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It's a terrifying scene
here in Melton

and the heat
from the devastating explosion

can still be felt
radiating off the car hours later.

A crime scene was immediately
declared and two suburban blocks

have been cordoned off to traffic
while an army of forensic officers

comb the streets for any clue
that might lead to an arrest.

Police have released
the name of the officer

killed in the attack.

He was Senior Sgt Gavin Butterfield,
a highly decorated member

of the elite
Tactical Operations group.

Also present was
Detective Senior Sgt Holly O'Rouke,

who miraculously escaped
with minor injuries.

Detective O'Rouke
is leading the investigation

into murdered Greensborough woman,
Sonia Matthews,

although, any link between
these two fatal incidents

has yet to be established.

Your mother started to go
white when she was 30.

It's not...it's not white.

It's just...it's very, very blonde.

Now, even so,
you've done well to last, isn't it?

I'm not going white.

OK.

1994 was last time.

What?

Last time a policeman
was killed by a bomb in Australia.

Ah, right.
It was the NCA officers in Adelaide.

Adelaide, yes.
Yeah.

Dad wanted to check you're OK.

Can I tell him
you're crying your eyes out

and you need him back?

Just tell him I'm-I'm fine
and I'll call him from work.

Hey...you OK?

Yeah.
'Cause you're not.

Thanks for last night, dad.

OK. See you later, sweetheart.

Bye, mum.
Bye.

You won't get bombed again today,
will you?

OK, see you.

Triumph.

From the electoral, as requested,

all the other Sonia Matthews
who live in Melbourne.

Thank you. Uh, what's going on?

Uh, been transferred.
What?

Under the taskforce set up
looking to Gavin's death.

When did that happen?

Overnight.

They put Dylan McKenzie in-charge
and given him the pick of the crop.

He can't take my whole team,
Kirsten.

He needs them, Holly,

and you have to give him
a statement.

You saw the car moving.

Now, that confirms that the bomb
wasn't wired to the ignition.

Now, that is a critical
piece of evidence, Holly.

It means it had to be detonated
by someone with line of sight,

probably, using a phone
like the Taliban do with their IEDs

and we cannot risk doing anything

that might make your statement
inadmissible.

An upside
is you get to go back to basics

and focus on finding out exactly
who Sonia Matthews was mistaken for.

What, without a team?

You've got the electoral role.

Go knock on some doors.

Get some fresh air, Holly.

What's really going on here,
Kirsten?

Am I being set up to fail?

Look, Holly.

The problem you've got...
is Gavin Butterfield.

He was convincing a lot of people
that you had already failed,

that you'd made a big mistake
going after Sonia's husband so fast.

Now, I know you better than that,
but it doesn't matter what I say.

You have to win them back.

Hey.
Hey.

Hey, listen, um...

Mike, Sonia Matthews' husband,

is throwing a memorial service
for her on Sunday.

I mean, he's put invites
on all his socials.

We just should
have a presence there, Dylan.

I just need my team
for a couple of hours.

Hols, I can't...I can't.
It's the same day as Gail's funeral.

I can't ask people to miss that.
OK.

But wait, wait, wait.
Wait, stop. Stop, Hols.

How-how are you?

Because you're so lucky,
you're 5m closer...

Yeah, I know.
Um, I don't wanna talk about it.

Alright.

Is there any update
on our situation?

I told Luke.

About us?
Or just being pregnant?

I mean, not just...
not just pregnant, you know?

Yeah, I told him, Dylan,

I mean, he knows it's not his so...

How did he take that?

I mean, you could ask him.

Well, he's pissed with me, right?

Yeah, because that's all that
we talked about,

how it affected you.

Yeah, alright, I...

What does...what does
he want you to do?

I don't know. Fuck, Dylan.
I don't know.

It wasn't the time

for a rational conversation,
so, I...

Hey, hey, alright.
It's alright.

OK. He just walked out.

He's not answering my phone calls

and he's not answering
my text messages.

It's not...
It's really embarrassing.

Stop it.

Fuck.

Luke, hi.

Thanks for asking about me
this morning.

I'm OK. I'm a bit shaken.

Hey, listen, if you've got a moment,
only if you've got a moment,

could you maybe just duck home

and check I turned off
the curling wand?

I can't remember and you know
how that just drives me crazy

because I don't wanna
burn down the house...

Our house.

