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- Thanks. - Sure.

That's the first time I've ever taken

a car ferry to a dead body callout.

911 operator, uh, listed this as the address.

Caller didn't leave his name,

but she said the voice sounded like a male.

Whoa...

That's creepy.

Who exactly owns this place?

Deed is in the name of a living trust

with no named beneficiary.

It's untraceable.

Looks like old money.

Not exactly warm and cozy.

Uh-uh. No.

Oh, my God.

Never seen a body this pale before.

There's no blood in it.

It's very difficult to remove blood

from a body if the heart's not beating,

so more than likely, she was alive when this happened.

Dispatch said an anonymous male called this in?

Yeah, anonymous male caller.

Take a look at this.

This is weird.

She's got two puncture wounds in her neck.

They're not from a needle. Those are bite marks.

Bite marks.

I hate Halloween.

♪ Yeah! ♪

♪ We don't get fooled again ♪

♪ Don't get fooled again ♪

♪ No, no! ♪

I don't see any blood.

Human body has eight pints.

It should be all over the floor.

She couldn't have been killed here.

We've got to find the original crime scene.

Yes, we do.

Before our killer kills again.

Can I get in there?

Yeah, sure.

Okay, guys, the only way to access this island is via ferry.

No visitors allowed.

You got to be on a special cleared list.

We're going to need a copy of that list.

Tripp's on it.

We're also going to need her bracelet and her watch.

Along with her other effects.

- I know. - Thanks, Tom.

Uh, I haven't been able to I.D. her yet.

Hmm. Her name is

Andrea Edison.

How do you know that?

Found her pass in her pocket for the ferry.

She's the housekeeper

for the mansion. You're welcome.

Oh, thank you.

Andrea Edison, huh?

Okay, here she is.

24 years old, and she graduated

summa cum laude from Vanderbilt University.

What?

What woman with a degree

from the Harvard of the South cleans houses?

It's a tough job market.

Yo, butterfingers, you okay?

My hands-- they feel funny.

They feel funny how? They feel numb?

Just tingly.

We need to check those gloves.

Wait. Whoa, whoa, whoa.

They smell like dead mice.

You exterminate, too?

No. In college, we had

a mouse trap next to the fridge, and...

you never forget the smell of dead mice.

You know, hemlock smells

like dead mice.

I'm trained to look for it in autopsies.

Because it's fatal if it enters the bloodstream.

So maybe Andrea had some hemlock

on her that transferred to your gloves.

She got you feeling all tingly.

Probably a small dose.

But I should wash my hands.

A lot.

Let's check the grounds.

Yeah.

So the site says it looks like Queen Anne's lace?

Yeah, with blotchy stems.

Oh, and umbrellas on top.

Yeah, so either a white flower or a blue flower.

Walter, tell me why someone would want to put

North America's most dangerous plant in their front yard.

Antisocial?

Or they're a fan of nausea, exhaustion

delirium and convulsions.

That or death.

Possibly.

Oh, ooh, ooh, ooh.

Wow.

So beautiful, yet so deadly.

Hey.

Tell you what, we got to find the gardener.

Hey!

Who are you?

MDPD. Who are you?

The gardener.

You're coming with us.

We're going to find hemlock

all over those gloves, aren't we, Kenny?

Keeps pests out of the garden.

Why did we find it on your colleague's dead body?

Was she a pest, too?

Andrea liked to take her lunch breaks out in the garden.

She could have touched the stuff then.

Or maybe she got the hemlock on her

while you were draining her blood.

Like I told you,

I've been in the woods all morning chopping wood.

Owner likes three cords at all times stacked...

I'm going to need to talk to your employer.

Never actually met them.

Andrea said they're in Milan.

A whole staff tending a house that no one lives in?

Only in Miami.

We're paid to keep it shipshape

in case anyone decides to stop in.

Now, if you'll excuse me...

Where the hell you think you're going?

You have no probable cause to detain me.

I assume you're not charging me.

I'm happy to get a lawyer involved.

What do you think?

I think we need to find the owner of that house.

Hey, I've got a letter here.

I don't recognize this language at all.

I don't, either.

Look at the ink.

The ink's very strange.

If we can decipher what this letter says,

maybe we can figure out the homeowner's name.

This isn't Russian.

I don't think it's Polish, either.

Might be Czech.

U.S. Military is coming up empty.

I mean, it's entirely possible it's just gibberish.

Well, our killer thinks he's a vampire.

Maybe it's an occult writing.

That's a good idea.

