( gasps )
( chuckles )
I-I didn't see you walk up. My bad.
I forgot the first rule of postal etiquette,
never sneak up on a coworker, 'cause they...
BOTH: ...might be sneaking up on you.
I cannot figure out why people love this video game so much.
Can't tell you.
I don't let it in my apartment.
My kids don't need to be reminded
how nasty people can be to each other.
Wish the five trillion New Yorkers
who ordered the game for the day agreed with you. Yeah.
It's gonna be a long day. Yeah. Let me. I'm going in anyway.
Oh. Thanks.
Have a nice ride.
( starts engine )
( garbled radio transmission )
( sighs )
Hey. What do we got?
Uh, postal truck 4281, assigned to a Rosie Diaz
from the Carpenter Street Station.
She left there at 6:30 this morning.
Three hours later, the cops found the truck like this.
VIVIAN: This alley on her route?
Not even close to it. Locals already checked where she was supposed to be.
There's absolutely no sign of her.
Do we know if anything's missing from the truck?
Apparently, today was the drop ship for a new video game.
It's called Demon Storm.
A band of soldiers reseal the gates of Hell.
I take it Reggie's a fan?
I don't like it, but if I don't let him play it at home,
he'll only go to somebody else's house and play it,
and I don't see him enough as it is already.
Right.
Ah, this is from the Department of Labor--
probably an unemployment check.
There's a lot of valuable stuff in the truck.
My guess is, whoever hit it just wanted the games.
Why take the mail carrier?
Maybe something went wrong with the hijacking.
I mean, postal carriers get mugged--
crack heads who think we're delivering envelopes of money--
but we've never had anything like this.
Do you know how many video game packages she had on the truck?
Uh, 316, worth
about $12,000 in retail.
Oh, and the same amount as everybody else?
She probably had twice as many.
Who knew that?
Uh, postmaster, anybody in sorting.
Do you know if she had any problems with any of them?
Maybe somebody here at the station? No.
She's great. Worked here a long time,
never been or had any trouble.
Few people on the floor mentioned that you guys were dating.
"Were" being the operative word.
She broke up with you?
Yesterday.
I can't talk right now.
I gotta go.
Cross-town traffic is gonna cost me a half hour.
I think you owe me an explanation, okay?
Look, Scott.
You're a really nice guy,
a-and you've been really sweet to me,
but I got some stuff going on and I-I need to take care of it.
Like what?
It's not your problem.
I might be able to help. No.
We don't have to stop seeing each other.
I mean, if you need some space, I... Scott.
I'm not gonna change my mind.
Now, I got to go.
I looked for her after her shift, couldn't find her.
I thought she was trying to avoid me.
What sorta thing did she have going on?
It might've been about the kids.
But she has no dependents or family
listed in her personnel file.
She was a foster mom. Probably had two dozen kids
rotate through her house since she started to work here.
How many kids does she have now?
There's two-- a brother and a sister.
Were they any trouble? Not that she mentioned.
But I have to say the whole thing made me a little nervous.
I mean, some of these kids...
What did she really know about them?
Yeah.
She's missing?
I've only been here six months.
I've never had this happen before.
What am I gonna say to Shantel and Malcolm?
I'm assuming that those are Miss Diaz's foster kids.
Yes. At least until I had them removed two days ago.
You took them away from her?
We received anonymous phone calls
saying they were being abused.
It's protocol, pending
the investigation. I'm required to remove them.
How did she react when you showed up?
Better than the children.
Becky is just making sure
I'm taking good care of you, that's all.
But you are. Well, she has to make sure.
It's just for a few days, right? Right.
What was it? Were we too much trouble? Shantel.
-Did we cost you a lotta money? -That's not the case.
-She's not getting rid of us! -Shut up! What are you, stupid?
Shantel! You stop it!
Malcolm...
do you remember what I told you when you first got here?
Don't wear my shoes in the house.
After that.
I told you that I would do anything I could to make your life better
and that I would keep loving you and your sister,
until you both felt comfortable and safe enough to love me, too.
Give me a break.
Do you know I love you?
You remember that, okay?
Until you come back.
You better follow her, before she leaves the apartment.
Malcolm cried all the way back to the residential facility.
Have there been any previous calls
about Miss Diaz's, um, care?
No. So you don't think there's
any substance to the accusations?
Absolutely not.
I know. I'm new.