Thanks.

Hi. Are you far?

So, they killed the wrong Sonia?

The wrong woman.

I mean,
maybe it was a different Sonia.

It could have been the wrong Sonia.

All we know is that
someone told Gavin

that our Sonia Matthews
wasn't meant to be killed at all.

So, the real target was someone else
entirely but who told Gav?

Who does he know in the crime world?

Where do I start?

Well, you tell me, I don't know.

Well, any luck with the gun tip?

Uh, we did the raid.

We found three Glocks
but none of them murder weapon.

But the serial numbers suggest that
one of the guns is missing, so...

OK, well, then, if we go with that,
Ricky's pretty careful

about who he deals with.

They tend to use the same guys.
I don't know who they are.

So, let's talk to them now.

What?

They're hardcore bikies, Hols.

They'll hardly talk to me
let alone you.

I suppose we could...
we could talk to one of their

interstate druggies.

I know mates...

Yeah, you know, bikies,
uh, doesn't mind a chat

if we approach him the right way.

We?
Yeah.

Wanna taste them all?

Oh...
Hey?

Come on.

Well,
I put out for you all the time.

As soon as I-I need

something from you,
you're like, "Oh, what's happening?

I can't do that for you."

Oh, fucking
that's what I love about you, babe.

Come here, kiss, kiss, kiss, kiss.
No.

Come on.
Fuck off.

Come on. Don't be like...
Get out of here. Stop it.

Come on.

Well, come on, fuck,
I'm not a magician.

I can't just wipe me magic wand
and fix everything.

Fuck, Sonia.
We haven't even tried.

You know what? You're useless.

Are you still talking?

That...that's what's talking.
Oi, oi!

Fuck.

You got a, uh,
got a mixed grill, mate?

Yeah.

And...

Yeah, give us a...give us a pot.

Bet it's cheap.

No worries.

Thanks.

You gotta be joking me!

You always let your bitch
take your bike.

Hey! Good.

Yeah, hey mate,
I thought you were driving

a rig up to Brizzy, mate?

No, I'll leaving tomorrow, maybe.

Oh...
So, who's your new girl?

Oh, fucking needy bitch.
Damn.

I think she's a great root,

but, Christ, you know,
some women, hey?

She got nice tits.

I tell you, I wouldn't say no
if she asked me nicely.

I'm bloody sure
you wouldn't but you try it,

you'll be singing soprano.

So, what's the problem?

Yeah, doesn't matter.
Nothing.

No, come on. Spit it out.

You know, she got mixed up

with one of her
only brothers, Earl.

And, of course,
it all goes to shit, don't it?

And anyway,
they think she's dogged on them.

Mm.

They call her a dead woman, alright?

And now she wants me to figure out

whether they are meant
to them or not.

I'm like, "How the fuck do I know?"

So, this look like,
I could just go and ask them, is it?

No.

So, you haven't, uh,
you haven't heard anything

around the traps, have you,

about a contract
on a girl like that?

Actually, what's her name?

Sonia. Why?

Oh, well, it could mean nothing,

I mean, there's a million
Sonias around, right?

Yeah.

You know about that hit
last week,

the woman in the driveway?

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Yeah, word is,
it was a total cock-up.

Wrong bitch entirely.

Fuck. Where did you hear that?

I think, they were the ones
who organise

the weapon or something.

All I know is this massive,
like, a mix up.

Trigger man shot the wrong girl.

Hm.

I mean...there's more.

I'll send you a copy
and the transcript.

Is that Keith?

After hours. No conflict.

OK, so, where does that leave you?

Well, it confirms
where Gavin got his information

from but otherwise, nowhere much.

It doesn't really help us
find the real target.

Get that if you have to.

No, uh, no. It's-it's not urgent.

Anyway, so, we're now looking
at other Sonia Matthews

who live in Melbourne.

So, at least that's a start, right?

But if none of them
are suburban mums in their 30s...

And you've got no idea
what it's about?

No, we just got
a whole bunch of question marks,

you know, like, who's the top dog?

Why did they order the hit?

Who did they get
to carry out the hit?

Who's the real target?

We do know that
Ricky supplied the gun

but he won't admit it and probably

never even saw who picked it up,
I mean, that's what you do.

You just...

The less you know,
the safer you are.

That's the rules.

Well, you know

you've got a good feel
for these things.

