Previously on Unforgettable: Queens Homicide.
Hi, Carrie.
You got a name, pal?
Someone will die in 16 minutes. That's all you get.
That's it. 16 minutes.
CARRIE: Why me? The great sociopaths like to go
head-to-head with the best.
His name is Walter Morgan.
He's an attorney, but we can't touch him.
I called him.
I met him. You're out of your mind.
I think we should loop Al in
on that little offer you got from your
new pal Mr. Morgan. I'd like to keep it quiet.
AL: This is exactly what
this guy wants, to get inside your head.
He's doing what I want. He's playing you.
If this guy's
contacting you, Carrie, be careful.
I don't want to offer him up another victim.
CARRIE: What if he's trying to help me?
Then you're making a deal with the devil.
MORGAN: Be seeing you, Carrie.
There are pleasures in life it would be a crime to refuse.
Wine is one...
another is friendship.
When it's offered.
Hard to find a friend;
an equal to discuss matters.
Is that why I'm here, Walter?
You're looking for a friend?
Sorry, didn't mean to show all my cards as once.
Not much of a hand at poker, I'm afraid.
I prefer pool, all about playing the angles.
You a hustler, Walter?
Oh, no. Unlike you, I never gamble.
You're gambling now, having me here in your house.
I have nothing to hide.
A charming dinner companion for a little information.
Pretty safe bet, I'd say.
What do you know about my sister's murder?
Patience.
It's not a virtue of mine.
That's okay.
It's one of mine.
What's your game, really, Walter?
What do you want?
You said it yourself.
I want you to need me...
...as a friend.
Shall we begin?
Hey, Roe.
Hey. Afraid work's starting this morning.
Oh, yeah
We got a fresh one out at an abandoned warehouse
on 516 Borden Ave.
516 Borden, 9:00. Come alone.
Um, what kind, what kind of body?
It's a dead one, I think. Don't quote me.
I mean, male or female?
It's a male.
Middle-aged. Kind of hard to tell
with most of his head missing.
I'm on my way.
Oh, hey, you got a minute?
Maybe pick up a bagel from that place on 23rd?
I haven't eaten breakfast yet. Hello?
It's the most important meal of the day.
We got a shotgun at close range.
Got one shell casing.
Security guard found him. Had the good enough sense
to get outside before he hurled.
AL: $400 shoes.
What the hell was he doing here?
We're lucky security even noticed an open door
'cause nobody's used this place in months.
Yeah, we got Mike and Nina
circling the area.
See if there's any active security cameras around.
Let's see. Mr. Walter Morgan. 50.
Ooh, Park Avenue.
Should have stayed home, Walter.
Let me see that.
You know this guy?
Where's Carrie?
Should be here any minute.
All right, I want you you do me a favor.
Call Webster, tell her the victim's name.
Ask her to handle the case personally.
Hey, is there something I should know?
What's going on?
Walter Morgan's in there
with half his head blown off.
Well, hallelujah, I guess.
That's what I thought.
Who killed him?
Do we have to find out?
What do you think?
Shouldn't be too hard.
Guy like that had a lot of enemies.
He had a lot of friends.
Big Manhattan lawyer getting shotgunned in
the ass end of Queens,
This case will get a lot of attention.
What not even a bialy?
You got an appetite after all this?
Eating's a natural function. It's a part of life.
What do they say? In the midst of life I am in death?
So in the midst of death, how about a little cream cheese?
You don't know anything about my sister, do you!
You know, in Louisiana, somebody kicks,
they make a pot of gumbo so big,
they eat off it for a year.
Hey.
Oh, how you doing?
I don't know.
I just can't believe it.
Did you tell Al?
That I kept investigating Walter Morgan
after he told me we were done?
After I told him I was done? Uh...
I'll take that as a "no." Yeah.
Do you mind if we just take a look at this together?
You're still not convinced, huh?
Walter Morgan's whole life was about games,
impersonation, deception.
No, I'm not convinced.
Okay.
You mind?
No.
Sometimes the fingers swell after death,
so you just really have to tug.
Give me a second.
Okay.
It's been there a while.
Is that what you were looking for?
What are you doing here?
Where is Jensen?
He told me about your conversation.
You threatened him, Carrie?
That was unnecessary.
What are you talking about?
After our time together,
I so wanted to help you. But now I realize
I might be keeping my promise at Jensen's expense.
