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Please.

No.

It hasn't been that long.

It's been four years since our last vacation together.

Last year we went away on that weekend, remember?

I mean a real vacation.

Right.

What if I don't even know how to vacation anymore?

The first step is putting away your laptop.

Okay.

Second is ditching your cell phone. Come on, give it over.

That's a hard no.

We have a SAT phone on the island, just in case.

- Can I check my e-mails? - No, you can't.

Okay, so...

I'm gonna go check in with the captain and pack the boat, if you wanna

- poke in around town. - Okay.

It just feels weird without my laptop, so I'm gonna take...

You know what that feeling is?

It's called freedom.

You should try it.

- Great. - Don't worry, you can do this.

Gorgeous day. Where are you from?

I'm visiting from New York City.

Life moves a bit slower out here.

Can I help you find anything?

- Just browsing. - Okay.

You vacationing here?

Yeah, my husband and I are here for the whole summer.

I just finished a big project,

and he has a flexible schedule, he's an actor.

An actor...

"The Bryant Family Murders,"

that's a really good one.

- Really? - The author

figured out who did it.

I won't tell you just in case you decide to read it.

I've already read it. Thank you.

I couldn't believe it was his daughter!

I did not see that one coming.

So, what's your name?

Carly Travers.

My goodness, this is you.

My!

A real-life author in my very own store.

- What was your name? - It's Kathy.

- Kathy, nice to meet you. - Nice to meet you.

Well...

They must've been shocked

when they found out it was their daughter.

Let me know if you need any help here,

or if you need anything around town.

Thank you. Actually...

I have a question, I'm staying on Crawford Island.

- Crawford Island? - Yeah.

So you know all about Diana Crawford.

I do. That is quite the mystery.

Is this your next book?

No, I'm just vacationing.

You should know the Crawfords are loved in this town.

Absolutely. I didn't mean to intrude.

I just wanted some reading material about the island so...

All right.

You can go and see Mrs. Palmer over at the library.

She can set you up with reading material.

Okay.

Have a safe trip.

Thank you.

We're all loaded up, hon.

Okay.

Goodbye, Internet. Okay.

Island's eight acres.

The shore is too steep to dock, so this is the safest place to do it.

Only place, really. That'll get you around.

We're about two miles from the mainland.

Leave the bags there. I'll give you a tour,

then I'll come back and get them.

Watch your step.

Crawford Manor was built in 1925 by John Henry Crawford.

John Henry was a Pleasance Bay legend.

He left to make it big on Wall Street,

and returned some years later to marry his high school sweetheart, Diana.

The manor was a symbol of his love.

These days, the Pleasance Bay's Historical Society.

We preserve the manor and the island,

and we rent it out to help cover the expenses.

Right this way.

What's that?

That's an old guest house.

It's scheduled for demolition at the end of the month.

Let's go. We're almost there.

Welcome to Crawford Manor.

Pictures online don't do it justice, right?

It's incredible.

This was a really good idea.

Let's go.

Look at the size of this thing.

Is that John Henry?

The man himself.

This place is spectacular.

It's a big draw for historical buffs and, of course, the mystery crowd.

Mystery crowd?

All right.

Let's see this.

Lady of the house.

The story goes

that after a few years of living here, John Henry started seeing

a shadowy figure on the island,

but Diana just dismissed it as a figment of his imagination.

One night he went into town and she stayed home.

That was the last time he ever saw her.

Next morning her body washed up on shore.

She had been strangled.

None of the neighbors saw anybody dock a boat,

so the legend is that the shadowy figure killed her.

So young, her whole life ahead of her.

You actually look a bit like her.

Maybe around the eyes.

Really?

There is actually a bit of a funny connection.

I think she is

my great grandfather's cousin's wife,

but I have to do a little bit more digging.

You said that you wanted to look into your family history,

but you never mentioned this interesting factor.

So the police never figured it out?

It's a cold case.