Back yourself.

Do you know?
Huh?

'Cause you're just assuming
that both suspects are men.

Bet you 100 bucks, they are.

You can't afford that.

Anyway, I'm about to start briefing
my taskforce into Gavin's murder

so from now on,
it's better we have no contact.

Should've said that
eight weeks ago, huh?

Well, I'm glad I didn't.

Hey, listen. I-I texted Luke.

Oh, text. That's brave.

Well, considering you already
jumped the gun and told him,

I didn't have many options, did I?

Anyway, I just said if,
when he ever wants to beat me up,

throw a beer on my face,
I'm happy to make.

I wouldn't blame him.

But, I've got no regrets, Hols.

So just think,
sometimes good decisions

can have bad outcomes

and bad decisions
can have good outcomes.

It's possible.

Is it?

Hi, Holly.

Just got to the house
to pick up some clothes

and it's burnt to the ground.

No, just kidding. It's all good.

But look, that aside,
thank you for the heartfelt apology.

No, wait.
That-that wasn't it, was it?

What you talked about
was your curling wand.

That puts a marriage in perspective,
doesn't it?

Quiet. Quiet.

Alright.

Alright, uh,

the cop as effective as Gav

put away a lot of people,
made a lot of enemies.

Not helped by his dedication
to easing the trauma suffered

by their wives and girlfriends.

Fuck you, Gav.
Yeah.

Regardless
of what you think of that,

he was a very effective cop,

and it's our job to find the prick
that did this time.

Now, we've managed to round things
down to a pretty short list

of genuine suspects.

Eli?

OK, team.

All these guys
are on our list of people

who at one point threatened Gav.

They're also the ones
who can't prove

where they were when Gav was killed.

We've got Sam Kufosi,
Vic Persa, Michael Moses,

Jimmy Lamont and David Chan.

Now, I'm gonna be splitting up

into teams
of five to put each of these blokes

under the microscope, right?

Then, we're gonna swarm all over 'em
till one of them cracks,

uh, Vic Persa's even done time
for trying to kill Gav

but Jimmy Lamont
has only recently been paroled

and Maia Kirsner is gonna tell us
more about that one.

Well, we know Sgt Butterfield
had been harassing Sonia Matthews

and he initially said he was at work
when Sonia was murdered

but we now know from the statement
I took yesterday

regarding the matter
that he wasn't at work at all.

He was at Jimmy Lamont's house.

Jimmy got out
of Bowen Jail about 11:30

and when he arrived home
after a four-year stretch,

he found the cop who'd put him away
screwing his wife...

which is why I thought
we should put him on this list.

Yep, that's why we agreed.

Here's how I split
you up into teams.

Alright,
if you can't see your name up there,

you're staying here on admin duties.

So, get organised,
get armed and go rattle some cages.

Get into it.
Alright.

OK.

Hm, gotcha.

Dad said
he told you the house burnt down.

Oh, that wasn't very funny.

Oh, he thought it was fun.

That's good because you two
are as bad as each other.

Well, it happens every morning.

We get halfway to school
and then you suddenly go,

"Eek, don't turn off the curler."

It's because, eek,
he can never remember.

And then you always call dad
and then, he says...

"I thought you were gonna say sorry
so he could come back home."

You haven't, have you?

She's had a bit on, darlin'.

I'm going to beach
the day after tomorrow,

if you wanna come.

Sure. Uh, wait.

I've got...

I just have to be somewhere
in the afternoon

but I can be there
in the morning I promise.

Yes. Yes!

Hm.

You're the best mum, love you.

Love you too.
Bye, Bear.

Alright, I'm not surely.
I'll see you tomorrow.

See you tomorrow.

Hey.

Mm?

Does she know anything?

Look, you-you don't have to tell me
what's happened.

It's up to you.
But her guts are in a tangle.

I've said my piece. Glass of wine?

No, thanks.

Well, you happened
to be on top this week.

Uh-huh.

So, what's brought this on?

Not preggers, are you?

Is that your go-to, is it?

You drink as much as you like, Dad.
Alright.

By the way, your fly's undone,

so, I guess
we're both showing our age.

Forgetting to pull your fly up
is not a sign of age.

Forgetting to pull it down, well,
it's a dead check giveaway.

OK, Sonia Matthews of Middle Park.

Are you a blonde in your 30s?