Who is that
You need to calm down!
Is that him?! Jensen!
You made it all up, didn't you?
There is no Jensen!
You don't know anything about my sister, do you?!
Satisfied?
I mean, he's wearing
the same clothes as he had on last night.
And you would know that how?
Uh...
I was at the warehouse last night.
Look, this guy,
he said his name was Jensen,
he called me, he said he had information
about Rachel's murder,
but he would only tell me in person.
So I went to the warehouse to meet him,
and Morgan was there.
He was alive when I left.
I was in and out in five minutes.
Which doesn't make your judgment going in there alone
any sounder. Right.
Do you have
any idea who this Jensen is?
I have a phone number that a guy called me from.
I'm doing a reverse search to see if I can get an address.
Look, if you do locate Jensen, let me know
because there's some DNA under Morgan's fingernails
that might be the killer's.
Um, I will definitely let you know what I find out.
Good luck.
AL: And we also believe he was involved in the Benedict case.
But if we knew Walter Morgan was Carrie's caller,
why didn't we just grab him?
All we had to make our case were Carrie's memories.
Which we've relied on for a lot less.
AL: This guy's too connected:
a buddy of the Mayor, the D.A.
Wasn't gonna be good for any of us
to make allegations we couldn't support.
MIKE: So there's nothing linking him
to Richard Simons, that guy in New London, the hardware store?
There wasn't a thing, forensic or otherwise.
Morgan is more a master of psychological manipulation.
He rarely does the killing himself.
He finds vulnerable people
prone to violence and encourages them to kill.
Anything you want to add here?
No, sounds about right. Okay, so, still, if this guy's all you say,
then why wouldn't there be more people coming after him?
Okay, we got security video from the warehouse coming in.
Also put a rush on the ballistic test
for the shotgun shell.
Good. I'll get everyone the background
Carrie and I already worked up.
And right now Morgan's secretary is waiting for us
up at his apartment. Mike?
Carrie?
Sure.
I can't believe he's gone.
Walter was a kind and brilliant man.
He helped my daughter get into private school,
wrote the most beautiful letter.
We know this must be hard for you.
MIKE: Looks like he had himself a little romantic dinner.
SECRETARY: It's a bit odd of Walter not to have cleaned up.
He was unbearably tidy.
I don't think you know anything
about what happened to my sister.
Good night.
Don't go!
You'll get a phone call. His name is Jensen.
Could be good for us.
We should be able to pull some prints off this,
maybe help us I.D. the dinner date.
AL: Was he seeing someone in particular?
SECRETARY: I don't think so.
But he was having a problem with a woman.
I don't know her name, but he was concerned
she was stalking him.
He had me call a security firm
to ask about installing cameras.
Were they ever installed?
No, we hadn't gotten around to it.
Hey, hey, hey. I got gloves.
Sorry.
Don't know what I was thinking.
Thank you.
We'll get, uh, CSU up here.
Excuse me. Yeah.
Yeah?
All right, thanks.
That was ballistics.
They make the murder weapon a 12-gauge shotgun
loaded with reduced-recoil double-aught buck.
That's a... that's a police round.
I have a duck guy in Mamaroneck.
I don't understand the appeal of sitting
in a blind all day with a shotgun
waiting for a bird to fly by,
but you can't fault the results.
You know, I'm going to take off, head back to the office.
I want to talk to Webster.
You guys okay with everything here?
Did you get a good look around?
Oh, yeah.
Remember everything.
All right. All right.
Hey.
Oh, I was just about to call you.
You get the prints back? Uh-huh.
They were a match to Walter Morgan's background check
for the Kansas Bar in '86.
It's definitely him.
This doesn't make any sense.
There's also something else.
I found some DNA under his fingernails.
Mine, right?
What's going on, Carrie?
He's framing me.
For his own murder? Yeah.
I know it sounds insane, and it's about to get worse.
This is the murder weapon.
Where'd you find that? In the trunk
of my car-- it's mine, too.
I need you to do
a residue test on my hands
to prove that I did not fire that gun.
How did he get a hold
of your department-issued shotgun.
I don't know.
I mean, I was at his house for dinner
a couple of nights ago.
Maybe someone broke into my car when I went
to the warehouse to meet Jensen. Wait, wait, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait.
You were at his house?
