"Hey, Chief." "The victim is Lisa Mason, she's a 34-year-old, white female." "She's also the wife of Deputy District Attorney Scott Mason." "That's him over there." "I understood the body was found naked on the beach less than an hour ago." "How was she identified so quickly?" "Well, the killer threw her wallet and her clothes along the hillside here, and the Harbor Division got her driver's license, and..." "And one of their friendly detectives called Mr. Mason?" "That's not right." "Yeah, well, Mason's a heavy hitter in the DA's Major Crimes office." "I don't know, maybe they're thinking a little professional courtesy." "So why are y'all up here instead of down there?" "Commander Taylor's orders." "Chief Johnson, I'd like to see my wife." "Please." "Mr. Mason, I'm terribly sorry about your loss, but I know that I don't need to explain to someone who prosecutes murderers for a living why you can't go down there with me." "And though I've never met your wife," "I'm certain that she wouldn't want you to see her this way." "It would be much more helpful to us if you would give us your statement, please." "Mr. Mason, why don't you come with me, sir, downtown." "We'll get your statement there." "Thank you very much." "Detective Daniels is still at the Homeland Security seminar?" "Two more weeks." "So, this plan that you've hatched with Chief Pope means we continue short-staffed." "Never mind." "Let me see what's going on down here." "What is the point of keeping most of my squad out of the crime scene?" "My call." "I wanna keep the crime scene simple and avoid attracting the media." "And, frankly, this is something not everyone needs to see." "I thought she washed up on shore." "No, dry as a bone." "And you won't find any water in her lungs, either." "These red marks." "Not the cigarette burns, but the little dots." "Did the coroner's investigator say what they might be?" "Those red dots are from a cattle prod." "They're all over her back, too, and unfortunately, they are not limited to outside her body." "The killer used his weapon, if that's what you want to call it, to seriously damage her organs." "There's some old bruising here." "How long has she been missing?" "According to the husband, just since last night." "Dead between 7 and 10 hours." "Here's some chaffing around her ankles, wrists and neck." "She was tied up, standing," "tortured and strangled." "No sign of a gag, so the killer either wanted to hear her scream, or she was anesthetized." "She's gonna be negative for drugs, Chief." "The victim felt everything." "I get the impression you've found bodies like this before." "In 1998, three other women were tortured and strangled to death in the same way." "Three days apart, each one dumped on an LA County beach." "Then, the next year, the same thing happened all over again." "Press called the guy who did this the PCH Killer." "PCH?" "Pacific Coast Highway?" "Media nickname." "That must have fed his ego." "Seems like the kind of guy who likes a lot of attention." "Which I prefer he not get till after we find him." "There's one more thing." "Lieutenant." "Oh, yeah." "He brands each victim on the heel in the order in which he kills them." "One, two, three, with Roman numerals." "So, take a look at this." "We're running a little behind." "All right, perfect." "Thank you." "Hey, Chief." "We have all available air assets up and flying our way." "Yeah, we're searching every beach in the county." "The second you find anything, let me know." "Bye." "You're welcome." "So, it says here that in the previous cases, the murders were considered part of a rape, but semen was only discovered on the bodies, not in 'em." "Yeah, he's a real pervert." "Not a surprise." "So, he ties them up, so that they feel helpless, and then neuters them with an electric prod," "and then brands their feet." "He's transforming them from women into cattle." "And he's a psycho." "Also not a big shock." "And when he's finished with 'em, he dumps 'em on a public beach naked, indicating he believes they deserve to be humiliated for some reason." "Do we know why?" "No idea." "But all of these women were involved in long-term relationships." "Three of them were married and three were engaged." "And all of them were messing around with men other than their significant others." "And all of them were divorced at least once." "Well, that doesn't narrow down the field very much, Lieutenant." "Well, there's something else they all have in common." "Maybe you've noticed." "They're all pretty." "Which makes me think that, since the wounds were inflicted during the murder, and there were no drugs, that the women went with him willingly." "So, even though our serial killer is a sexual pervert..." "He doesn't look like one." "Have you spoken to all the victim's ex-husbands?" "Yeah, dead ends." "Or maybe I just didn't know what to ask them." "Do you wanna speak to Lisa Mason's first husband, too?" "Yes." "So, three women in nine days." "He must choose his victims in advance." "How does he do that, I wonder." "Excuse me." "I hate to suggest it, but I've always felt our killer might be part of