- Well, thank you. - My pleasure, you two enjoy.

We'll see you in town, captain.

Sure thing.

You knew the whole time.

- You knew it and you lied to me. - No, I didn't.

Are we even on vacation or we're here so you can research a new book?

You know, what bothers me is that if you'd just asked me,

I would've said yes.

The only reason why I didn't want you to start again

is because of what happened last time.

I'm not researching a new book. I'm not.

I was just curious about this place,

and when you said that you wanted to go away,

I just thought we could kill two birds, that's all.

Obviously, I'm tired and we've had a long day.

I just think we should have a bath,

have a glass of wine,

and maybe talk about it another time.

Okay?

- I love you. - Me too.

Carly!

This place is huge.

This room's twice the size of our apartment.

Yesterday we were fighting for a spot on the I Train,

and now it's just the sound of crashing waves

on our own private island.

This is the summer of us.

You, me, crashing waves, relaxation.

That, I can get behind.

To Crawford Island.

How'd you sleep?

Good. Except one of the windows came unlatched upstairs

and started making a ton of noise.

- I must've slept right through it. - Yeah, you did.

This ocean air, I was out like a light.

And then I stepped on some glass

when I was trying to deal with the window.

Are you okay?

- It hurts. - Let me see it.

You cut yourself.

I couldn't find any broken windows,

so I don't know where the glass came from.

Hold on a second though.

This doesn't look good.

Let me see. There we go... That!

- Stop! - What's that? No!

We have to stock up on groceries when we head to the mainland today.

The mainland?

You are really sounding like an islander.

I know. It comes very naturally.

And also, I'm gonna spend like an hour at the coffee shop

checking emails and sending out some job applications.

Are you gonna stay here or...?

No, I'm gonna come in, poke around town.

I hear they have a good library.

"Well, we're going to set sail through the high seas at midday, milady.

You better be prepared."

That's a good pirate impersonation.

"Have I ever told you the pirate myth of Crawford Island?"

Well, that wasn't too hard to get here.

Hopefully, you paid attention because you're driving back.

- We have cell service again. - Yeah.

- Hey. - There you are.

There was a lady asking about you in town last night.

- Did she leave a name? - No.

Pretty, brunette.

She said she knew you from the city.

Are you expecting anyone?

No one I know.

Who knows we're here?

I barely told anyone.

If you see her again, will you get her name?

- Yeah, will do. - Thanks.

Look, it's probably someone we forgot we told, okay?

- So... - Yeah.

Good luck with your emails. And can you get some wine?

- Thank you. - Of course.

- Hi, are you Mrs. Palmer? - I am.

I'm Carly Travers.

Kathy told me that you might be coming by.

News travels fast.

There's not a lot of news in this town. You're practically an event.

Thank you, I think.

I'm a huge true crime fan.

And a little bit of an amateur sleuth myself.

- Really? - We have all your books.

Even the first one, "Disappearance on Route 9."

Well, that takes me back.

And we have the latest, "The Bryant Family Murders."

What an unexpected end.

I watched the documentary too.

The eldest brother was in total denial about what his sister did.

I actually happen to have my own copies of your books here.

Would you mind signing them for me?

Thank you. That's really flattering.

I actually don't sign books anymore.

It stopped feeling right.

Some of the families are upset about being written about.

They're just angry at the world and they take it out on me.

That's unfortunate.

Yeah. I guess, part of the job nowadays.

Kathy told me where you're staying.

You must've heard about the Crawford Murder.

I have, but I would love to know more.

It's the great mystery of Pleasance Bay.

Follow me. I have a few things you won't find on any website.

Why don't you take a look at this while I go pull some film?

Straightforward title.

It was written by a local author in the 60s,

but never widely circulated.

There's a chapter on the Crawfords in there.

I'll be back in a jiffy.

Hello again.

All-righty.

These are local newspaper articles from around the time Diana died.

