at that big-box store.

Yeah, you got it.

Also, I got the walkie
to work --

rewired it,
charged the battery.

Still just getting static,
though.

Don't those things
usually come in twos?

Was there another one
found at the crime scene?

No, just this one.

Wait.

What if Doug was using
the walkie-talkie

as a baby monitor?

Okay, it's got to be
one of the channels.

Maybe if we go off-road.

Even healthy adults can only
go 96 hours without water.

I mean, a toddler
who was dehydrated,

not holding down food --

maybe 12 hours.

18 hours, his body will start
shutting down.

Plus an infection?

Jim, I don't know.

No, don't think it.
Don't even say it.

Believe me,
I'm trying not to.

Please be right

and not that we just couldn't
find the other walkie-talkie.

Look.

I'm thinking if Doug knew
he was going for a meeting

and he knew that meeting
could go bad,

he'd put Cody
in a safe place, right?

Right.

Oh, my God, Jim.

I...I know.

It's a baby. It's Cody.
He's alive.

Yeah, but where?

This walkie-talkie has a range
of about 15 miles.

Now, each one has been paired
to the same frequency

as the one with baby Cody.

Now, these aren't like
cellphones.

They can't be triangulated
to pinpoint his exact location.

The good news
is that this shrinks

our search area considerably.

The bad news is that
we're still looking

at about 70 square miles
of terrain to cover.

If your area falls into anything
residential or commercial,

knock on doors.

Show them pictures of Cody.

Look, listen, and be aware,

and let's bring this boy home.

Okay, move out.

Come on, Cody, little buddy.
Hang in there.

Hey, do you hear
that squeaking sound?

Yeah.

Squeaky toy, maybe?

That's good news, right?

He still has the strength
to squeeze it?

You got a unit
on Bradley?

No need to.

He's been to
the station twice,

calls every half-hour looking
for updates on Cody's rescue.

He's either really worried
or really good.

Any word from Callie?

She's checking on Valerie
at the hospital.

They're going to run
some tests.

If she's thinking
postpartum,

in extreme cases,
sufferers are capable

of just about anything --

suicide, homicide,
infanticide.

Well, at the moment,
Cody is still alive,

so let's just focus
on finding him,

then we can worry
about whether or not

Valerie had anything to do
with her ex-husband's murder.

Daniel found a bar down the road
from the crime scene

that Valerie dropped into
the night Doug was murdered.

He's gonna tag along with me
for the ride,

then I'll check on Callie
at the hospital.

Okay.

Your omega 3s
are extremely low,

which is a good indicator
for postpartum.

Have you been aware of
any feelings of depression?

I only knew I wasn't enjoying
any of it --

a beautiful son,
being a mom.

I'd bring him into bed with me
to help him sleep,

then have to face the wall
so he wouldn't see me crying.

Where's your family?

We don't have
a relationship.

We haven't been in touch
in years.

So, you're alone,
overwhelmed,

self-medicating
with alcohol, drugs.

No. No drugs.

And the drinking --
I don't even like to drink.

But sometimes it's the only way
I can deal with it all.

It's a terrible thing to say.
I know.

I'm not a cop, Valerie.

I'm a nurse,
and I'm not judging you.

There's a lot of women who are
suffering from postpartum

who don't even know it,

especially if they don't have
a spouse

or a family around.

The good news is...

...We know Cody's alive.

We can hear him.

Yeah.

But we need your help.

He's out there somewhere,
and he needs you.

I don't know where he is.

I know.
I'm just -- I'm just saying...

If you could think of somewhere
that Doug might take Cody

or someone who wants
to hurt Doug --

I don't know!
I swear.

Can't -- can't the police
just contact his family?

They have...
And his employer,

and nobody even knew he was
down here right now.

I'm asking you
to think hard.

Who would want to hurt
your family?

Does Cody have his Fuzzy?

His Fuzzy?

It's Cody's blanket.
Does he have his Fuzzy?

He -- he can't go to sleep
without Fuzzy.

I don't know.

He can't sleep
without Fuzzy!

He has to --
you have to find --

I'm an awful mom.

Yeah, I'm positive.
That's her.

Like I told this guy,
she came in by herself.

Had just driven back
from a business trip

in Tampa or something.

She seem angry,
agitated?

Not at first.

She had a couple
glasses of wine,

then some guy
tried to buy her a drink.

She went a little nuts
on him.

For buying her a drink?

Yeah, she went off
on some guy named Doug,

how he ruined her life,

how she hated
the son of a bitch.

I mean, seriously,

that's, like,
the first time

I've ever had to throw
somebody out

for having a fight with somebody
who wasn't even here.