LA County Law Enforcement." "PCH." "Runs through areas supervised by the Sheriff's Department, LAPD," "Santa Monica, Huntington, Long Beach Police Departments..." "So, by leaving bodies on all these different beaches, he's creating cross-jurisdictional issues." "Counting on slow communication." "And he's managed to dump six bodies along a well-traveled highway during two massive manhunts, without being caught." "Every law enforcement agency in the county still hands their cases over to the same district attorney." "And we just happen to have the Deputy DA waiting in an interview room for you." "And though his wife didn't come home last night," "Mr. Deputy DA Scott Mason didn't report her missing." "Seems neglectful." "All right." "Thank you, Lieutenant." "Lieutenant Provenza, could you please call the morgue and get a prelim on Mr. Mason's wife ASAP?" "And Lieutenant Flynn, please send out a request for follow-ups to all reports of screaming in the county over the last week." "These women didn't go quietly." "Thank you." "PCH Killer?" " We thought he was probably dead." " Unfortunately, no." "I'm sorry, Mr. Mason, but I have several questions that need answered, and in a hurry, because, as you may remember, this particular guy..." " Murders in threes." " That's right." "And due to our time constraints," "I only have about 60 hours before this guy's gonna kill again." "I feel a particular obligation to just jump right in here." "So, is there a reason that you failed to report your wife missing when she didn't come home last night?" "We live in Echo Park, and she works on the Westside." "If she goes late, she sometimes stays overnight at her sister's in Santa Monica." "Last night, she called me to say that she was too tired to drive home." "And that was the last time you spoke with her?" "Yes." "Yes, that was the last time." "Since you seem to know a bit about this so-called PCH Killer's M. O..." "Not that much, really." "All that information was pretty carefully handled." "Well, then you may not know that he tends to choose women that are divorced." "Which would fit." "Yes, Lisa left her first husband about a year and a half ago." "Okay." "Another characteristic of the victims..." "They were all straying outside their primary relationships." "So, are you aware, or do you have any reason to believe that your wife was having an affair?" "No." "No." "She..." "Lisa would never do something like that." "And can you account for your own whereabouts last night, sir?" "I was at home by myself." "Okay." "There's just one last thing." "In order to find the lunatic that did this to your wife," "I need you to sign this consent form allowing us to search your house." "Search my house?" "For what?" "E-mails on computers, phone records, appointment books." " Frankly, anything that'll help us to..." " But there's nothing that..." "No." "No, why would I agree to that?" "Because if you don't agree, sir," "I'm leaving this room to call the District Attorney to inform him that a deputy in his Major Crimes office is standing between me and a serial killer." "And I say this because I want you to understand that I will not permit this investigation to be compromised by your affiliation with law enforcement." "There is a woman's life at stake here." "Do not test me on this, sir." "Sign the consent form." "Excuse me." "We found the first victim." " On which beach?" " Not on the beach." "County morgue." "Three-and-a-half days ago, homicide investigators in the LA Sheriff's Department brought her in from Malibu Beach." "Don't know why they didn't call you." "Her face is unrecognizable." "That's one difference between the two bodies." "Your murderer smashed in our Jane Doe's face with a blunt instrument." "Broke her cheek bones, knocked out some teeth." "Jane Doe?" "Didn't they find her ID in clothes on the beach?" "That's the other dissimilarity." "This victim was dumped without her personal belongings." "But, in addition to the semen, cigarette burns and prod marks which match Lisa Mason's body," "there's also this." "It's the same killer." "Okay, exactly when and where did the sheriffs find her?" "Okay, we need to get whoever this Deputy Slade guy is into Pope's office right now." "This looks a lot more personal." "So, this Jane Doe we found, ran her prints through AFIS, no hit." "Didn't have a name or even a face, really, to check with missing persons reports." "So, I went out on my own and had a plastic surgeon help us construct this, a computer-generated portrait." "And did you identify her?" "No." "But look, we've had people knocking on every door in Malibu with that picture." "I took it myself into the local bars and restaurants, and nobody knows her." "And my partner and I were rookies during the previous murders." "There's no possible way we could have known the significance of..." "But what about entering the murder into ViCAP?" "Look, fellas, I don't think we need to figure out how we got here as much as how we move on." "I agree." "In my opinion, and if you think the Sheriff will have an issue with this," "Deputy Slade, please speak up." "Investigating these