- A good place to start. - Thank you.

Let's get this old beast fired up.

All right.

He's here.

I was trying not to scare you.

Sorry, I was in my own little world.

You solved the case yet?

What's this?

- You're ready? - Yeah.

- For real? - Yeah.

I mainly teach now. Carly's the star.

Well, that's very exciting. Teaching acting in New York City!

Are you at the university?

No, it's an academy, but I recently left.

I'm switching careers. Figuring out what to do next.

Which gave us the chance to come here for a break.

We're happy to have you here in Pleasance Bay.

There's some other materials buried in the back somewhere,

records and such. I'll see what I can find for you.

Really, I can look through them myself.

I'm happy to do it. Give me something to do other than dust.

In a day or two, I'll let you know what I've found.

Great.

So, what's the story so far?

- I don't wanna... - It must be so compelling

that you can't stay away.

- So tell me, what have you found? - Kevin...

The last family attacked you, right?

Remember when Steven Bryant hit you with a crowbar

and smashed your arm?

You never know who you're gonna piss off by digging around.

I can't believe that you are starting this again.

You know what? You need to stop.

Stop what, writing?

No, you need to stop with the true crime stuff.

- Try writing fiction for once. - Fiction?

Kevin, you don't get it.

These are real people's lives.

They're not here anymore, but that doesn't mean

they don't deserve our help.

I don't want you to get hurt again.

I don't think that's what this is about.

- Of course it is. - No, I don't think it is.

All right.

If you wanna say something, why don't you just say it?

We weren't having problems before my book was a bestseller.

You think I'm jealous.

You think this is about me?

You couldn't sleep when researching the Bryant murders.

You screamed murder in your sleep. It was taking control over you.

These things consume you. Can't you see that?

Okay, stop it.

Excuse me, I'm so sorry, are you Carly Travers?

Yeah.

Hi. My God, I'm such a big fan.

Are you serious?

I've read every book.

You really put yourself into the work.

I feel I'm right there with you when you're solving all the cases.

- Thank you. - I've learned so much from you.

Like how to track down suspects and persons of interest.

That's how I found you.

What?

Are you impressed?

It was nice meeting you, but we need to be going.

You're Kevin, aren't you?

I'm really sorry you lost your job.

Was it voluntary or just, you know...?

- I'm gonna leave now. Okay? - Would you sign...?

- She doesn't sign books. - You know what? I'll do it quickly.

- Thank you so much. - Here you go.

Thank you.

See you again.

I still don't understand how she knew I got laid off.

I don't know. Fans are a resourceful bunch of people.

Yeah. She seemed harmless though, right?

I don't know.

At least we have our own private island.

It helps keep the stalkers at bay.

- Where are you going? - Hey!

Carly!

I could've sworn I just saw...

a woman in a white dress.

A woman in white?

Where?

I don't know.

I'm sorry. Let's go inside.

You got up early.

I couldn't sleep.

Look, yesterday...

I...

I'm sorry.

Same.

I'm gonna go to town in a little bit.

I'm just gonna stick around here.

Okay.

Just making sure.

- You're okay? - Yeah.

I can't believe you found all this stuff.

Never throwing anything out finally paid off.

There's John Henry, captain of the swim team.

Here's something neat I found.

I haven't seen a lot of photos of the manor from back then.

Wait a second.

I think that's Charles Travers.

There's some names on the back.

It is!

That's my great-grandfather.

He was John Henry's cousin.

I didn't realize he was close with the Crawfords.

Wait, you're connected to the Crawfords?

Yeah. That's why I'm interested in this case.

Okay.

Well, on a grim note,

here's a copy of Diana's autopsy report.

I've never seen one of these before.

"Death by asphyxiation. Most likely strangulation."

All neighbors confirmed that she was alone on the island.

Maybe John Henry never left the island.

I found an article here

that went over his alibi from that night.