And what time was this?

Around 9:00, 9:30,
I think.

Two hours before Doug
was killed.

And we're just 30 minutes
up the turnpike

from where
the murder happened.

You have a pay phone?

Pay phone?

I haven't seen one of those
in years.

Try the next exit
off the turnpike

where all those
big-box stores are.

Probably the closest one
around here.

That's where the pay phone is,
the one used to call Doug.

On it.

- Thanks for your time.
- You got it.

Jim, I'm telling you,
you can't push her right now.

We have an eyewitness that puts
Valerie drinking at a bar,

raging at her
son-of-a-bitch ex-husband

30 minutes
from the crime scene

and two hours
before he was killed.

She's suffering
from postpartum depression.

Her hormonal levels
are parabolic.

It -- there's no way
she could pull off a plan

to lure in her ex-husband
and then kill him.

I mean, she can barely
account for her time.

Because, uh,
a hormonal woman

would never kill an ex-husband
for trying to steal their son?

And you don't know she can't
account for her time.

She could be playing you.

That's what murderers do,
Callie -- they lie.

Okay. There's still a big leap
from being a liar

to "She killed her ex-husband
and maybe even her child."

Yeah, and --
and postpartum psychosis

is still motive for murder,
suicide, and infanticide.

Look, you may feel sorry
for her, even like her,

but that doesn't mean
she's not guilty.

Valerie?

No!
No, it was a mistake!

It was all a huge mistake!

What was a mistake?

You know what I did!

You know!

Why are you torturing me?!

Valerie?

I did it.

I killed Doug.

I'll sign
whatever you want.

I'll do anything you want.

I just want my baby back.

I just want this to be over.

- Then where is Cody?
- I don't know.

You confessed to
killing Doug, Valerie.

Your son is with him.

If you killed
your ex-husband,

tell us what you know so we can
try and find your son.

I don't know.
I can't remember!

Um, why don't we try
what you do remember --

about your marriage,

your time with Doug
before things went bad.

I-I got caught up
in the romance, I guess --

the flowers, the candy,

the champagne
on his friend's boat...

The wedding,
but I-it wasn't real.

Doug wasn't real.

But you went through with it,
right?

The pregnancy, the baby.

I threw up.

I thought I was seasick,

but I guess I was
already pregnant, and...

We conceived Cody on --

on his friend's boat
at the marina.

My escape.

Our little romantic nest.

I can still hear the boat

rubbing against
the wake bumpers.

Okay, the murder, Valerie.
Bradley -- was he involved?

Help me out here.

I should never have
dragged him into this.

Dragged him into what,
Valerie?

What did you
drag him into?

It doesn't matter.

What matters is,
is that I killed Doug

and my son is...

I don't know where my baby is.

Okay. Okay,
listen to me, Valerie.

Maybe the reason that you don't
know where your son is,

is maybe you didn't
kill Doug.

Okay?
You're beating yourself up.

You're punishing yourself 'cause
you think you're a bad mother.

I get that.

But confessing to something
you didn't do

is not helping us
find your son,

so I'm asking you
one last time --

did you kill Doug?
Yes.

Valerie...

Did you kill Doug?

No.

No.

Wait.
You got her to unconfess?

Yeah. It's the first time
I've ever had to do that.

Callie didn't like me
pushing her like that,

but at this point,

we can't afford to go down
any more blind alleys.

Well,
at least that lines up

with the forensic report
I just got.

They found several short
blond hairs in Frank's RV.

Oh, and, Jim,
he stopped mumbling,

and we haven't heard
any voices --

just that squeaky toy.

All right.
We're on our way.

Well, squeaky toy --
that's still a good sign, right?

If he's in sepsis,

I seriously doubt that he'll
be able to have the strength

or the cognitive awareness
to squeeze a toy.

What about Valerie's
cognitive awareness?

It's all over the place.
Why?

Well, she can remember
some things,

like where she and Doug
conceived Cody,

but not whether or not
she killed Doug?

Because she didn't
kill Doug.

That's the psychosis.

Reality's much more vivid.

She said she got seasick, right,
on Doug's friend's boat?

Right.

What if that squeaky noise
we've been hearing

isn't a squeaky toy?

Jim, I don't know.
Is this crazy?

Yeah. At this point,
I'll take crazy.

My escape.

That's him.
It's Cody.

Okay. Okay, Cody.

Hi, honey.
It's okay.

Yeah, he's burning up.

We have to get him
to the hospital.

Do you see
his Fuzzy anywhere?

His Fuzzy?