murders separately just doesn't make sense to me." "No, we agree." "We agree." "In fact, I was told if you want her, we can hand off our Jane Doe to you, increase our patrols along the PCH and coordinate with the local police departments." "Except all that was done last time, and I don't know how, but the killer turns our extra surveillance along the PCH to his advantage." "So, it's either not enough, or it's too much." "And the bigger problem is, if we concentrate our resources on the highway, by the time the killer gets to the beach, he'll have tortured and murdered another woman and that is simply not acceptable." "Well, but if a highly visible force gets out on the road and if the Sheriff's Department helps us make it clear that we are sparing no resources here, maybe this nut job will back off until we can find him." "I certainly hope so." "Because right now, we've got about 48 hours left before he's supposed to kill again." "No ID yet from this computer-generated photo." "So, I've scoured all the different county police departments for their short-term missing lists." "Women between 19 and 45." "Now, these aren't full reports yet, but one of them might hit the mark." "Just crosscheck these with the ones I've already gone through." "So, our killer is strong enough to carry the bodies down the hill and smart enough to cover his tracks." "Who would be that familiar with the county beaches?" "I wish I knew, Chief." "Drives me crazy I never got this guy." "Crazy." "This cattle prod is like the one used by our killer." "It's not strong enough to spread the electric shock through the entire body like a stun gun, okay?" "It's designed to hurt, not kill, and you can order this online." "Let's call the company that makes this thing and have them send us their customer database." "And this battery pack..." "Let's see how long it's good for." "Maybe our guy just ordered a few more." "Well, I can tell you one thing, Chief." "Deputy District Attorney Mason has got a very interesting closet." "All sorts of things that vibrate and glow in the dark." "Oh, and Lisa Mason never set foot in her sister's house yesterday, and she hasn't spent a night there in over five months." "So that part of Mason's story doesn't hold up." "Did you notice if DDA Mason had a lot of sunblock in his house?" "I didn't think to look." "Why?" "Well, he's not very tan, is he?" "How would Mason know the county beaches well enough to drop off the bodies in eight different places?" "That kind of knowledge would put some color in your cheeks, wouldn't it?" "I think we have a match!" "The Jane Doe from the morgue." "Tammy Reynolds." "Yeah, her boss called about her two days ago." "She was supposed to be back at work on Monday." "Not officially missing yet." "She could still be on vacation with her husband, whose name is Robert." " Robert Reynolds." " On vacation?" "Where?" " Doesn't say." " Here he is." "Robert Reynolds, 38, has a condo in Santa Monica, a boat in the marina." "A couple of drug arrests in the '90s." "Has anyone reported Mr. Reynolds missing?" "I can't tell from here." "Let me look into it." "I guess he's handsome." "Is it odd that the killer started up again after eight years by offing his own wife?" "It looked a lot more personal." "I don't know." "You wanna split up?" "FBI will take the condo in Santa Monica, you guys take the marina." "Yes, that would be a good idea." "Lieutenant Provenza, could you please get us a search warrant for Mr. Reynolds' boat?" "Detective Sanchez, Sergeant Gabriel," "I'm gonna want some backup when we get to the marina." "Lieutenant Tao, now that we have them, let's start looking through Lisa Mason's computer files." "Maybe she met Mr. Reynolds online." "And Lieutenant Flynn, if you could do some background work on Tammy Reynolds, see if she fits the profile of our other victims." "Thank you." "Hey." "Hey." "I know you're exhausted, and this is important, but if you're not done by 1:00 this afternoon, you're still gonna have to delegate for an hour, so we can make that follow-up with your doctor." "Yes, yes, I know." "As soon as you show me that warrant, I'll be happy to let you pass." "Sir, if I could just check and see if Mr. Reynolds is on board his boat..." "The Reynolds haven't been here since last Saturday when they took the boat out." "A little sunset tour." "Hardly worth all this fuss." " It's not a fuss, it's a murder investigation." " Thanks." "Excuse me, sir, please." "Mr. Reynolds brought his boat back from vacation, and then took it out again?" "They haven't been on vacation since last year." "You maybe have the wrong boat anyway, huh?" "Hello, Danny, how you doing?" " Mr. Delaney." " Come on through." "I can't believe he's not letting us in." "I can't believe it!" "Chief." "Here is my legal authority." "Now, step aside, sir." "Move." "Thank you." "Excuse me, sir?" "What are you doing?" "I got an order to straighten up the boat." "What order?" "When?" "Mr. Reynolds called me Sunday afternoon, said he cut himself cleaning fish." "Wanted me to see if I could clean the blood off his deck." "All right, we'll take care of