Witnesses say that they saw him all over town,

hitting up the pubs, schmoozing with the town council,

the boat never left Pleasance Bay dock.

Did anything ever come about

regarding the shadowy figure John Henry claimed he kept seeing?

No. Not in anything that I saw.

I know it's been a very long time,

but do you think there's anyone in town

who might've known the Crawfords who's still around?

The only person I can think of is Louise Bellak,

- Kathy's mother. - Kathy...

From the antique shop?

Yeah, they live above the store.

Yeah.

She wasn't keen on me looking into the Crawfords.

I don't think she'll love me interviewing her elderly mother.

Let me give Louise a call and see if she's up for a visit.

We can bypass Kathy altogether.

Thank you.

There's a separate entrance to the residence from behind the store.

Well, I like the way you think.

What did you say in the intro to the Bryant Murders?

"Truth is the only peace for the unsolved murdered."

Mrs. Palmer told you not to tell my daughter about your visit?

She did, yes.

Kathy doesn't like me talking about Crawford Island.

She's friends with John Henry's great nephew.

He helped finance the store.

They're still very influential in town.

So we'll keep our voices low.

I worked in a dress shop down the block.

Diana used to come in after they moved to the island.

And what was she like?

Warm. Friendly.

We talked sometimes about life.

He broke Diana's heart when he left for Wall Street.

So they broke up.

He came back and built the manor

to try and win her back.

Well, it worked and they got married.

But then he left on one of his overseas trips.

He'd be gone for months.

He lost his money near the end.

Fired all the servants,

and then left Diana alone on that island.

And she stayed with him because she was in love with him?

She never loved him as much after he left the first time.

I think she wanted to leave, but never got the chance.

There's something familiar about your face.

What did you say your last name was?

Travers.

My great grandfather, Charles Travers, was John Henry's cousin.

I just learned he'd visited the island. Did you know him?

He...

No...

Are you all right, Louise?

I'm suddenly very tired.

Kathy's taking me to Wednesday service,

so I really should rest beforehand.

Absolutely.

Thank you for chatting with me.

- Great. - Hi. I'm sorry, I was just...

Mrs. Palmer sent you, didn't she?

I don't wanna cause any trouble.

I just wanted to chat with your mom.

About the Crawfords, right?

My mother doesn't need to be bothered,

neither do the Crawfords.

Stirring up trouble where there is none.

It's not good for her health.

I understand. I'm sorry for the disturbance.

Have a great evening.

The last thing Pleasance Bay needs is someone like you

dragging our town through the mud.

Understood.

My gosh, I'm so sorry.

- Are you okay? - Yeah, I'm fine.

- We've all been there, right? - I was a little distracted.

- Good book? - Yeah, it's just some research.

You're the author everyone's been talking about.

You're staying on Crawford Island?

Yeah, I'm Carly.

I'm Lauren, nice to meet you. I live on an island across from you.

I've never been to Crawford though.

I guess if you're from here, you never bother to see it.

Well, it's beautiful.

If you wanna stop by, no guests yet, you're welcome to.

Yeah, I'll have to. I've heard so many crazy stories.

Tell me about it.

I gotta go, but it was really nice meeting you.

Yeah. Good luck with the book.

- I'll see you soon. - Thanks. Bye.

I think we should explore the island tomorrow.

Go on a hike or something.

Yeah, that sounds nice.

Can we do it in the afternoon?

I wanna dig into everything I got from the library. It's a lot.

Tell me something.

Does this stuff make you happy

or miserable?

Bit of both.

Do I make you happy or miserable?

Of course you make me happy.

I'm sorry.

I get it.

When I'm fixated on a story, it's like I can go away

and leave you alone on an island all by yourself.

God, am I the John Henry of this story?

No. Relax.

No, you're way hotter.

Thank you.

You do make me happy.

You do.

- Hey. - Hey!

Ready to go for a hike?

I just found these old boxes.

There's tons of stuff in here. I have to go through it.