He called me to tell me he had a lead
in Rachel's murder-- Jensen-- but he wouldn't tell me anything
over the phone, so I went there, and now I just...
I realize he was just trying to make sure
I was in the right place at the right time.
You have to tell Al
that we have been investigating Morgan,
that you were at his house,
everything.
I know.
I know, but I can't now.
I don't... I don't know what's real anymore.
I don't even know if this Jensen actually exists.
All I know is that someone else was there
at the warehouse that night.
Now, maybe it's the person who killed Morgan,
or maybe that person saw me leave
while Morgan was still alive, but I
got to find him, because it's my only chance,
and I promise you I'll come in as soon as I do.
I promise.
No one will believe you killed him.
But I have to tell your people about the DNA.
I know you do.
Just be careful.
I will.
Thank you.
They finally delivered that security footage
from the building next to the crime scene.
Oh, no.
Go on.
*
Hello.
Walter Morgan asked me to call-- about a dead girl in the woods.
You're Jensen.
He told you my name?
I'm not sure this is a good idea.
No, wait, I-I really... I really want to talk to you.
You're a cop.
Yeah, but no matter what you say,
I promise you, none of this will come back at you, okay?
I'm only doing this because Morgan asked me to.
This isn't my thing.
Let's forget about it.
Listen, I-I know how much of a risk this is for you,
okay, so maybe I can make it worth your while.
What do you mean? I'll pay you.
MAN : She wants to give you money?
Very good. Ask for ten grand.
Ten grand.
Okay.
516 Borden, 9:00.
Come alone.
You do anything to make me nervous, I'm gone.
Hello?
She thinks Morgan is trying
to frame her for his own death.
So he got himself murdered just to what, to punish her?
Or it wasn't him,
and whoever killed him knew that Carrie
was an easy target for a frame job.
You do a GSR test?
At her request.
It came back negative.
Of course, she's smart enough to know that you can get
the same results just by washing your hands.
Why'd she come to you, Jo?
Way I figure it, I got maybe two hours
before I have to call the captain
and tell him what's going on,
or we're getting bounced
and sent to monitor evidence rooms
all over this town.
She's been investigating Morgan pretty aggressively.
What
I'd say, ongoing.
Even after we came up empty and I pulled the plug?
Yeah.
What do you mean by "aggressively"?
She meet with him? Twice.
Once for dinner and last night.
Last night?
He was shot last night.
How could such a smart woman be so stupid?
You knew about it? Some.
He offered her information about her sister.
Of course he did.
Where is she headed?
Some guy named Jensen called
for a meeting at a warehouse.
He's either the killer or her alibi.
She's got to find him.
Look, if it makes you feel any better,
I think she knows how badly she messed this up.
It doesn't make me feel any better.
I'm disappointed, Jo.
You should have talked to me.
It was about Rachel.
Yeah.
Hi.
How you doing?
Uh, question:
Were you here last night? 4:00 to midnight.
Okay, I'm looking for one of your customers
who used the pay phone around 8:00.
I get 200 customers in here a night.
You want me to remember somebody who made a telephone call?
How many of your customers still use a pay phone?
All right.
Remember now? Oh, yeah. There were two guys.
One comes in here all the time-- I don't know his name--
and, uh, yeah, I never seen the other one before.
Was one of them kind of skinny, slicked
Yeah, slicked-back hair, nice suit?
Yeah. Yeah.
Tell you what.
You see either of those guys again,
you call that number, there's more money
where that came from. Hell, yeah.
Nina. You get anything?
Carrie's deleted her most recent e-mails.
If the answer to her address request is one of them,
it's going to take a bit longer to restore.
All right, stay on it.
Hey, boss. Hey, I got a weird one here.
I mean, no weirder than anything else that's happened today,
but, uh, when we ran our dead guy's prints to I.D. him...
Yeah, they came back to Walter Morgan. I know.
Yeah, but we also got a second hit.
Seems the same prints
were found at the scene of a sexual assault
five years ago in Utah.
Salt Lake cops looked into it,
but Morgan was here running a trial at the same time.
They concluded it was a mistake.
Like I say, don't know what it means.
It means something. Stay on it.
Hey, Al, wait.
You got a second?
Yeah.
Listen, I got to say that I...
don't really know what to make of this.
She's had my back
a dozen times.
She's solid.
But we're staring something
in the face here. Mike.
It's been nine years we worked together, Al.
I trust you.
