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Lividity is fixed,

consistent
with her body position.

No apparent discoloration.

Puts T.O.D.
around 24 to 48 hours ago.

Brass said the Dumpster diver

that called it in hadn't been
down this way in a few days.

Four-plus-one
impressions on her throat.

Manual strangulation.

There's also a thin abrasion.

Killer swapped her necklace
for a choker?

Where's the source
of that blood?

It's a V-shaped wound.

Doesn't look too deep.

Maybe incidental
to the strangulation?

Blood flow defies gravity.

She bled in an upright position
and was moved after death.

I think she might
have been dumped here.

There's some
yellow trace in the wound.

I got a purse.

Heidi Custer.

New York, New York.

Business cards.

Just her name and a 212 number.

No cash.

Maybe a robbery gone bad.

Cell phone.

Room key from the Luxor.

Joey Bigelow?!

Hey, uh, guys...

she's carrying photos
of all of Jekyll's victims.

Multiple copies.

- She a cop?
- No badge or creds.

So what was her interest
in the Jekyll case?

And did he have any interest
in her?

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The Lone Ranger returns.

Lately, you've had more solos
than a Lynyrd Skynyrd concert.

I don't mind working alone.

Uh, I wanted to speak with you
about something else, actually.

Um, Heidi Custer.

The woman found in the alley?

Yes.

I knew her.

Really?

She was a reporter.

She covered the Angel
of Death murders

at Delaware General,
while I was there.

We spent quite a bit of
time talking back then.

You talk to her recently?
No, it's been years.

But she was a great reporter.

Fierce, tenacious.

Well, Brass reached her husband,

who's also the editor
of the magazine she writes for.

He's been in L.A. all week,
and confirmed

that she was working on a story
about Jekyll.

Do we know when she got
into town?

Monday.

How much could she discover
in three days?

Reporter like Heidi
wouldn't have come

out here without a good lead.

It's possible that she turned up
something that we didn't.

Well, Nick is heading to her
hotel room. You should join him.

All right.

No signs of a
struggle, no blood.

This doesn't look
like the primary.

And according to Heidi's
credit card records,

she had a rented Malibu,
which is still MIA.

Yeah.

Where's her work?

Where are her notes and...
her research?

There's a camera charger
here and a laptop power cord.

But she could have the camera
and the computer in her car.

Right, or it could be in
the hands of her killer.
Yeah.

Blue Aces Casino
Player's Club Card here.

It's a locals-only type place.

I know.

Jack Herson clocked
some credit card debt there.

It's also along Joey Bigelow's
panhandling route.

And why don't I remember
any of that?

I've been following up

on some of the Jekyll leads
in my spare time.

Oh, you have?

Yeah, I've been talking

to victims' families
and friends.

Trying to get a feel
for their habits.

Trying to get a feel for Jekyll.

Ray...

this job will eat you alive
if you take it home with you.

Okay, so, two victims
connected to the Jekyll case,

and a reporter
who was investigating it

all visited
the same little casino.

If Heidi used that
player's card anywhere,

we should be able
to find her on surveillance.

Right.

What about that?

That looks exactly
like the letter "L."

Could be a message
from Jekyll. "L" for...

David, those are
two surgical screws,

implanted at a 90-degree angle

as part of a knee
operation, documented

in her medical records

as having been performed
three years ago

by a doctor whose name
was distinctly not Jekyll.

Let it go.

Hey, David, Doc.
Hey.

What do we have?

Well, C.O.D.'s
no surprise.

Asphyxiation via
manual strangulation.

Broken hyoid.

Superficial head wound, clotted.

Later reopened
around the time of death.

As for the question of whether

she was a Jekyll victim...

I performed a thorough
examination for puncture wounds,

laparoscopic entry points,

and despite
David's imaginative analyses...

Greg, tell me that does not look
exactly like a smiley face.

There was nothing
out of the ordinary.

No unaccounted-for objects
or organs inside her.

So, Heidi Custer could be
another victim

like Lily Xiaoping...

A spur-of-the-moment,
unplanned kill

by a cornered Jekyll,

who was simply trying
to avoid capture.