Yeah,
his little blue blanket.

Okay, well, I'll try and find
it. You go, go, go. Go, go.

All right. Okay.

Yeah. We got him.

Is he okay?

Well, he's burning up
with fever.

Callie's got him now.
We're gonna take him to the E.R.

Great job, Jim.

Thanks, Daniel.
Yeah.

No, that's kind of
what I figured.

Hey.

Hey.
I got your message.

Yeah. You got bankie?

Yeah, I did.
Great.

I'm just so glad
you found Cody.

How -- how is he?

Well, he's on antibiotics
and fluids,

trying to get the fever down,
you know?

We got to him
just in time.

Oh, God.

So, uh, well,
what happened?

Did you figure out
who did this?

We did. Yeah.

We found several blond hairs
in the RV of a suspect.

We're testing them
to see if they match Cody.

How's, uh, how's Valerie?
She must hate me.

More confused than hate.

You know, 'cause of
the whole postpartum thing.

But I'm sure once the meds
kick in

and she can process
that you killed Doug...

And kept your mouth shut

while leaving her son
alone to die,

well, yeah,
I'm pretty sure

she's gonna be
pretty pissed off at you.

Uh, wait.

I-I thought you said
you found a hair.

Yeah.
Wasn't a match.

But I did find
this note --

where Doug
was keeping Cody.

"Get bankie,
Sawgrass Preserve, 11:00."

So?
That doesn't mean anything.

11:00 -- time of death.

It means that Doug
was killed

when he met someone
to get Cody's blanket,

which Valerie and Cody
call "Fuzzy."

It's only you
that calls it a bankie.

When you went to the motel
to give this to Doug,

then realized he'd taken off
with Cody, you panicked.

You needed a plan.

So, you called him
from a pay phone

at a big-box store
at 9:37,

which our paid intern
just confirmed.

You told him that Cody couldn't
sleep without his bankie.

So, Doug agreed
to meet you,

but he didn't bring Cody,

so you couldn't undo
your mistake.

So you fought,

but he wouldn't tell you
where Cody was,

even when you grabbed
for his gun.

He threatened me with it,
t-tried to scare me off.

We scuffled --

Yeah, yeah, blah, blah, blah.
The gun went off.

You know what?

I know you thought you were
trying to help Valerie,

but bottom line,

you just didn't want
to take care of her kid.

I was just
trying to help.

But I'm -- I don't know anything
about kids.

I never had to
take care of one.

I was just trying
to help Valerie!

Oh, God.
Oh, God. Please.

I've been sick to death
worrying about Cody.

I'm losing my mind
looking for him!

Oh, God!

Oh, God.

Shh.

You're gonna be okay, Cody.

Mommy's here.

She -- she's right here.

You know what?
We should, um, let him rest.

It's okay.

Hey.
He's gonna be okay.

We have him on I.V. fluids
and antibiotics.

He'll cycle through a few fevers
in the next few days,

but he's gonna be fine.

You're gonna be okay, too.

You have to realize
that you've also been sick,

but postpartum
is treatable.

And with the right medications
to balance you out

and counseling,
you'll be fine.

And -- and Cody?

I mean,
w-will he and I...I mean...

It might take some time,

but if you can prove
to family services

and the courts that
you're committed to this,

you guys can be
a family again.

Thank you.

I-I don't know what I would have
done without you.

I thought
I was going insane.

You found Fuzzy.

Why don't you
take it to him?

Hey, Cody.

Hey, look what I have.

Mommy's got Fuzzy.

Do you want Fuzzy?

You sure you want
to be a doctor?

'Cause you're actually
one hell of a cop.

Now you're just
insulting me.

Oh, really?

After all this,
you still hate cops?

Yes!

This was terrifying...

And a little amazing.

Uh-huh.

...Finding Cody alive.

Well, police work
may have found her son,

but you definitely saved Valerie
from losing Cody forever.

So, I guess
there is a gap

between victims
and law enforcement.

Oh! I'm sorry.

Is that you admitting to being
a little judgmental

about forensic nursing?

Well, I think "judgmental"
is a little...judgmental.

You have to...go shower.

I need a shower?

Yeah, for your date tonight,
remember?

It's not a date.
It's...dinner.

Right, where she can catch you
up to speed.

You know, around
the same table -- yes.

You know she's totally
playing you, right?

How is she playing me?

Acting like she's cool
working with you, being here,

like she's cool with me.

She is cool with you.

Yeah, she's totally cool
with me.

Just...

Be careful, okay?

Yeah. Okay.

I'm not into her anymore.
You know that, right?

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