Maybe I don't wanna believe.
I don't want to believe it either.
Miss Gelamachi, I'm gonna need
records of all the kids that Miss Diaz
has taken care of over the last few years.
I'll be right back.
I'm with the FBI. Did you see your mail carrier today?
No. Did you get your mail?
Yes. Great.
* *
MARTIN: Yeah, that'll work. Okay, thanks.
NYPD'll let us know if any of those stolen games turn up.
Looks like she made it to the 1300 block
of Neeley Avenue. Right here.
Any sign of her car? No, it wasn't on her route.
Or at the post office.
I got an APB out on it, but she disappeared in a busy neighborhood,
in broad daylight, no sign of a struggle.
Nobody saw anything and her car is missing.
Not that every criminal is a mastermind, but, um,
robbing your own truck and then fleeing in your own car,
that's generally considered a pretty bad plan.
( both laughing )
Unless, of course, she really needed the money, which would...
She-she doesn't have a big float,
but she pays her bills on time and
spends most of her money on her foster kids.
Maybe one of her foster kids
got into trouble, and she's just bailing him out.
Yeah. Yeah.
Yeah, that'll work.
Alright.
( all murmur agreement )
( sighs )
I told you! She didn't touch me.
I just had to make sure.
I'm gonna get my colleague in here.
I want to see Malcolm.
Soon, Shantel.
Jack.
You've been living at Rosie's for the last seven months.
What was that like? Okay.
You think she ever hit your brother?
I don't know.
Becky says that you and your brother are really close.
Wouldn't he tell you?
Who knows?
Malcolm is messed up.
That can happen when you come
home one day and find your mother's brains all over the kitchen floor.
According to Becky, when she got there,
it appeared that, uh, you and Rosie
had been having some kind of fight.
There was something going on with her.
What makes you say that?
About a week ago, she freaked out.
Here's my English essay.
Two pages on How the Garcia Girls Lost Their Accents.
Hey. Is it 500 words?
I counted to 270, and there were still a lot more. It's enough.
Can I go out?
You've been going out a lot the last couple of weeks.
We're gonna watch Sword of the Broken Fist.
I'm not watching that stupid movie.
Well, what about, uh, a game of gin rummy?
And I still got plenty of chocolate ice cream left.
Or maybe we just watch something I pick out.
I don't see why not.
If there is anything.
Yuck.
Boring.
Where'd you get these, from your grandmother?
( laughs )
Or maybe we'll just watch one of your training videos.
Can learn how to deal with angry dogs and angry owners...
Hey, no! Give me that!
Give me that right now! You learn to respect!
( sighs )
It's from work.
If it, if it breaks, I would have to pay for it.
Maybe it's not a good night for a movie.
Rosie doesn't get mad.
When she's upset, she just gets disappointed.
So this was really out of character.
JACK: Did you ever find out what was on that DVD?
I looked for it later, and it was gone.
( gunshots, grunting )
Hey, check out what I found hidden underneath her mattress.
Well, pop it in.
Hmm.
MAN: Hey, Billy.
I understand why it was hidden under the mattress.
Kiddie porn.
Get over here and sit next to me.
That boy can't be much older than her foster son.
MARTIN: There's a bunch of kids in this movie,
Why didn't any of them tell what was going on?
If she was doing something like this with those kids,
she certainly fooled people into thinking she was an angel.
Not all people who abuse kids look like monsters.
Yeah. White walls, generic lockers and benches.
This could've been made anywhere.
Yeah, my guess, it wasn't shot in her apartment.
We tore through that place, and there was no signs of DVDs, no video cameras.
Sam, do we know if the kids in the movie are Rosie's foster kids?
Not so far, but I'm trying to track down
five kids who aged out of the system.
If one of the kids wanted revenge, why'd they take the video games?
Who knows? Maybe they were trying to make the abduction look like something else.
Maybe they realized that they stumbled into a gold mine.
Making porn? Rosie? No way.
Maybe not you, but one of the other kids...
I'm telling you, it didn't happen.
Rosie'd scratch her own eyes out
before she let anyone hurt a kid in her house.
You aged outta her house five years ago.
A lot could've happened since then.
How can you be so sure? I still see her all the time.
See, that's unusual.
Most kids that leave the system never look back.
Being at Rosie's, it's not like being in the system.
Four months after I moved in, cops picked me up for tagging.