Hey, Archie, I brought you
that blinky thing

from the beepy no-working thing

you told me you'd
take a look at.

Is that...?

Yeah.

Anything on the Blue Aces
surveillance, Archie?

Actually, there is.

3:30 p.m. Monday.

Heidi Custer goes
into the casino bar.

Okay.

30 seconds before that...

Langston goes into the bar.

There's no
surveillance inside the bar.

But 20 minutes later,
Langston leaves.

15 seconds after that...

Heidi leaves.

Did he say anything
about meeting her for a drink?

Thanks.

Afghanistan, Liberia,

Iraq.

Of all the places
she went for stories,

I never... I never thought Vegas
would be the one that got her.

Do you see this mark
on her neck?

Did your wife wear a necklace?

Amber pendant.

Gift from a Congolese rebel.

I was never able to get her
to wear her wedding ring, but...

she never took
that damn thing off.

I always knew I came
second to her work.

But she was worth it.

Yeah, I heard she was
a hell of a reporter.

A colleague of mine knew her.

Ray Langston.

Ray Langston's a cop?

No, he's a CSI.

Ray Langston is a murderer.

About five years ago,

my wife was writing a piece

on the Angel of Death
at Delaware General Hospital.

27 patients were murdered
by injection of ethylene glycol

into their I.V.'s.

Langston was a pathologist
at the hospital...

and a very helpful source
to Heidi.

At first.

If the tragedy
at Delaware General

is ever granted
the full autopsy it deserves,

a haunting truth
will be revealed

in the harsh morgue light.

When the primary suspect,
Dr. Michael Webb,

killed himself the same way
he killed his patients,

the police and hospital
quickly closed the case,

even though there was
compelling evidence

that Dr. Webb did not
act alone.

Death by ethylene glycol
does not arrive unheralded.

Distinct crystals
of calcium oxalate

accumulate in the tubules
of the kidney.

And yet, with the evidence
of Dr. Webb's murders

literally glittering before him,

Delaware General's pathologist
Raymond Langston

claimed to have seen
nothing unusual.

27 times over, he saw nothing,

and allowed Dr. Webb's
sinister work to continue.

Well, I talked to CSI Langston.

He had nothing but admiration
for your wife.

He never mentioned her article.

That's because
we never published it.

It never passed
the fact-checking process.

So her accusations were false?

I didn't say that.

We kill stories all the time...

because reporters rely too
heavily on unnamed sources.

And the only reason
that this story got spiked

was because a bunch of lawyers
were too afraid

the magazine was gonna get sued.

But my wife was right.

Langston helped Dr. Webb,

and now he's
helping Dr. Jekyll.

CSI Langston has been relentless
in his pursuit of Dr. Jekyll.

He was personally assaulted
by the suspect.

And you saw this happen?

He had a gash on his head...
That told the story.

Giving himself
a bump on the head...

Nice touch of authenticity.

Raymond Langston hid
behind a lab coat,

and now he's hiding
behind a badge.

It's a lovely shade
of saffron, no?

Just got my annual
trace metals report.

Hmm, my mercury is as high
as the Baker thermometer.

Guess I should lay
off that tuna sushi.

Otherwise, I'm facing
chelation therapy.

The trace we found
in Heidi Custer's head wound

was lead paint.

My lead levels are well
within the normal range.

The weapon could have been
any tool or implement

with a 90-degree angle

and old enough
to have lead paint.

Or a super-fun new toy
from China.

Ray.

Yes.

My office.

Right.

She came at me in disguise,
Catherine.

She pretended
to value my insights,

and the whole time,
Heidi was investigating me.

Ray...

This article of hers
is full of junk science.

That's not the issue here.

I examined samples that
I received from other doctors.

Dr. Webb wasn't just
going to send me

evidence of his murders.

And when his mortality rates
became suspicious,

I was the one
that bucked protocol.

I started autopsying
the bodies myself.

We're not here about the article

or your feelings, Ray.

You met with a homicide victim
shortly before she died.

What are you talking about?
And then withheld

that information
from your supervisor.

I was at the Blue Aces,
but I was there on my own time,

and I swear, Catherine,
I never saw her there.