Hi, I'm detective O'Rouke.

Are you, um...

Hi, uh, Sonia Matthews?

That's my grandma.

Oh, man.

Hey.

Where is everyone?

Out, rattling cages,
busting down doors,

threatening people at gunpoint,
forcing confessions.

You opted out?

I've been deployed elsewhere.

How are you coping?

Uh, pretty slowly
with only one of me.

It's Sonia's memorial tomorrow.
And can any of you come?

I promised Mike
and I-I really need some extra eyes.

I'm sorry.

We have to be
at Gavin's funeral service.

You have to be.

That's alright. Cool.

Come on, Bear!

I can see but...

Yeah.
Oh.

At least he's not wearing
his budgie smokers.

Yeah.

My mum and I used to say
they scared away the fishes.

And people.
Yeah.

They're trying out
for Baywatch Australia.

Dad!

Hey, kid. Whoa!

Well, I'm gonna go make sure
Bear doesn't drown.

OK.

See you. Bye.

Hi, Bear.
Hey.

Hi.

I, um, I got your voice mail

and, yeah, fair point.

Well, I'm just glad you're OK.

Oh, thanks.

Are you seeing Dylan?

Are you kidding?
OK, sorry.

Oh, I just...
Um, he said he'd text, so I...

Sorry.

Yeah, he did but why the fuck
would I wanna see Dylan?

I'd probably blow him up
if I saw him right now.

They tell me you're going grey.

Mm.

Oops! Raw nerve.

You missing me yet?

I am, actually.

You know, Holly,
we'd barely touched for months,

barely spoken about anything deeper

than who was taking Alice
where on the weekends.

Maybe it needed something like this.

Mm.

No, bad. That's bad.

That's bad...

.

Have you bought a bath towel
to the beach?

No, just a towel.

It's a bath towel.
It belongs in a bathroom.

You don't wear a bikini to work.

It's a piece of cloth whose function
is to dry the human body.

In a bathroom.
No, anywhere.

It's inappropriate on a beach.

Yeah, well, there is no law
that says the use of bath towels

must be restricted
to an indoor tiled environment.

There is a code
of acceptable behaviour.

See this?
This-this is what I've missed.

But you still can't, actually,
say you're sorry.

OK, I know.

Well, maybe you're not sorry.
Maybe that's the problem.

I am sorry. I am.

I am sorry. It was a mistake.

You know, I was lonely
and Dylan was desperately sad.

We had a few drinks and it happened.

I...

Please, Luke, don't leave me
forever over this.

Who do you wanna be with?

I wanna be with you.

But I also wanna have the baby.

Holly, have you really
thought that through?

Do you know what it would mean
for us, for Alice?

Have you? You-you can't, Holly.

Fuck.

Um, we have to keep talking about
this and we will, I promise, but...

I've gotta go.

I...

So go.

Hi, Mike.

Beautiful flowers.

Most of these are from the UK.

Must have been ordered overnight
and delivered first thing.

Hey, thanks.

You expecting a lot of people?

No. Alright.

All the good friends are overseas
and thanks to you

everyone here thinks
I got away with murder.

Well,
I doubt, that's what everybody...

I get trolled every single day.

You've got no idea
the hate that I'm coping.

Where's your squad, Detective?
Wasn't that the plan?

Um, yeah.

Well, it was the plan
but we've decided

to just keep a low profile
and see who turns up.

Low profile, eh? Sure.

I never even learned
how to do these.

Sonia, she always...

I-I can...

I knew you'd given up.

I could see it in your eyes.

Even last week I knew not to expect
anything from you or your squad.

"Everyone falls in love
with Sonia quickly.

But I fell hard.

She was backpacking..."

Fire!

Fire!

Hey.

Do you remember when we were asking
Mike Simpson about

whether someone had been
stalking Sonia,

how much information
did we give him?

Oh, god.

I asked whether Gavin Butterfield,
rang any bells.

But, no, like, you think

Mike couldn't have known
where he was, could he?

Yeah, I think he found out somehow.

I can put him within 1km.

His phone was connected
to the same base station

as Gavin's right
when his car blew up.

I think it's possible
it Mike killed Gavin.

Shit.

Yeah.

Alright, so, he's not at home.

He's not at work.

He's not at the office
and no-one knows where he's gone.

OK, so he's out.

Yeah, where?

Well, how would I know?