She took a week off work. Didn't take her eyes off me, like she wanted me to know
there was nothing she wouldn't do to make sure I turned out okay.
When was the last time you saw her? Two nights ago.
She was gonna work a second shift,
and I was gonna watch the kids for her.
Yo!
Hey, Rosie. Hey.
What's going on?
Um, nothing.
Must be or you wouldn't be smoking in front
of Malcolm and the little princess.
Yo, where are they?
Rosie, what happened?
Social Services came.
Someone said I'd abused them,
so they took Malcolm and Shantel to a group home.
Wha... That's ridiculous.
I'll call DSS right now, tell them you didn't do anything.
No, no, no. It's not going to help.
They, they need to finish their investigation.
Well, these won't help me.
Here, I'll get that.
You know, Luis,
I'm supposed to make their lives better,
not just be another person who disappoints them.
You couldn't disappoint someone if you tried, Rosie.
Not Malcolm and Shantel,
not Ernesto, or Julia, or Charles.
I could keep going if you want to.
Remind you of every brat like me
who came here and then left happier and better off.
You know, they've only been gone an hour
and I already miss them so much.
Hey. You're going to get them back.
You didn't do anything.
No.
But some things, you know,
they cast long shadows.
She sent me home,
said everything would sort itself out.
What do you think Rosie meant by "long shadows"?
I assumed she meant that because she got accused of something
that DSS wouldn't trust her anymore.
You think it's something else?
If she's not into kiddie porn, why does she have the DVD?
A lotta porn movies move through the mail.
Maybe she suspected someone on her route was into it,
and she stole the disk to make sure.
Right. And the minute that she turns over the DVD
to the authorities, she goes to jail for mail tampering,
which means she loses her kids.
Maybe she couldn't ignore it, felt she'd no choice.
She decided to confront the person herself.
The abuse call to Social Services,
that was somebody trying to get her to back off?
Martin, do we've the rundown of the customers on Rosie's route?
Yeah, just finished it.
Thanks.
Malcolm, if there's anything you can tell us, anything at all,
it might help us figure out what happened.
Did you ever see a video camera in Rosie's house?
Malcolm. ( phone rings )
Excuse me.
Uh... sure.
You want to go home, right?
So why don't you help me out.
Did you ever see anyone, a friend, a family member,
anyone bring a video camera into Rosie's house?
Um, could we talk outside?
Sure.
I'll be back to get you in a second, okay, sweetie?
Nice to meet you, Malcolm.
Is he always like this? Does he ever speak?
We're required to keep the boys and girls separated at the group home.
I knew he'd have problems being away from Shantel,
but I had no idea he'd relapse so quickly.
What kind of relapse are we talking about?
When he's under stress, he withdraws.
After his mother died, he didn't speak to anyone
but his sister for almost six months.
Here's my card. If he says anything that you think is relevant,
give me a call. Sure.
I got to go. We'll talk about it when I get home.
Yeah. I know.
Sorry about that.
Is everything okay? Yeah.
Mr. King, we're here because you're on the sexual predatiors's list.
That conviction was bogus. The girl told me she was 17.
But she was 15. Call me old-fashioned,
but getting kiddie porn in the mail is a good idea for a guy like you.
You should be harassing the mail carrier
She stole that from me.
Is that why you went down to the post office
to ask 'em to hold your mail?
No. I didn't wanna give her friend a reason to come back.
What idiot friend?
The one she brought with her to knock me around.
What did you do, steal the DVD out of my mail?!
It doesn't matter how I ended up with it.
I just wanna know where it came from. I won't turn you in.
How many others have you stolen? I'm gonna call boss
and have you fired. Give me my stuff back!
No! Hey! Don't touch her!
Stop it. You disgusting freak.
It's legal, I swear! I got it out of the back of Hot & Legal magazine.
Listen to me!
Leave him alone.
God. I shouldn't have let you come with me.
Go. Go!
I'm going to call the cops.
I'm going to call them on both of you.
She came back a couple of days later, apologized.
She told me she went to the newsstand
and looked at the magazine.
You can check it out yourselves.
Why didn't you call the cops?
I didn't need the attention.
So who's this guy who attacked you?
I don't know. Some Puerto Rican.
We'd like you to come downtown
and give us a sketch of that Puerto Rican.
Let's go.
The porn king didn't make the anonymous call to DSS,
at least not from his home or his cell phone.