Conrad... you know
what a casino floor is like.

It's a maze of slot
machines and gaming tables.

You know, I admire you guys for
sticking together, I really do.

I'm not saying I don't believe
you, Ray... I'm struggling to...

But when we catch
Heidi's killer,

12 members of a jury
aren't going to be

as understanding as Catherine
when it comes

to coincidence.

They're just going to see
an over-involved CSI

who had a conflict of interest.

So... it's hands off.

You can't work this one.

Ray,

Catherine just told me
what happened with Ecklie.

What are you doing in here?

Take a look at this.

Heidi Custer

used her credit card at
the Blue Aces when I was there.

Then she used it again to park
at WLVU Medical School.

I was there...
Same place, same time.

Heidi Custer was following me.

Why would she do
something like that?

Because she thought
I was connected

to the Jekyll murders.

I'm investigating Jekyll,
she's investigating me.

All right, all right,
if anybody asks, though,

I found this, you didn't.

Now, you got to get out
of here... I think you're up next

for call-outs.
I may have led her to Jekyll.

I may have gotten her killed.

You don't know that.

I was going to all the places

that Jekyll's victims went to,

places that Jekyll may
have gone to himself.

Heidi was there,
asking questions about Jekyll,

She asked the wrong person
the wrong question.

I need to go out there.
I need to retrace my steps.

No, no, we'll go
back out, as a team.

You need to stay off this case
and trust us.

We'll handle it.

I'm going to get you my notes.

All right.

He's off the Heidi Custer case.

I want to tell you something,

but you cannot tell
anybody else.

You know me.

Okay, this time, I swear.

I promise.

Do you remember
the Botanica case?

Langston had palpated
some grout with his bare hands.

So I asked him
for a control DNA sample

because I wanted
to exclude him, right?

Well, in that case, I just need
a sample of your DNA

and I will exclude you.

You're going to have to put
in your report that I said no.

He refused.

Well, after seeing Gattaca,
you can't hardly blame him.

We all have privacy issues.

Okay, that's a valid point,

but a couple months before that,

he was in the break room,

and he was reading
somebody's genetic report

about MAOA deficiency.

You know, that specific mutation
right there

has actually been linked
to violent behavior.

MAOA deficiency
doesn't make you violent.

Just 'cause something might
happen doesn't mean it will.

It's genetics, it's not destiny.

Now I understand your
need for the cone of silence.

First his hospital,
his classroom, and now here.

The man does seem to be a magnet
for serial killers.

I understand not wanting
to share the details

of your personal life
with your coworkers.

But when you don't share
the fruits

of your investigative work...

No, he will from now on.

He wasn't purposely
shutting us out.

Look, I really like Ray.

I think he's a great CSI.

But if he doesn't trust us,
how can we have his back?

And how can he have ours?

Hey, Heidi Custer used
her credit card Wednesday night

at 7:05 p.m. to get gas.

I called the station.

I got a surveillance photo
of her at the pump.

Now, that narrows down the time
of death to Wednesday night.

It does something else, too.

It gives Langston an alibi
for Heidi's murder.

At 7:05 p.m.,
he was already at work.

Solo burglary.

He was gone a couple of hours.

Well, it's easy enough to
confirm he was there, right?

Well, the crime scene photos
are all time-coded.

7:20.

7:20.

24.

7:32...

and last one's at 7:40,

so he obviously photo'd first.

Three latent prints
in two hours?

That's all he collected?

What else was Langston doing?

Parking control spotted
Heidi Custer's vehicle.

Let's start a canvass.

See if anybody recognizes her
or saw who parked the car.

- Will do.
- Thanks.

Well, she wouldn't have
walked away

and left the keys
in the ignition.

No laptop, no camera.

Nothing in here either.

So, the killer dumps Heidi
in the alley

a couple miles away,

drives over here,

and walks away
with the camera and the laptop.

A private lot like this

is rarely patrolled by
police or parking control.

Dumping the car here
indicates the perp

may have some knowledge
of law enforcement.

Well, if they were banking on us
not finding the car,

maybe there's something
inside it.

Bloody print
on the steering wheel.

More blood over here.