Occult language, North America, present day to...

1950.

1950.

It's got something.

Turns out this language was invented recently.

How recently?

2009.

And you will never believe by who.

You want me to track down who?

Woman's name is Marilyn Milner.

Am I supposed to know who that is?

She wrote a vampire book series called Love's Last Bite.

Every kid in the country owns a copy.

She's a billionaire.

Sorry, but I've never heard of her.

Well, apparently, whoever killed Andrea has.

Turns out Marilyn owns the house Andrea was murdered in.

Okay. By some guy who thinks he's a vampire?

She created this vampire language for the book series.

Uh, she calls it Davi.

It's very loosely based on Croatian.

Okay.

What does this Davi letter say?

Uh, it says a bunch of stuff.

Uh, gives her high praise for the books,

and then he closes by saying,

"In your honor, I will drink the blood of the virgin.

Signed, Your Eternal Disciple."

Huh.

Creep carried it out on Andrea.

You lift any prints off that letter?

None. Calleigh's working another angle,

but we got to get a hold of this woman, Marilyn.

I'll get on it. Thanks.

Is that the vampire letter?

Yep.

Mm.

Okay, so why didn't you take it to Questioned Documents?

Because I flouresced it.

Oh.

Okay.

It turns black. It's blood.

The only question now is whose.

Okay.

Suspect Rayburn is on the move from his last known,

headed into the woods behind the north side of the property.

Ow! Wes!

Let me see those hands, Wes. Get 'em up!

Let me see those hands.

Are you okay?

I think so.

What the hell...?

Stay where you are, son.

Wes, you gotta come down!

Wes...

You are under arrest.

I'm gonna sue.

Be my guest.

So you wrote a letter to Marilyn Milner.

Andrea's Marilyn's housekeeper.

Is this... Andrea's blood?

I don't know any Andrea.

That's the blood of an ex-paramour.

Okay. In the letter, you mentioned

you were planning to drink the blood of a virgin.

Which we know is medically impossible.

So how did you do it? Did you use a needle?

Prokletstvo na svoju kucu.

Answer my question.

All right.

I went out to Marilyn's house.

I wanted to see why she never responded

to my earlier letters.

I found Andrea.

That's when I knew.

You knew what?

Well, this was Marilyn's response.

She left this beautiful dead girl hanging,

her neck exposed,

as a gift for me.

What you're telling me is Andrea was dead when you found her.

That's right.

And pale. So pale.

And then you bit her?

I wanted to drink her blood...

but there was no blood to drink.

Go ahead and send me to the chair.

- I'm immortal. - I'd love to.

Eric, listen, uh, we need to take another look at the victim.

Yeah. Anything specific?

Yes, very specific. Book him.

Okay, so Marilyn purchased a ticket to go where?

Uh-huh.

You got a flight number on that?

Okay.

No, no, she'd be traveling alone.

No husband, no kids.

All right, thanks, Tripp.

- Hey. You free? - Yep.

I could use a hand at the mansion, if you don't mind.

Mm! You got it.

And it looks like Marilyn has just disappeared.

So no sign of her after Milan.

Nope.

She purchased a ticket to go to London last week,

but no can confirm whether or not

she actually boarded the flight.

Wait-- so, nobody sees her doing book signings,

no one's even seen her in two years...

Looks like she just keeps moving around and around.

I don't know. I'm starting to wonder if she even exists.

Tom, did you find where, exactly, on Andrea's body

they drained her?

No, but I can tell you he didn't drain everything.

I found an eighth of an ounce of blood in her calves.

Well, whoever did it used a needle,

so there's gotta be a puncture mark.

Just one more rinse.

I think you survived the hemlock.

I don't think it's in your blood stream.

Better safe than sorry.

What's that?

That's strange...

That's weird.

I'll take a look at this.

Do me a favor-- please let us know

as soon as you find the puncture mark.

- Mm-hmm. - Thanks.

Trichloroanisole and trichlorophenol.

Trichlorophenol-- that's an anti-microbial

used to process wood.

Produced when you combine chlorine and phenol.

Trichloroanisole is a chemical that causes wine

to become tainted-- or "corked."

So these specs came from a faulty wine cork.

Faulty cork will ruin even the best bottle.

Maybe your victim was pairing a wine for dinner last night

when she was attacked.

Pairing a wine, hm?

You know, Pinot Grigio with fish,

Cabernet Sauvignon with red meat--

Yeah, I know. What, did you go to butler school or something?