The postal inspectors looked through
the rest of his mail. He's telling the truth.
All of his porn is legal. Great.
So, you and Marty seem...
Well, you seem something.
Yeah, we are.
Good.
It is good, Sam.
Why are you hiding it?
( sighs )
Just...
( phone rings )
Taylor.
Alright, thanks.
I faxed over this sketch to the post office.
Nobody recognizes Rosie's muscle man.
I've never seen him before.
Did Rosie talk about anyone, maybe a new boyfriend?
No.
There was that guy from the post office, Scott.
I don't know about anybody else.
But I go out a lot.
What about your brother?
What about him?
Do you think that it's possible that his withdrawal
is a result of witnessing something traumatic?
He woke up with a nightmare.
It was about someone being in the house.
When?
Five days ago. A week, maybe.
He has so many nightmares.
Or at least he used to.
I didn't think anything of it.
Malcolm may know what happened.
Do you think you could get him to talk to us?
I'll do whatever I can.
It might be easier for Malcolm
to open up to you if we're not nearby.
This is gonna help us hear what you're saying.
What if he won't talk to me? Hopefully, he will.
See if he recognizes the man in the sketch.
If he does, we need to know everything about him--
his name, how many times he's been to Rosie's house,
and what they talked about, if he ever threatened her.
We're only gonna use this if we need to ask specific questions.
Okay.
Don't worry. Whatever you find out,
it's more than what we know.
Hi, Malcolm.
Ricky told me that you didn't sleep good last night.
Were you cold?
I was cold.
Remember you told me about that nightmare last week?
About the person who made the storm?
It was a man, wasn't it?
Someone with Rosie?
I know. He scared you...
but now you need to tell me what happened.
Don't be afraid, Malcolm.
I got you.
Close your eyes.
What did the man want?
He wanted money.
MAN: What is this! $900? That's not enough!
That's all I've got.
No, there's gotta be something else, something
you can sell! Some...
Shh! There's nothing else.
I've sold the car.
I've given you the money I saved.
I even gave you Shantel's DSS check.
No, listen. There's nothing else. If I give you any more,
I won't have any money to feed my kids.
I don't care about the kids!
Stop it! Leave her alone!
I mean it! Let her go!
Malcolm. Malcolm. I mean it!
He's not gonna hurt me, Malcolm.
He's not gonna hurt me. Let's put the gun down.
Just put the gun down. Look at me, look at me.
Look at Mommy, look at Mommy.
Put the gun down.
Rosie, I'm sorry.
Get out.
Now!
It's okay, sweetie.
He's not gonna hurt...
This is the reason
that I've never wanted you in my house, around my kids.
Now, just go.
Malcolm...
where did you get a gun from?
It was in our closet.
In a box.
I found it a long time ago.
What was the man's name?
Do you know his name?
I don't know his name,
but... Rosie said...
he was her brother.
No. Nothing here even points to her having a brother,
let alone where he might be. Uh-huh.
Nobody even knew she had a family.
Why, did she have to hide him,
keep him away from the kids? I don't know.
You want to tell everybody, don't you?
Sam, you already know how I feel,
and now Danny's asking,
but this probably isn't the right time to talk about it.
Fine, we won't talk about it.
( clears throat )
( phone ringing )
Fitzgerald.
Hey, what's up?
Mm-hmm.
Where? Okay, thanks.
Some guy tried to mail one of the stolen video games
to his cousin in Las Vegas.
It still had the original bar code tracker on it.
Where'd he get it?
Subway entrance at Bronxdale and White Plains.
Let's go.
MAN: Demon Storm. I got Demon Storm here.
25 bucks. Two for $40.
Demon Storm, anybody?
$25, two for $40.
Demon Storm, right here. Half the price you're gonna see...
FBI, turn around. Put your hands on the table.
Where'd the games come from, huh? I don't know.
Looks like these are right off the truck.
Let me help you out.
They were stolen off a postal delivery truck.
I don't know anything about that.
I got them from a guy named Marquez.
I sell them, he gives me a cut.
Is this him?
No, I never seen him before.
Where do we find this Marquez?
I don't know.
You sure about that? Huh?
Phone number. I got a phone number.
Let's go give him a call.
Bag these up.
Alright, fellows lets box these stuff up.
I think I found the brother.
I found the guy that bought Rosie's car.