I was going to all the places

that Jekyll's victims went to.

Places that Jekyll
may have gone to himself.

I need to go out there.
I need to retrace my steps.

You need to stay
off this case and trust us.

I may have led her to Jekyll.

I may have gotten her killed.

Hello. My name's Ray Langston.

I'm with the Vegas crime lab.

I came in here the other day

and showed you some
pictures... you remember?

Oh, yeah, I remember.

Um, I have one more photograph
to show you.

Do you recognize this woman?

No. I don't make eye contact
with the customers.

It only encourages them to yell.

I'm trying to find out
if she came in here

shortly after I did
the other day.

Maybe she spoke
with someone else?

Uh, a white male, average build?

Never seen her.
But I know we got surveillance,

'cause the night shift
gets robbed all the time.

All right, I'll, uh,

come back with a warrant.
Thank you.

You son of a bitch,
you killed my wife!

You killed my wife,
you son of a bitch!

You son... you killed my wife!

You just,
you're gonna let him go?

Just walk away?

This guy's a murderer!

I'm telling you he's a murderer!

He blindsided me, Catherine.

Yeah, I know the feeling.

What are you doing here?

I was on my way
to a 406 on Riviera.

And you decided
to stop for a soda and...

the Jekyll Killer special,
is that it?

Ray, you got to quit
playing detective, you know?

'Cause I don't have time to keep
getting your ass out of jams

that you shouldn't be in
in the first place.

So this is why
it took you two hours

to lift three prints
at your last 406?

You're running
your own investigation.

Catherine, listen...
Ray, it's a lot

harder to blindside a guy

if he follows the playbook
and trusts his team.

I was honestly on my way
to my scene; I passed...

You're not going to your scene
anymore. You're going home.

You're suspending me?

No, I'm diagnosing you.

You got the whatever virus.

Take a sick day.

Hey.

Hey.

Come on in.

Catherine send you
to take my temperature?

No, no, I'm not a doctor.

Maybe if I was,

I could decipher your
chicken-scratch handwriting.

Nice place.

Thank you.

Single-malt.

Boy, that's good stuff.

Doc Robbins brought it by
last week.

Care for a snort?

I'm, I'm good.

Sure?

Good stuff.

I'm sure it is.

We can work back there.

All right.

You've been, uh, busy, huh?

Just a little bit.

What, uh, what happened
over here?

Those are leads
I decided to eliminate;

crackpot theories mostly.

Tinfoil-hat ramblings,

some of which
are not even my own.

You know how it is, Nick.

You listen to any piece
of music long enough,

it starts to sound good.

We found Heidi's rental car.

Unknown fingerprint
on the steering wheel.

Heidi's blood on the interior
of the passenger-side door.

The car went off the road
at some point.

Did you have any places

of interest out in the desert,

off the beaten path?

Sure.

A dump where Jack Herson used
to salvage scrap metal,

an airstrip where Bernard
Higgins used to charter jets,

half a dozen other places.

You think she could have homed
in on some of your leads,

gone out here on her own?

I didn't go out

to any of those places while
she was following me, but...

sure, I suppose it's possible.

Ecklie's not gonna like us
running around

all over the place.

Us?

Yeah, man,

we're a team. Come on.

Okay?

Now, who's this on
the back wall over here?

Ah... yes.

My family.

The great mystery: my father.

A man
with a very violent temper.

I sometimes wonder
if my affinity for Chicago blues

isn't the only thing
that I inherited from him.

You know, I think everybody
has a violent streak in 'em.

I know I do.

But it's how we deal with it

that determines
who we are as men.

We brought soup, bagels...

And bat feces.

I'd prefer cream cheese.

But come on in.

Hodges analyzed
the trace recovered

from the Malibu's tires...
Bat guano.

And based on the insect matter,

the little morsels were the
work of the free-tailed bat.

Considering the large amount
of the sample,

the car must've been driven
near a bat roosting spot.

Mines, caves.

There are a lot of those
around Clark County.

But we can eliminate
most of them.

The Malibu's tires were clean

when Heidi filled up
at 7:05 p.m.

She started
with a full tank of gas.