Right. So you're not coming.

Do you mind?

Have fun.

Diana, my love.

Being separated from you for such a lengthy time

is a torture I hope to never endure again.

I cannot bear one more sunrise without you.

The profundity of my love

is matched only by the way in which your absence consumes me.

I long for the day when this will all be over.

My dear, sweet Charles.

Your last letter was truly a gift,

easing the hardship of our distance.

Your tender words are like music to me.

As the months float by, his sway becomes more resolute.

As the stars glisten over the bay, my only solace is knowing

you gaze upon the same night sky.

I will be there soon.

Yours, Diana.

What happened to you, Diana?

- Hi there, pretty lady. - My God.

It's just me. Don't worry.

I did not hear you come in.

So...

I found some stuff upstairs.

Yeah, you did. What is this?

Love letters. A full box of them.

Look at this.

"Diana, my love..."

Look who signed it.

C. A. Travers.

Travers?

Charles Travers, my great-grandfather.

So he was writing sweet nothings to the wife of his...

- Cousin. - Right.

Scandalous, I know.

Diana was having an affair.

Yeah, it looks like it.

Which could've given John motive to kill.

So you think it was John Henry.

The thing is John did have an alibi.

I don't know... Maybe this gives Charles motive?

Maybe she rejected him.

I don't know where he was the night that she was killed.

Maybe he was an obsessed lover.

Could be.

Look at you getting all intrigued by the mystery.

This place has great stuff.

I saw some even better ones down the street.

This is Kevin.

Yeah.

Yeah.

I don't know, pick it up when...

Thursday's probably a good day.

That's nice to hear.

Right. Out of New York City.

Yeah, I'll make it happen.

I'll figure it out.

Great. Thank you very much.

I will see you soon. Okay, bye.

That was H. P. Acting Studios.

- And? - They have an opening.

- That's great! - Yeah!

It'll start in the fall, but they wanna fill the position this week.

Problem is,

they should interview me tomorrow morning.

- Tomorrow morning? - Yeah.

Well, if you wanna do it, let's go get your stuff.

Are you gonna be okay by yourself?

Yeah, of course.

- Are you sure? - Of course.

This is a big opportunity.

- I'll be here when you get back. - Okay.

I will see you tomorrow afternoon.

And we can toast to your new job.

It's just an interview.

No, I have a good feeling about this.

I love you. You know that.

Yeah. I love you too.

I just want to make sure you know that before I take off.

You're going to New York, not war, Kevin.

It's pretty much the same thing, right?

"He's starting to believe that the imaginary figure in the woods

is just his imagination.

We have nothing to worry about."

Bed time.

Hey!

Hey! This is private property!

Stop!

Hey!

Hello?

I'm fine.

- Hi. - Hi.

Hey, Lauren, right?

Sorry. I wasn't sure if you could hear me,

so I was knocking pretty loud.

Sorry, I wasn't expecting anyone.

I just thought I'd drop by.

It might have been my imagination, but last night,

I thought I heard a scream

across the bay. Are you okay?

Yeah.

I...

I thought I saw something and then...

It was nothing.

Nothing?

Yeah.

Thank you for coming by.

Yeah.

I don't wanna be any trouble,

but I'd kill for a cup of coffee before I head back.

Yeah, absolutely. Come on in.

You've got a lot going on here.

I am starting to make progress, yes.

It's always the husband, isn't it?

Sadly more often than not.

Are you married?

I've been with someone for a while, but we haven't taken that step yet.

Is your husband gonna be back soon? I'd love to meet him.

Yeah. Actually, he'll be back very soon.

This is gonna sound...

A couple of times when I've been passing on my boat,

I could've sworn that I saw a woman here.

A woman?

Wandering in the trees in a white gown.

I don't believe in ghosts,

but no one was supposed to be living here and...

You think that I'm crazy.

No, I don't.

- You've seen her too. - Yes, I have.