It's a requirement in England. Mm-hmm.

All right, well, I need to go talk to

whoever was handling the wines at the mansion.

So you're Marilyn Milner's chef?

Yes.

You have a stain on your jacket, Mr. Kingman.

It's not blood, it's wine.

Interesting.

We found bits of cork in Andrea's hair.

I was prepping for dinner.

Who were you preparing dinner for?

Nobody lives at the house.

Well, still, we have to be ready in case Ms. Milner shows up.

I opened a burgundy, I heard a noise in the library,

and I found her.

Andrea, was that you?

The dishwasher needs to be unloaded

as soon as you get a chance.

The only reason I touched Andrea's neck

was to check for a pulse.

So you're the man who called 911?

Yeah.

Both hands on the table, please. Palm up.

These are negative for blood.

I told you...

Why didn't you stick around?

Marilyn's editor told me not to.

Who's her editor?

Joseph Crumbaugh.

And you called him?

He was there.

Hey, stop lying to us, all right?

You were there this morning.

Now, you're either covering for yourself or Marilyn.

And I'll say it again-- I wasn't at the house this morning.

Do you see my name on the list?

That's a beautiful boat.

That yours?

Yes. It is.

So you took your own boat back to the house this morning.

I went to go see Andrea.

We were, uh... look, the last thing I need is

my biggest writer, while she's in Europe,

reading that they found a dead body on her property.

And me there at 6:00 a.m.

I'd have to explain I was sleeping with her maid.

Totally unprofessional.

So is murder.

I found her that way.

You call 911 and then you get out of here.

Now.

Well, you gotta believe me.

No, I don't.

I have Luminoled every nook and cranny in this place.

Not a drop of blood.

No, I know.

There are eight pints of blood in a human body

and there is none of it in this house.

It's gotta be here somewhere.

Horatio?

Yeah, it's Walter.

Yeah, yeah, we're here at the house.

We're striking out on any sort of original crime scene.

No.

He was?

Just now.

- What was what? - Okay.

Did you get a slip number on that?

Okay, thanks.

What? What?

Okay, the book editor's got a boat that he may have taken

out to the island this morning to kill Andrea.

- Really? - Yeah.

We gotta check out that boat.

All right.

This is it-- No. 1 Best Cellar.

Cute.

Yeah, I hope Marilyn didn't write that for him.

No, but I bet you he bought it with the sales from her books.

I should have been a writer.

Yeah...

Whoo-ee, look at this thing.

It's gonna be a lot of work.

Yep.

Let's start with the deck.

Wand for biologicals, see what we find.

- Shh-shh-shh-shh. - What?

Do you hear that?

Horatio has the editor down in PD.

Yeah, and the door's open. You got it?

Does this work?

"Marina screamed as Sebastian tied her to the post..."

Bound. Bound her to the post.

I liked it the first way.

Oh, geez.

It's not what it looks like. We were just re-enacting.

"Her skin prickled with

maybe fear, maybe something else"?

If I didn't know any better, I'd say you guys were writing the

next Marilyn Milner novel.

Wait a minute.

You guys are ghostwriters?

We can't confirm that.

We signed confidentiality agreements.

Well, murder trumps those.

Yeah, what was that whole chef/gardener act?

Those were just a ruse.

Ruse? Clever word.

You guys are writers.

We usually write at the mansion.

We're supposed to pretend to be the help when people show up.

To continue that ruse?

Well, after we found Andrea, Joseph told us to pack up

all of our stuff and write from here.

We can't keep working here.

This place is gonna be swarming with police in a half hour.

That's why you're gonna get Kenny and your computer

and you're gonna go work on my boat.

Is that really necessary?

You want to stay in business, don't you?

All right.

So is it just the two of you, or is Marilyn here?

That's Andrea's stuff. Andrea, our victim?

I know how to punch up this chapter.

Andrea was one of us.

We've been writing Ms. Milner's novels for three years.

Andrea turned in our last manuscript this morning.

We're onto the next one now.

So, where's Marilyn?

We've never met her.

What? Wait a minute, you guys write

exactly like her, but you've never met her?

Well, she gives us storylines, general ideas.

But we do the rest.

Uh... what are you doing?!

Excuse me, we're trying to work here.

Yep. Me, too.

There's no blood here.

Yeah, this wasn't the place where Andrea was killed.

This is Andrea's computer, right?

- What's the password? - We don't know.

Man, what's the damn password?!

"Nobel."

Thank you!

Thinks highly of herself. Nobel...