Malibus can get, you know,
up to 34 miles to the gallon.

We found the car with a half
a gallon consumed, which means

she drove up to 17 miles
after she filled up.

Maximum 8.5 miles out,
8.5 miles back.

There are only

a handful of caves and mines
within 8.5 miles

of that gas station.

We marked them here.

Lobo Flats.

- Were you out there?
- Mm-hmm.

What was the lead?

A fairy tale.

That's why I tore it down.

A couple of weeks ago,

I was out at WLVU
Medical School.

A man approached me,

a coffee server
named Vince Grady.

He said he was interested
in what I was working on.

Dr. Langston?

You're still investigating
the Dr. Jekyll case, right?

Yes.

I saw something this weekend.

Why don't you have a seat?

I was out near Lobo Flats
looking for arrowheads.

Valuable stuff out there,
if you've got the eye for it.

That's where I saw him.

There was blood
all over his scrubs.

So I went out there with Vince.

At first, I thought,
"Why would he be way out here?"

But if you think about it,
it's the perfect place.

Nobody could hear
his victims scream.

Who knows how many victims
he's chalked up by this point.

He could have bodies buried
all around here.

You might consider bringing
out some cadaver dogs

or ground-penetrating radar.

The place wasn't even locked.

Hardly the fastidious work
of a killer like Jekyll.

And what I found inside

did nothing
to assuage those doubts.

He's good.

Not a drop of blood anywhere.

Guy's a genius.

I'll be sure to integrate
this lead

into our investigation.

Is this the place?

Yes.

It's clear!

It's all clear.

All right, Ray, I'm heading in.

Copy that.

I got a stain
on the floor in here.

Blood?

Nick, you there?

Nick, you there?

Nick, you there?!

Yeah.

Yeah, and so was someone else.

I got a toolbox here.

Yellow paint like we found
in Heidi's head wound.

And some of the paint's
been knocked off

one of the corners.

Think I may even have
a partial palm print.

The bloody fingerprints from
the fridge are Heidi Custer's.

What about the palm print

from the toolbox?

Yeah, I'm running it right now.

Let's see.

No. No match.

And no way to tell if it's
from the same contributor

as the bloody fingerprint

from the steering wheel
in Heidi's car.

That means Heidi was
in the building and alive

at least long enough
to have left her prints.

Ray...

if you haven't been back out
to this place

since she came to town,
how did she learn about it?

Perhaps from the same person
who led me out there.

Happy to aid you
with the Jekyll investigation.

Has Dr. Langston
been following up on my lead?

Mr. Grady...

you recognize her?

Yes, ma'am.

She-She's dead?

Mm-hmm.

Nev... Never should have
taken her out there.

She said that she had seen me
talking to Dr. Langston.

Gave him a big lead in the
Dr. Jekyll investigation.

It was integrated.

Oh.

What was the lead?

Well, that's police business.

Really don't want to compromise
the investigation.

Um, well, I'm working on a story

for a big national
news magazine.

Think a $100 latte might be
the fix I need?

Hey, Lou, cover for me.

See, the key with a
killer like Jekyll...

You got to put yourself
into his twisted mindset.

It's a chess game, really.

Every move Jekyll makes
is calculated.

Guys like Langston and I,

we have to anticipate
his deadly gambits.

A location like this... this
fits my profile of Jekyll.

I'm thinking there may be
a secret passageway

to an underground
operating room.

Geez!

The toolbox just
happened to fall on her head?

That's what happened. I swear.

So, tell me more about
that secret passageway theory.

I'm not buying it, Mr. Grady.

And I don't think
Heidi was, either.

I think Heidi realized
that there was nothing

in that building but a story
and a pathetic little man

who had spun it
for some attention.

She called you out on it...
She humiliated you...

So you attacked her.

You smashed her head
into that toolbox,

grabbed her by the throat...

No.

No. No.

Uh, no, no, no, no, no.

Okay, yeah,
maybe she wasn't thrilled

about the head wound
and some of my theories,

but I certainly
did not touch her.

She gave me a ride
back to the medical school.

She was alive
when she dropped me off.

And I was not lying.

We never should have breached
Jekyll's lair.