That's what I was so afraid of last night.

I thought I saw her near the path to the cliffs, right?

- I thought I was imagining it. - I know, right?

Do you want me to show you where I saw her?

- Yes, please. - Okay.

It was this way, over towards the cliffs.

That's exactly where I thought I saw someone last night.

Is that why you screamed?

I just didn't know what I was looking at.

Let me show you exactly where I saw her.

Sure.

Carly!

Kevin, over here!

My husband needs to hear this. You'll show us both.

- Okay, sure. - I'll be right back.

Kevin!

Hey! I am so happy you are back.

Lauren came by and she told me she saw

- the woman in white. - Who?

She's gonna show us where.

Lauren!

Who's this woman?

I met her in town the other day. She lives on one of the islands.

Lauren!

And she was here just now?

Yeah. We were just talking two minutes ago.

Okay.

Well, there weren't any other boats when I pulled up to the dock.

Really?

That is so weird. I guess she went home.

Lauren!

Lauren!

Maybe we should just head back in.

Yeah, sure.

Lauren!

Come on, I'll make some tea.

And she saw the woman in white?

In exactly the same places that I did.

You've seen her more than once?

Yeah, last night in the woods.

- You were in the woods at night? - Yes!

I was here and I saw the woman in white out the window, so I went after her.

Okay, so what happened?

I lost track of her again.

And this other woman showed up today.

You don't believe me.

No one was docked.

So what? Maybe you didn't see her boat.

What would happen if I told you what you're telling me?

I would believe you.

I would at least be curious.

You need to take a couple of days off.

Have you been sleeping?

I'm fine.

I'm sorry, Kevin.

I didn't even ask you how your interview went.

How did it go?

It was fine.

Yeah?

I don't know, it was the strangest thing.

I went to the school in the building

and there was no interview.

I couldn't even find my contact, Sarah.

It's just so odd.

Well, that's weird.

I'm tired, and I frankly don't feel like talking about it.

Okay.

Honey, are you okay?

Yeah.

Just got a little restless.

Doing a little bit of work. Look what I just found.

In one of the last letters that Charles wrote to Diana,

he mentions some guy.

It's kind of hard to make out, D...

It's Daniel.

Yeah, that's what I thought too.

So, what I'm thinking is,

I find out how many Daniels were living in town at the time.

One of them could be a suspect.

I must figure out what they were doing the night she was killed,

but that could be something.

You gonna pull an all-nighter?

No, I'll be up in a minute.

Or an hour.

I never knew Charles personally.

I knew of him.

He came to town and visited Diana on the island

when John Henry was away in Europe for months.

John Henry nearly caught them.

Charles had to hide out in the woods.

The shadowy figure

that John Henry thought he was seeing was Charles,

and Diana knew it.

The affair was kept quiet.

I found out when Diana came in to the shop

to find a looser dress because...

She was pregnant?

And she didn't want John Henry to know.

Because it wasn't his.

No.

A few weeks before Diana died,

Charles was seen in town

with the baby.

That was the last time he was ever seen in Pleasance Bay.

And Diana stayed behind.

It was only supposed to be for a few days,

while she tidied up her affairs.

But John Henry came home unexpectedly,

and stayed for longer than usual.

She had no way out.

John Henry must've found out about Charles and the baby.

If you ask me, that bastard killed her.

And Daniel

was their child.

Charles took him to New York,

waited for Diana, and he raised him.

No, I don't know about any Daniel.

Diana said she wanted to name her son after her father.

Donald.

Yes. How did you know?

That's my grandfather's name.

That's where the resemblance comes in.

It says Donald, not Daniel.

"I'll send for you.

Three days, we will be together."

It's three days before she was murdered.

John Henry knew, he knew.

He knew.

How did he do it?

How did no one see him?

Hey, Carly.

Lauren, hi.

Welcome to my home.

I don't understand.

You've no idea who I am.