Very highly of herself.

Oh, got an urgent message to the editor in here.

From when?

Looks like it was sent a week ago.

"Pay me commensurate with my written contributions

"to the manuscript I will deliver to you next we,

"in the amount of $100,000.

"If you fail to, I will have no choice but to withhold

"the manuscript and alert the media

"that the bestselling author Marilyn Milner is a fraud.

Sincerely, Andrea."

So, this is about blackmail.

Andrea was blackmailing you, wasn't she?

I went to go pay her,

'cause she was gonna expose Marilyn and stop writing.

And frankly she was

the best ghost I had.

Look, when I found her hanging there,

I took the manuscript and I told Lawrence to call it in...

Where is the manuscript?

What does that matter?

She was threatening to withhold it, wasn't she?

If she didn't leave the manuscript,

that's a double dose of motive.

I took it to the printer.

- I'll go pick it up. - I'll go with you.

No, you won't.

You're gonna wait here with me.

Sarge?

Oh, yeah.

Let's see what we can come up with.

Calleigh. Thank you, sir.

Wow. The murder in Marilyn's new book

is identical to Andrea Edison. Look at this.

Very first chapter, she says that

the housekeeper was exsanguinated.

It says here in chapter two that there was a puncture mark

in-between the housekeeper's toes.

Really?

I'm gonna call Tom and let him know.

Chapter three, we got a mysterious visitor

showing up from out of town.

Well, see, what's a good book without a mysterious visitor?

Okay, so who knows about this? Uh, Marilyn herself,

the editor, the printers and the ghostwriters.

- Right? - Right.

Hey, uh... does anybody have anything on chapter six?

I just read the end. The killer's not named.

Which means the ending is up to us.

So, we haven't found the original crime scene?

No, Ryan's working on it... Hey, Tom?

I have something I want you to check out.

You're gonna want to see this.

Actually, I want to see this.

Marilyn Milner's island. A thousand acres.

We know Andrea's blood wasn't drained in the house.

So maybe we can get a little high-tech help

to tell us where it was.

See these puncture marks in Andrea's third

dorsal digital artery?

I can only get as close as 200 feet, but even from here,

I can tell that's another structure on the island.

- It's isolated and concealed. - That's where she was

drained of her blood, just like in Marilyn's new book.

Yeah, I think that's where it happened.

What do we got here?

Yeah?

Yeah.

Oh... no!

Marilyn didn't!

Oh, man! You know what this is?

Oh, this is the Rolls Royce Phantom.

You can't get this thing off

the showroom floor for less than 400 grand. Ouch!

I wonder if the IV and the needle come standard.

With the blood.

Oh, my God!

We just found our original crime scene.

No one has keys to that car except for Marilyn.

She loves that thing.

Andrea Edison died in that car.

Could Marilyn be in town?

No. She texted me from Milan this morning.

I'd show you the text, but you took my phone away.

Run a trace on that text, Walter.

Okay?

Excuse me. Are you Marilyn Milner?

It's funny, I get that all the time, but I'm afraid not.

Really? Well, we know who you are.

I could write you an autograph, but it would be a fake.

You know, in the modern world of technology, there are many ways

to identify someone.

Marilyn.

I bought this car with the money from my first book.

Andrea Edison was exsanguinated in that car, ma'am.

So, you told your editor that you were in Milan.

I was, until this morning.

Okay, well we know that Andrea was blackmailing your editor,

saying that she was gonna expose your entire scam,

so, you got motive.

But I didn't know. Joseph handles all of the writers.

And he did mention that she was the most talented of the bunch.

Why would I kill someone who makes my life so easy?

- Why don't you tell us? - Your ghostwriters work off your ideas.

- And? - And the book never mentions

who the killer is or what he did with the blood.

I don't remember.

An author that doesn't recall the content of her own work.

Okay, so not only do you not write your own books,

you also don't read them?

I'm really pressed for time.

Joseph did say, though, that

the epilogue would answer all of the readers' questions.

It's a bonus chapter, and it's only available

on the audio version.

The epilogue?

He wanted the maid to know

what happened to women who didn't behave.

But he also wanted to keep her with him.

Okay, what do we have?

- Ready to go. - Let's hear it, please.

The killer knew what he had to do.

He took a crystal goblet, perfectly shined, worthy of her.

He poured her blood in the goblet,

and he drank her blood like wine.

Go back to that, please.

He poured her blood in the goblet,

and he drank her blood like wine.

"Drank her blood like wine."