But we did...
He tasted her blood,

he hunted her down,
and he finished her.

Where's Dr. Langston?

Excuse me?
I need to speak
to Dr. Langston.

He understands the kind
of criminal mastermind

that we're after.

The palm print on the
toolbox is Vince's,

but the bloody print
on Heidi's steering wheel

is definitely not.

Still unknown.

Well, it's consistent
with the goofball's story.

Guy's delusional,
but I don't think he killed her.

And we don't have
any other suspects.

But we do have another theory.

Langston's.

If Langston was right
and he led Heidi to Jekyll,

we might find him somewhere

in this Blue Aces
surveillance footage.

Well, I've looked
through it all.

She didn't talk to anybody.

She just follows Langston
through the casino,

into the bar,
and then out again.

Besides, aside from a guy

playing keno
in his bloody scrubs,

how are we even going to be able
to identify Jekyll?

Some random
five-foot-ten white dude?

Yeah... with an
erratic gambling pattern.

Check out this guy:
he's playing a penny machine

near Langston and Heidi.

But when they move
to the other side

of the casino, there's the same
guy playing ten dollar slots,

and again,
right by the two of them.

Now, nobody who plays pennies

starts yanking
ten dollars a spin like that.

Well, maybe I can get
some other angles on this guy.

Yeah, but first,

give me a surveillance still
of Jekyll

from the St. Sebastian's
Hospital supply room.

Biometric comparison?

Yeah, exactly.

All right.

So, Heidi's following Langston.

And Jekyll is following
one... or both... of them.

Yep.

And somewhere along the way,
Heidi meets Jekyll,

and he kills her.

- It's looking very possible.
- Okay.

There are no more angles
on this guy.
No.

He's good. He ducks the cameras.

Hey, Jim.

So we picked up a guy
who was trying to pawn

Heidi Custer's amber pendant
and her laptop and camera.

And his print matches
the bloody print

we found on the rental car.

Jim, that's got to be him...
Dr. Jekyll.

No, this kid
is no Doogie Howser.

He's been spilling his guts.

His name is Lou Brennan.

He's a busboy at the loony-tune
coffeemaker Vince's place,

and he was tweaked
on more than a macchiato.

Said he saw Heidi waiting for
Vincent at the coffee stand.

Well, I'm working on a story

for a big national
news magazine.

Saw her flashing
a wedge of cash.

Think a $100 latte
might be the fix I need?

Then, after Lou closed up,

he waited for Heidi and Vince
to come back.

What the hell...?

Heard you give money
to people who know stuff.

I know stuff about all kinds
of stuff.

You know what?

I have had a belly full of crap
from losers today.

I am not giving you any money.

You don't think I know stuff?

You mop the floors for a guy
who knows nothing, so no.

Now, get out of my car.

Give me my...!

Claims he didn't mean
to kill her.

Just accidentally strangled her
for four and a half minutes.

Then he had
to clean up his mess.

So, Heidi's murder

had nothing to do
with Dr. Jekyll.

It's a simple crime
of opportunity.

My big question is,
if Jekyll wasn't after Heidi,

what was he doing
at the Blue Aces?

He was following me.

The man stole my I.D. badge.

He knows my face.

He could have followed me
from the lab to that casino.

He could have followed me home.

He could have followed me here.

I'll talk to Brass to get
a protection detail for you.

You should think
about wearing a gun again.

Jekyll's had plenty
of opportunities to hurt me.

I don't think
that's what he wants.

Don't be so sure.

Jekyll's meticulous,
takes his time.

He might be planning
something special for you.

Thanks.

Excuse me.

This is Langston.

It's been a while, Professor.

Who is this?

Did I come up on your phone
as "unknown"?

And you answered anyway.

It's nice to know you haven't

lost your faith
in your fellow man.

How's the real world
been treating you?

Ever get nostalgic
for our school days?

Nate Haskell.

That's right.

Your favorite serial killer.

I'm calling with an exciting
limited-time offer.

What do you want, Nate?

That's the wrong question,
Professor.

This isn't about what I want.

This is about what you want.

Or rather... who you want.

I know who Dr. Jekyll is.