I trust your instincts.
Trust them a little longer, okay?
All right.
I got it.
I have a duck guy up in Mamaroneck.
*
I don't think you know anything
about what happened to my sister.
I wish you'd trust me. Now, why would I do that?
Because we're alike.
We live in a bright world.
Clear, exposed, vivid.
They, on the other hand, sleep through a night
of half-truths, of shadows, unknowns.
We don't belong with them.
You don't belong.
What do I want?
I want you to realize that.
Good night.
Don't go.
You'll get a phone call.
His name is Jensen.
Thanks for dinner.
What the hell is going on?
I don't...
I think this guy was working with Morgan
to get me to the murder scene last night.
Is this your mysterious Jensen?
Yeah, I think so.
Well
Short version is...
Walter Morgan told me that.
Was he alive or dead when he told you that?
I didn't kill Walter Morgan.
And this guy was my best chance to prove it.
Oh, man. What are we gonna do?
I mean, we gotta do something about this, right?
Don't ask me, I just work here.
And not that it matters,
but we just got a match on Carrie's prints
in Morgan's apartment.
Well... I don't care. I don't believe it.
Okay, uh, Robert Jensen.
He's a P.I. out of Newark, uh, mostly marital stuff.
His secretary's freaked.
As far as she knows,
Jensen was just helping Morgan out with his stalker.
She did give us a list of past clients.
Time of death?
Webster's saying 20, 22 hours.
Pretty close to Morgan's.
Anything on the murder weapon? Yeah.
Uh, same shotgun as Morgan, too.
What is this guy, a magician? It sounds like it.
What, so, what are you saying? You think she did it?
No. I...
I am saying that we gotta figure out how to handle this.
We got 11 ADAs, and four TV stations,
and three papers and gazillion bloggers,
all wondering what's up with the Walter Morgan investigation,
and right now I don't know the answer!
All right, look. Enough, okay?
She's in there talking to Al.
We'll figure it out.
Yeah, you're right. You're right.
Look, Al will know what to do, okay?
I don't know what to do.
You should've come to me.
With what? You made me promise to stay away from him.
If you'd told me about Rachel,
I would've understood a little bit. No.
You would've insisted that I stay away even more.
For good reason, it turns out!
You actually had dinner with the guy?
I know how bad this looks. Do you?
'Cause I've never seen anything look quite this bad.
I know that if I was anyone else,
you would have arrested me by now, so thank you.
That's right.
But we're not anyone else, are we?
No.
Okay. What have we got?
I mean, claiming Morgan killed himself to frame you
for his own murder is not exactly a winning defense.
Al, I don't know how he's done it.
But this is his game,
this is how he plays.
What's the point of a game
if you're not around to know you've won?
Unless... he is.
MORGAN: Perhaps it's better that you don't remember
what happened on that day in those woods.
You haven't told me anything I don't already know, Walter.
You haven't told me anything that's not in the police report.
To live with that terror every day, every minute...
What else do you know, Walter?
Have you read Robert Frost?
"Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening."
"And miles to go before I sleep."
He was a little like you.
No time to dawdle, and "a little in love with death."
That's like you.
There was a poem.
I wasn't getting it at the time.
"And miles to go before I sleep."
He's not done.
Not by a long shot.
He wants to see if I can beat this.
Did he leave any clues as to how a dead guy isn't actually dead?
I can figure this out,
but I need to be on the case. I need to do my job.
All right, but it's all our jobs.
And there are three detectives out there
who would lay down their lives for you,
and you left them in the dark.
Okay.
So... you seriously think Morgan could still be alive?
Yeah, I do.
Wait, o-okay, then...
who the hell does Webster have in her freezer over there?
I-I'm here to help,
but the facts are the facts.
Look, I know this is
an impossible situation for you guys, I do.
All the evidence points towards me.
I lied to you guys.
But I'm telling you right now,
I didn't kill anyone.
Not Jensen, not Morgan. He's framing me.
I don't know how, but he is.
Which is why I'm giving you a choice.
Sit this one out, or forever hold your peace.
I'm in.
Me, too.
Sure.
Thank you.
Okay. Nina, get the case file
and the crime scene photos to Carrie.
Mike, let's put out a Finest Message
on anyone matching Morgan's description.
And Roe, see if Webster's come up with anything on the body.
All right, where you going?
To tell the DA this investigation is ongoing,
and we have no solid suspects.