She must've been in a hurry to unload it
because she left a bunch of stuff inside.
Look at that picture. It was clipped onto the visor.
Flip it over.
"Rosie 17, Manny 7, 1978."
That would make Manny what-- 32 or 33?
About the same age as the guy in the sketch?
Check out the palm trees. Florida? California?
Why don't I run it over to Tech, see if they can get a read on the plate. Huh?
DANNY: Ma'am, your daughter's been missing since yesterday.
Yesterday. Yes, I'm sorry.
Do you have any idea what happened?
No. That's why I'm here.
I'm hoping that you could tell me something
that'll help me find her.
I don't see Rosie much, maybe once a year.
She writes when she can. I don't know what I can tell you.
Maybe you could help me find her brother, Manny.
Manuel? Mm-hmm.
He died.
When?
When I went to prison, Rosie was 17.
She wanted the family to stay together,
so she fought for custody.
But, you know,
things happen.
There was an accident.
He never saw the car coming.
and he... he died right there.
The ambulance came but there was nothing they could do.
I'm sorry. Oh, Manny.
I'm sorry, Mama.
I was supposed to watch him for you, but I didn't.
It's all my fault.
No, baby girl.
I'm his mother.
I should've walked away from your stepfather,
no matter how much he hit me.
Then I wouldn't be in here,
and you wouldn't have had to take care of Manuel.
I'll take care of Jorge better.
I promise.
I'll keep him safe for you.
I know you will.
I know you will, honey. I'm sorry, Mama.
She and Jorge moved up north right after that,
and she would never even talk
about Manuel when she would come to visit.
Maybe that's why she's so focused
on taking care of other people, you know.
Like all those foster kids.
Yeah.
Like all those foster kids.
Now, Jorge Diaz, he's your other son, right?
No, Jorge Hernandez.
He and Manny had a different father than Rosie.
And do you have any idea where he might be?
He lives in Pennsylvania.
Scranton, I think.
I haven't heard from him in years.
Rosie tells me how he is.
You let me know when you find her, right?
Yes, ma'am. I sure will.
You can get back to me at the number....
No, we were just trying to... Yeah.
Okay, well, thank you for checking.
Yeah, let me know if you do find anything, okay?
Thank you. Great, thanks.
I can't find a death certificate for a Manny
or Manuel Diaz or Hernandez,
anywhere near Miami.
Any chance it's just lost in a file room somewhere?
There's always that chance.
Alright, an eight-year-old
gets hit by a car playing in the street.
Nobody does an autopsy, right?
Mm. Probably not.
( phone ringing )
Fitzgerald.
Yeah.
Oh, hey, thanks for getting back to me. Mm-hmm.
Really?
When?
Hold on.
Yeah.
Okay.
Wow.
And the police never made an ID?
Okay. Thanks.
No, no, this was a huge help.
Yeah. Bye.
That was the desk reporter at the Miami Register.
A couple of years ago there was a mall being built
where Rosie and brothers used to live.
Apparently while they were laying the foundation,
they found the remains of a seven-to-ten-year-old boy.
Manny was eight.
Apparently this body was in the ground for a long time.
-How did he die? -Blunt-force trauma to the head.
Could he have been hit by a car?
But why bury him like that if it was just an accident?
Right.
He lives in...
Scranton, Pennsylvania.
...in Scranton.
There are four guys who have that name.
These are them.
They have to make sure they have the right one.
Are any of these right one?
VIVIAN: It's okay if they're not.
Just tell Shantel the truth.
Okay, that's good, Malcolm.
Thank you.
Why was he mean to Rosie?
We don't know.
Sometimes...
brothers and sisters get mad, Malcolm, just like you and me.
But they still love each other.
Rosie and Jorge are going to take care of each other.
We checked you out, Mark.
Seems you and Jorge spent eight months together
in the Sussex County Jail.
That's a remarkable coincidence, isn't it,
that his sister drove the truck where those games came from?
Yeah, he looks sort of familiar.
Well, he better start looking
a lot more than "sort of" familiar.
Because we got you cold for tampering with the U.S. mail
and possession of stolen property.
Plus you're aimed at kidnapping.
I had nothing to do with anything like that.
Well, here's the thing:
he's not here to take responsibility,
so we're more than willing to blame you.
Look, I was just there to buy the games, that's all.
Jorge and his sister, they were still at the truck when I left.
Alright, alright.