Well, he's the prime bloody suspect
in Gavin's murder,

Holly, you need to find out
where he is

and just keep him talking
until we get there.

OK, just hold on, one minute.

OK, Dylan, hold on.
I'm just gonna connect to him now.

You there?

Yeah.

Hello.

Oh, Mike. It's Holly.
Holly O'Rouke.

What's up?

Um, I'm just going through,
uh, some snaps

that I took at Sonia's memorial

and, you know,
I-I know most of the people

but I just wanted
to double-check on a couple.

What now?

Soon as if we could.

But I can travel if you...

I mean, where are you?
Are you at home?

No, no, I'm heading to court.

Court?
Yeah, yeah.

I'm trying to get access to my son.

Family court.

I really hope that goes well.

I don't know how I'd survive that,
you know, someone taking my child.

That's a nightmare.

So, now, I gotta go, OK?

Uh, no, wait a minute.
Where-where can we meet?

Holly, what-what is this?

What do you mean?

This. Come on.

This...this...this whole,
you know, you poor thing tone.

No, no, no, I-I mean it, Mike.

I would...
I wanna hear how it went.

You're serious?

I mean it, seriously.

OK.

OK, if it means that much,

there's a cafe around the corner
here on Arthur Street, OK?

Yeah, we'll go through
the steps together, OK?

What the hell?

Mike Simpson?
Detective inspector Dylan Mckenzie.

You're coming into headquarters,
Mike.

We've got a few questions
we'd like you to answer.

Do you understand?
Yeah.

Good stuff, Mike.
Let's go and check.

That's well played, Hol.
That's beautiful.

OK.

Mike, uh, first, do you wanna
cup of tea or a sandwich?

No, thank you.

Well, if you do want anything,
just let us know.

Listen. Can we please do this later?

'Cause I gotta get back to...
Yeah, yeah, yeah.

No, I just got a few-few questions
first but it shouldn't take long.

Do you recall the conversation
you had with Detective O'Rouke

and Detective Kirsner
about your wife being stalked?

Vaguely, yeah.

How did that make you feel?

Angry.
Yeah.

Very angry.

Do you remember
hearing the stalker's name?

Uh, I-I don't...I don't know.
Look, it-it didn't mean much to me.

Can we please make this quick?

Talk us through your day
last Wednesday.

What you did? Where you went?

I was planning my wife's memorial.

I remember a fish and chip shop
in Melton,

that's where
I asked her to marry me.

And I just...

I-I missed her and I just
wanted to go back there, OK?

Yep.

Listen,
do you mind if I answer this?

Yeah. No. No. Take it.

It's my ex-wife.

Speaker.
Yep.

Put it on speaker.
Sure.

Bianca.

I'm just letting
you know the hearing's over, Mike.

Given the scene outside there
wasn't much of an argument.

I'm sorry the order's been made.
Connor's staying with us.

If you really love him,
I-I hope you can see

I just want the best for him.

Mm-hm.

See, the phone location
by itself won't be enough.

And before we can actually
charge him we're gonna need to prove

that he was lying about the fish
and chip shop,

but I think he's our man.

How long will that take?

Oh, five minutes or less.
Yeah.

How's it going?
Best day ever.

Hey. We all good?
Yep.

Yeah.
Alright.

So, we collected, like,
76 filthy tonnes of staff

in line of sight
of where Gavin was killed.

Any luck?

Uh, well, this soft drink can.

Mm.
Yeah.

That's an interesting bugger,
actually,

um, there were still traces
of saliva

left around the rim
and when we tested that DNA...

You gotta match.

We gotta match.

It's someone on your radar
but it's not Mike.

.

He's paying.

Jimmy Lamont.
Detective Inspector Dylan McKenzie.

You're under arrest
for the murder of Gavin Butterfield.

Yeah.

Ready?
Yes, settle.

Now, you got the right
to remain silent.

Jimmy, anything you do or
say can be used against you.

as evidence in court.
Watch your head.

Is that a yes? I heard a yes.

You ruined my shirt,
you fucking prick.

Just let it go. Let it go.

I was wrong, dad.

Twice I thought Mike's a killer.
Twice?

Yeah, I was wrong both times.

You were doing the job.

Hm, not very well.

A few blokes I've worked with

are convicted innocent people,
alright?

And you are beating yourself up
for just suspecting one.