Mr. Wolfe, the bay spec, that we found on Andrea's

body from the cork.

We need to examine Ms. Milner's wine collection.

You murdered Andrea Edison, and then

you removed her blood.

Then...

you stored 'em...

in these wine bottles.

All because she was a better writer than you.

She wasn't better.

She just took credit for everything I wrote.

Yeah, like that exsanguination scene in Love's Last Bite?

I've been reading her work.

My work.

I wrote that scene.

She told Joe that she did.

She took credit for it.

Yes, but you didn't tell Joe the truth, did you?

Please.

Andrea played him with her short skirts

and grad school vocabulary.

And Joe told her that she was meant for better things.

You know what that means?

Her own book deal. Off of my work.

How'd you get her in the car?

We finished our third book last night.

I said we deserved a ride in the Rolls.

We earned it.

Which is where you murdered her.

I gave her a chance to make things right.

She refused.

I think that was the best chapter I've ever written.

You mean the chapter you stole?

You corrected the punctuation, you didn't write it.

You didn't know anything about exsanguination

until I laid it out for you.

You don't know what you're talking about.

I don't know what I'm talking about?

You're the one who actually thought a vampire

could empty a body of its blood supply.

You need help, Lawrence.

No...

You do.

Let go!

Shut up!

- Let go! Let go! - Shut up!

Oh, my God!

No!

Oh, my God!

And then you exsanguinated her.

I did.

Every last drop.

Shut up!

What are you doing?!

Stop! Let go!

Oh, my God!

See? This is how it's done.

Yes, but you see, the problem is you left an eighth of an ounce.

The process was taking way too long.

Her blood was coming out really slowly.

I had to get her hung up and back to the house

before everyone else got there.

Why not bury her?

Why drain her blood,

put it in wine bottles and hang her in the library?

Because that's how it was done in the book.

Figured you'd think some crazed fan did it.

Yes, but we didn't. And now we're going

to book you for murder.

So, please.

Well, what're you thinking?

He said the exsanguination was too slow.

Yeah. She was young and healthy.

Her heart should've been pumping fast.

It means her blood would have pumped out more quickly.

Why do you think he had so much trouble draining it?

I don't know. Tom found hemlock on her, didn't he?

Yeah. So all that stuff gets in the bloodstream,

slows the heart down?

Who put it there, Frank?

Okay, more of Andrea's personal items.

I've got nothing on the outside of the watch.

Let's look at the bracelet.

Hmm, I mean, if you were going to poison somebody,

you'd want to make sure you put it somewhere you know it

would seep into their skin.

Bracelet is fluorescing red.

It's positive for hemlock.

The watch is as well, but only trace amounts.

Not enough to slow the heart.

The hemlock was on her wrist?

Yeah, that's right.

What about perfume?

Perfume's positive for hemlock.

At least now we know how the poison was delivered.

"Fatto in Milano."

Made in Milan.

We know somebody that was just there.

I'll have another.

She certainly will.

Ah.

Marilyn, you sent Andrea a bottle of perfume.

As a gift. Because she was my best writer.

Why would you send her a gift when she was blackmailing you?

Andrea thought she had what it took to be me.

She kept threatening to expose me,

and then Joseph last week said he thought

she was about to go through with it.

So you knew about the blackmail.

You knew she was going to tell everyone

that you don't actually write your own books.

A week ago, she demanded $100,000.

Next time it could be a million.

So I did what I had to do.

You tried to kill her.

I sent her perfume.

There was hemlock in that perfume.

You figured if you poisoned her

slowly through the skin, that no one would notice.

But I didn't kill her.

We call that attempted murder.

For that, you get 15 to 25 years.

You know, I've known dozens of police officers.

I've interviewed them, I've done ride-alongs.

And I know how your mind works. Is that a fact?

You think there's a right and a wrong, and that if you arrest me

some sort of justice is going to be served,

but really you'd just be giving me

fodder for my next book.

Which you will be writing from prison.

You're under arrest.

Ow.

Marilyn?

Marilyn Milner, is that you?

Oh, my God... I made you!

Whoop, whoop, no callouts.

Who's up to grab dinner?

- I am. - Me. - I'll meet you there.

Hey, Frank, you up for dinner?

Uh, no, I'm waiting on a case meeting.

So, you know... Maybe next time.

Guys, bad news.

We just got a callout.

Homicide on Collins Ave.

Witnesses report the murderer was...

a werewolf.

- I hate Halloween. - Good luck with that.

Frank, next time.

Yeah.