So...
at... at Morgan's apartment,
you picked up that glass
on purpose, to get your prints on it,
to cover your tracks, right?
Like you said, the facts were adding up
and they weren't looking so good for me.
So...
Ah... that was clever.
You don't have to babysit me, you know.
Oh, no, I'm not.
I was just, you know, going through some old case files.
Mm-hmm. Did Al tell you to watch me?
Like a hawk.
You know, just so you know, um...
me and Roe had a plan to break you out.
Thanks, Nina.
I prefer pool.
All about playing the angles.
You son-of-a-bitch.
What
Oh, yeah. I got something.
Hey. All right, what do you got?
I don't know. Where do I start?
Um, I'm gonna say "the beginning."
Right.
So you know that strange thing in Salt Lake,
where the cops thought they'd recovered
Walter Morgan's fingerprints five years ago
at the site of a sexual assault? Yeah, yeah, yeah.
But Morgan had an alibi, he was here in New York.
Right. So I snooped around a little.
It turns out the only other lead the police had in the case
was the name of a guy the victim met at a bar,
named John Fox.
But since they only had a name, and someone else's prints,
it was a dead end. Right? Wrong?
Well, I took the name "John Fox,"
and just for the fun of it,
I ran it through a multi-linked recursion sorting program
with all the other information
we put together on Walter Morgan.
Known associated, past clients, school teachers, etcetera.
And it turns out...
Are you ready for this?
Oh, you had me at "recursion program."
Turns out Walter Morgan had a client named John Fox
25 years ago in Kansas.
But not just any client.
Fox was the last client Morgan had
before he folded up his practice and moved to New York.
Wow, um...
I'm excited, but I don't know why.
Here's why.
This is the Kansas DMV photo of a 16-year-old John Fox.
Threw a little face-aging software at it,
it's the same program the Feds use on photos of missing kids.
Same photo, aged 30 years,
in which John Fox looks an awful lot like...
Walter Morgan. Walter Morgan.
Wow!
All right, the arms on the bodies at the warehouse
were placed in a very specific pattern.
We thought they might be pointing at different objects
in their surroundings,
but we couldn't find anything that made sense.
So I'm thinking...
...angles.
Angles.
So the body at the warehouse,
Morgan.
One of his arms was placed at
a 55-degree angle, the other at 50 degrees.
Jensen,in the van.
One arm at 13 degrees, the other arm at five.
Which gives us...
A phone number?
You try calling it?
Not yet. It's too soon.
I'm-I'm not ready... for him.
See, he wants to prove
that he and I are alike,
that we both live outside of society.
So what's he going to try and do?
Separate me from society.
And if you're wanted for murder,
he becomes the only one to turn to.
We have to convince him that he's succeeded.
That I've been abandoned by my own people.
You and Tanya, you were right.
John Fox traded places with Walter Morgan 25 years ago.
Now, Fox is done with his old life,
he's ready to start a new one,
and he wants me to be a part of it.
But he's got to know you'd never go along with it.
He's thinking if his plan succeeds,
you'll have no other choice.
I just got off the phone with the ADA.
They-they know that we are circling on somebody,
and they want to know who. I didn't know what to tell them.
Tell them you're arresting Carrie Wells.
REPORTER : Local police hunt
one of their own tonight,
as homicide detective Carrie Wells
is now officially the prime suspect
in the shotgun murder of
Manhattan attorney Walter Morgan.
The search for Wells began here,
on Skillman Avenue in Sunnyside, Queens...
Okay, I say go for it.
REPORTER: ...when detectives arrived to take her into custody.
According to witnesses,
Detective Wells used a back alley to make her escape...
REPORTER: ...discovered early this morning in an abandoned warehouse
in Long Island City.
Police are not releasing...
Hello, Carrie.
Great to hear from you.
You sure she's okay going in?
It's the only way.
Morgan's got to believe she's alone, or he'll be gone.
Anything yet, boss?
No. No contact, she hasn't seen him.
She's got him.
She sees him.
Okay, all right, we got that, Al.
Where is he?
Not sure.
Somewhere out in the middle there.
I lost her.
I'm moving in.
Walter?
I'm sorry, I have to go now.
It's a splendid view, isn't it?
I'll take your weapon.
It's just a precaution.
It's like my little prank just now;
it's more habit than anything else.
Dead man can't take chances, right?