Maybe just think of it like that.

Look, I guess the-the problem...

Is what?

We've got this dad
who can't see his son now

and that's because of me.

So, just when did I become
the home-wrecker?

So, is Jimmy Lamont talking?

Jimmy's been around
the block too many times.

He's not saying anything.

But we've charged him?

Yep.
And the DPP is getting the brief.

Well, let's hope it holds.

Yeah.

Hey, Hols.
Yeah?

We'll help you
to have this idiot back.

He's yours.

Oh, that would be great, thanks.

Thanks, man.

Hey, idiot.

Look, if you wanna stay with them,
I don't mind.

No, no, I actually asked
to be transferred back to you.

OK, that's nice. Thank you.

Right. Where are we up to?

Uh, well, we have to identify
who Sonia Matthews

was mistaken for without, you know,
having any idea what it's all about.

So, what's taking you so long?

Yeah, welcome back.

Any suggestions gratefully received.

One minute. Luke?

Luke, what are you...
Are you on the brief against Jimmy?

Unfortunately, I have a relationship
with the head of the investigation.

I argued, believe me,
I'm not here by choice.

OK, well,
maybe I should sit in on this.

It's not your brief, Hol.

No, I just think that
if we're all in a room together...

There's no way I'm sitting in a room
with you and Dylan, ever.

This is not your brief
and if you come in, I'm leaving.

Got it?

Shit.

That's.

Yeah, it's OK, mate. Thanks.

Uh...

I understand Alice must deal,

Luke, I'd be angry too.

I-I get it.

Can you account
for where this lemonade

can was between being found
in the wheelie bin

and tested at the lab?

What vehicle it travelled in?
Where it was stored?

Uh...

Was there an opportunity for a swap?

Where was it kept in the lab?
Under what conditions?

Who had access, mm?

And how did, uh,
how did Mr Lamont know

where to find Gavin?

Police addresses
are very closely guarded.

This wasn't even his actual home

and yet a bloke
who's barely out of jail

knew exactly where he had to go
and which car he had to rig up?

If the defence make an issue
of how he knew that,

what-what do we say?

I don't know, mate.

You should have found the answers

to all of this before
an arrest was made,

but that's not how
you do things, is it?

You just act on impulse

without stopping to assess
the damage you're doing

to yourself and those around you.

Is there a problem?

No.

Well, if you seriously want us
to prosecute this case,

I'm afraid there's a lot of mistakes
we're gonna have to fix up first,

if that's even possible
at this point in time.

Alright.

What's going on with Luke and Dylan?

I thought they were mates.

Oh. I don't know.
Problems with the brief?

Yeah, more than I thought they'd be.

For one thing, Luke can't figure out

how on earth Jimmy knew
which house Gavin was in.

It's a good question too.

God,
imagine if you got the wrong house.

What?
That guy who blew up Gavin.

The wrong house?

Yeah.
What a mess that would have been.

What if that was a mix up
with Sonia?

What if it was just the wrong house?

That was a mess.

I mean, what if the shooter
was just given a description,

you know, like blonde haired mum
in such and such house

on-on Bellbird Crescent.

Brown brick, double-storey,
triple garage.

Holly.

OK, we're betting the farm here.

We won't show all our cards at once

but we are looking
for a blonde in her 30s.

Um...

Well, at least we tried.

Who thought I wanna to be
remembered as a triumph?

Wait.

That car's the same colour
as Sonia's.

Mum, kid in a blue SUV.

It's a mum and a kid in a blue SUV.

They're both
on the corner of Bellbird Crescent.

They're just at opposite ends.

The dark hair doesn't fit.

We need the body-cam footage
from the door knock,

the afternoon Sonia was murdered.

OK. Come on.
Come on. Come on. Come on.

Mm-hm, mm-hm, mm-hm.
What number was it?

46.
46. Here we go.

This was 92 minutes
after Sonia was killed.

Blonde!
Yeah.

Yes!
Whoo!

OK, just breathe, uh, OK.
Let's play this back.

On the day that Sonia Matthews
was killed

she was a blonde-haired
woman with a primary school kid.

She was in a blue SUV

and living on the corner
of Bellbird Crescent.

Yep.

That exact description fits her
too.

So, if that's what the shooter
was told and Sonia was a mistake,

then this woman's
gotta be the real target.

Yeah.

So, who the hell are you?