You really don't recognize me, do you?

I'm from your book.

"Disappearance on Route 9."

I'm Peggy Norris's daughter.

Ashley.

Ashley Norris.

You put my mom in jail for the rest of her life.

She brutally murdered your father, she had to go to jail, Ashley.

You made me an orphan.

I'm sorry.

My father...

My father was a monster.

He deserved it.

You don't understand anything.

You disgust me.

You're right.

You're right, Ashley. I have no idea what you've been through.

I was just trying to find the truth.

Sometimes the truth is messy,

sometimes it hurts, but I never meant to hurt you.

What are you doing? What the hell is going on?

She's real, and she's trying to kill me.

Is it the woman in white again?

No, Lauren. It's Ashley Norris.

The daughter of a murderer that I put in jail.

She's been living in the guest house. We need the phone!

It doesn't make sense. Calm down.

There's no time for that.

She's coming.

Is Kevin with you?

Of course, he is.

Kevin, do you know about Carly?

She destroyed my family.

She destroyed my entire life.

That is the woman that you are with.

You know what she said to me

when I told her that?

She said that,

"Sometimes the truth hurts."

Well, Carly, you can dish it,

but can you take it?

Kevin, did you ever tell Carly about me?

Did you tell her

about all the weekends we spent together?

That you would text me every single time she went out of town?

Sometimes before she left.

I once bumped into her coming out of the elevator.

I was just a sweet young acting student, looking to get some work.

But it was more than that,

wasn't it, Kev?

He told me that his marriage was on the rocks.

That you don't even look at him anymore.

Was that just to get into my pants

or was that true?

We were together for six months.

So tell me, Carly,

does the truth hurt?

You know her.

Ashley! Stop.

Stop!

Kevin, it's been a little while.

Is that true...

that Carly put your mom in jail?

You never told me.

It wasn't exactly the greatest pick up line.

I just had no...

Ash.

- You're gonna shoot me? - That depends.

Whose side are you on?

I swear I had no idea the pain you were suffering.

I had everything taken away from me because of her book.

It was you.

What would people think,

when they heard that she was seeing shadows

and imagining conversations?

Maybe she imagined all of her cases.

You sent me away on that fake interview.

I wanted some alone time with your wife.

I don't understand how you got here.

There was never any other boats.

I swam.

So how is this gonna end, Ash?

You're here to kill Carly?

Or you're gonna kill me?

I was thinking murder-suicide?

Your crazy wife shot you and then shot herself?

Carly! Get outta here!

You should've left.

We're almost there.

Come on. We're almost there. Kevin, come!

She took the boat!

I can't swim like this.

No, Kevin!

Kevin!

Ashley, you don't have to do this. Please.

Are you kidding?

I am enjoying every single second of this.

It's okay. It's okay.

When Ashley revealed that she had swam to the island,

I suddenly realized that John Henry had done the same.

The fateful night Diana was murdered,

she packed her bags and was ready to leave the island

to be with Charles and their son Donald,

but John Henry had caught wind of the plan.

He was a champion swimmer,

and he swam across to the island that night

leaving his boat in town.

The perfect alibi.

By then, the legend of the shadows was already cemented.

And in a jealous rage, John decided to utilize it.

No. No, please.

I'm sorry. Please.

No, John, please.

No, John.

I'm sorry. Please, don't.

Please!

He committed the horrific murder,

disposed of Diana's body into the water,

and swam back, unnoticed.

Then after a very long investigation when there were no suspects,

it seemed the town was ready to believe

it was the legend of the shadows that got her.

I'm gonna share my findings with the local police of course.

In the meantime, I think Diana's portrait

would look a lot better here. Don't you?

Definitely.

Think you'll publish the Crawford story?

Yes. Diana's story needs to be told.

Do you have any thoughts

about what's next?

I haven't made any decisions yet, Kevin.

The one thing I do know is that...

I think I'm finally ready for a vacation.