Still nothing.
I got her. I got her.
She's talking to someone.
Is it Morgan?
Who's she talking to?
I can't confirm.
I'm going closer.
You did so well, Carrie. I'm proud of you.
You were right.
Minute they found Jensen's body, they came after me.
So...
So you see now, right?
It's impossible for you to stay with them.
I'll go anywhere with you.
I just, I want to get out of this city.
Do you really mean it?
Yes.
I planned it all.
It'll be a new life, you'll see.
It-it will be a rich one.
That's odd.
There's no maintenance scheduled to the bridge today.
Oh, Carrie.
You really know how to hurt a guy.
Walk.
I lost them.
I don't have a visual.
So what now, Walter?
Oh, I always had a contingency plan.
It involves you
and a stirring little suicide note,
if I may take any credit.
And then what, you just disappear?
Shed this skin, take on another?
Is that it?
Yes.
How many lives can John Fox live?
Well, we've done our homework, haven't we?
What was so bad about being you
that you had to take someone else's life?
You can't imagine.
And I hardly took it.
Walter and I had a mutual agreement.
A generous monthly stipend.
Heck, he never wanted to be a lawyer, anyway.
That was him at the warehouse that night, wasn't it?
The real Walter Morgan.
I invited him from Kansas City, yes.
It was a delightful reunion.
Walter took in a few shows.
He had a grand old time.
Till you took his face off with a shotgun.
Things change.
I was hoping
you'd change.
I really was, Carrie.
Lock up traffic.
Lock it up now.
We would have been so matched.
So suited for each other.
No, see, I did my time in your world.
Too bad we didn't meet
back then; you might have had a chance.
I was a real mess.
Just like you.
Okay, enough.
Get over there.
Move.
Go.
I want to know one thing.
Did you ever really know anything about Rachel's murder?
Anything at all?
You'll never know.
Sorry.
Good-bye, dear Carrie.
You tell me what happened to Rachel!
Tell me!
I can't hold you. You have to let go. No!
You have to let go of him!
He's right, you know.
Be seeing you, Carrie.
Thanks.
AL: Harbor North's been dragging the river.
They haven't found Morgan, but they will.
I don't know, I just...
I guess I'll feel better when we have a body.
Yeah.
Hey. Speaking of dead bodies,
I think we got the story worked out finally.
Um, you-you go ahead.
No, you go ahead.
Nah, I think you should. I think you should go.
We think it goes like this.
Way back in Kansas,
John Fox was a very brilliant
and very miserable young sociopath,
when he came upon an equally unhappy young lawyer
named Walter Morgan.
Morgan and Fox were about the same height, similar build,
which is why Fox must've decided
to use the resemblance to his advantage.
Whatever deal he offered Morgan, we have bank records that show
that he's been making payments to his Kansas account
for the past 25 years.
Couldn't have said it better.
So Morgan--
our Morgan-- was paying off Fox
as part of a long-running identity swap?
All those years, he does whatever he wants
under an assumed identity.
And then when he's ready to disappear,
he just murders Fox, aka Morgan.
Which is why the body checked out as Walter Morgan
and why our victim was conveniently missing his face.
Only, he made one mistake.
He couldn't know Fox would commit a sex crime in Utah
and leave his prints behind.
None of this explains
how he knows anything about Rachel's murder.
I think you and I both know he probably didn't.
I'm sorry.
Excuse me, Detective Burns?
Thought you might like to see this, sir.
Yeah, what do we got?
Found it with Jensen's body in the van.
I was vouchering it and it started ringing.
Only one number in here.
MAN: Hello.
Hello. Who is this?
Who is this?
Carrie Wells, Queens Homicide.
This phone is evidence in a murder investigation
involving Walter Morgan.
Oh, you mean Detective Morgan.
I've been trying to reach him all morning.
I-I'm sorry. Who am I speaking to?
I'm Detective Franks, Syracuse P.D.
I've been working with Deputy Chief Marston.
Your Detective Morgan contacted us
about a case we have up here
involving an abduction and murder of a young girl.
Um, is
No, ma'am.
We found a body two days ago.
Can you tell Detective Morgan
his information was right on the money.
We got the guy.
You made an arrest?
We're talking to him.
Found him hanging around the crime scene.
Morgan said you might be interested,
so I just sent you a picture.
Thanks.
It's him.
He killed my sister.
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