$3,000...
three, four, five, six...
Whoa, wait, we talked about $10,000, right?
You told me it'd be 700 or 800 games.
I counted 300 and change.
I can't sell things I don't have. Alright.
Hey, Rosie, what happened?
There'd be a lot. I didn't know how many.
Alright, okay. How about you give me $15 a game.
You're going to sell it for double that anyway, right?
Sorry, man.
Hey! Don't even think about it, man.
Hey, you're ripping me off.
It's okay.
-Just take what you got. -No, it's not enough, Rosie!
I owe $11,000. I only got $6,000.
It's okay. You got something.
Listen to your sister, Jorge.
She's smarter than you are.
He was on edge.
No doubt about it.
Have any idea how he dug himself into an $11,000 hole?
Jorge would bet on two cockroaches
running across a kitchen floor.
Told me he'd been on a cold streak.
You know he's still $5,000 short.
Yeah.
Where's he been playing around here?
I don't know.
Mark, come on, he's been in town for over a week.
Where'd he go to scratch the itch?
There's an underground club.
Where?
Off Pauling Avenue.
You guys, take a hike.
We're with the FBI.
I'm Agent Malone.
Agent Johnson.
Keep your hands where I can see them.
200 bucks? That's all you got left?
We're looking for your sister.
JACK: Mark Ryan told us about the truck and the games.
He said that when he left, you were with Rosie.
You called Social Services and accused her of abusing the kids
to get them out of the way.
Now those kids are waiting for Rosie to come home.
What did you do with her?
I just thought if we went to the ATM,
we could get a little more money.
But I don't have any more!
Rosie...
I screwed up, okay?
I know. I know!
But they're going to kill me! I've gone too far, okay?
If they take my kids away, who's going to take care?
They're gonna kill me!
You have to help me, Rosie. Okay?!
I've helped you.
I have helped you every single time for 25 years
ever since Manny died.
That wasn't my fault!
I shouldn't have left him with you.
I didn't mean to kill, he made me mad.
Jorge, listen to me.
Today was a very bad idea, okay?
So now I have to go home and try and get my kids back.
You have to help me.
No.
Rosie... Rosie!
( subway clattering )
Rosie, don't walk away!
VIVIAN: She gave you everything she had and it wasn't enough.
Where's your sister, Jorge?
I took her to a park.
My sister's in the park.
When she told him that she couldn't help him,
that she had to look after the two of you...
He shot her.
She really loved you.
Will there be a funeral?
Our first mom didn't get a funeral.
I'm sure there will be.
Malcolm...
he can't go through this again.
Another home... loving someone else...
I think he'd be better off if it were just me.
Would you help me...
...so that I can take care of him?
You're only 16...
I'll be 17 in a month.
But there's so much to think about.
You need to finish high school,
you have to get a job.
After your birthday, if you still want to...
I'll do whatever I can to help.
Now, do you want me to tell him?
No.
I'll do it.
Thank you.
What are you still doing here?
I didn't realize how late it was.
You know, that paperwork will keep until tomorrow.
Why don't you go home?
I should.
Uh...
is there anything I can do to help you?
No.
Look...
I know that you think
that I haven't always been there for you.
And you're right, I haven't.
But I'm here for you now.
If there's any way that I can help you...
This you can't do anything about.
But thanks.
Goodnight.
( sighs heavily )
The wall between the two ventricles is enlarged
and obstructing the flow of blood.
It's called hypertrophic cardiomyopathy.
In laymen's terms,
it's a deterioration of the heart muscle.
And the high blood pressure and shortness of breath...?
Are both caused by it.
I'm going to start you on some medications.
And that'll be all?
For now.
We have to see how you respond.
Vivian...
this can be very serious.
Possibly it's what killed your uncle.
It's hereditary?
Yes.
Well, then I ought to get Reggie checked out.
I would.
The earlier you find it, the better the prognosis.
( cell phone rings )
Sorry.
Yeah.
Okay.
Where?
I'll be there in 20 minutes.
Alright.
Got to go to work.
We have a lot more to talk about.
I'll make another appointment on my way out.
Vivian, I'm sorry.
Hey.
What do we got?
Postal truck 4281, assigned to a Rosie Diaz
from the Carpenter Street station.
She left there at 6:30 this morning.
Three hours later, the cops found the truck like this.
This alley on her route?
Not even close to it...