that." "Thank you, sir." " Blood." " Just keep moving." " Clear!" " The galley's clear." "There's more blood in the sink." "Nobody here, Chief." "There was." "We found some teeth." "I'm sending them to the morgue to see if they match" "Tammy Reynolds' mouth." "What are you thinking, Chief?" "I'm thinking I understand why no one heard the victims scream." "They're dying out there, Lieutenant." "I've been concentrating on the wrong initial in PCH." "Our killer doesn't bring the victims down from the highway, he's swimming 'em in from the Pacific." "But where's Robert Reynolds?" "I mean, at this point, we're moving into a manhunt, aren't we?" "There's still another victim to think about, Lieutenant, and I don't wanna find that guy carting another dead woman around." "I have to go for a bit." "While I'm on my way back to the Murder Room," "I want to have this boat taken apart." "We're looking for floatation devices and oxygen tanks." "Get some divers in here, too." "Let's find out what's underneath this thing." "I want that blood tested for type, and I want those results as soon as possible." " Thank you, Lieutenant." " Yes, ma'am." "Based on your labs, I have a preliminary diagnosis of early onset menopause, and all the suffering that goes with that." "Hot flashes, cramps, weight gain." "Also, water retention, followed by night sweats, premature wrinkling and mood swings." "But this isn't supposed to be happening." "I'm about 100 years too young." "Yes, you are several years below the average age." "But you're not in control of your body, and in your case, it may be genetic." "Have you ever asked your mother when she went through..." "No." "Well, maybe you should give her a call." "Today I feel fine." "Yes, and if you're lucky, you'll have lots of days like that." "I don't." "I haven't slept in three years and I keep a fan in my purse." "So, if it's not genetic, why else would this be happening?" "Well, that's the question." "I've found that early onset menopause is sometimes only a symptom of another illness, and we should look to see what that might be." "Yes?" "Well, yeah." "Absolutely." "So, we'll take some more blood today, and then I'll check and see when we can schedule you for a sonogram." "Wait, wait, wait." "If you mean a symptom of something else, do you mean, like..." "Like, cancer or something like that?" "That's not the first thing that leaps to mind." "It can also be ovarian failure, or a viral infection that migrated to your organs." "I can't know." "So, let's schedule you for the sonogram, and see where that leads us." " Okay?" " That would be great." "Thank you." "All right." "I'll be back in a few minutes." "Did you find anything in Robert Reynolds' condo?" "Some of the same leather gear Mason had, but no blood." "Hey." "Come on." "Hey, hey." "You're gonna be fine." "No, I'm not." "I'm gonna be old and wrinkled and retain water and..." "Hey, hey." "Hey." "Listen." "Hold on." "Look, I was planning on doing this at dinner tonight." "I think it probably would have been a little more romantic, but chances are you're still gonna be working." "And this damn thing doesn't really fit in my pocket, so..." "What damn thing?" "I know in your heart you're a bit of an old-fashioned girl, so..." "You see," "I've arrived at that place where I can't imagine life without you, and let me just say" "I love you more than anything else in the world." "And Brenda, will you marry me?" "Please?" "You're only asking me 'cause you feel sorry for me." " No, I don't." "Not at all." " Yes, you do." "I don't feel sorry for you." "I'm not even nice." "You are the woman I have been looking for my whole life, and I'm taking advantage of you when you're most vulnerable because I want you to say yes." "So please say yes." "Oh, that's so beautiful." "Is it okay if I keep my own name?" "Of course." "Well, I guess if you don't have any better sense than to ask me," "I guess I better marry you." "Because I think you're the guy I've been looking for, too." "And here we are." "We found each other." "We found each other." "Chief?" "Lieutenant Provenza's still waiting for the divers down at the marina, but I have DDA Mason in the interview room if you're ready." "If you would just baby-sit him for a moment..." "Okay." "Hey there, Gabriel, sir." "Good work, Chief." "We have everyone looking for Reynolds." "Including the Coast Guard, since you made it clear that he's murdering these women at sea." "But DDA Mason doesn't have much experience on the water, and he's one of us, and he just lost his wife." "So I wonder if questioning him now is a good use of our time." "It is." "Look, I know that every law enforcement agency in the county is looking for our killer, but so is someone else." " Who?" " His next victim." "And she may have already found him." "And what makes you think Mason can help you with that?" "The women's sizes in his leather gear and the previous bruising on his wife's body." "Excuse me." "Tammy Reynolds was definitely divorced." "Last year." "Married Reynolds six months ago." "Pictures of Reynolds we got off the Internet." "Posted them himself." "It might be how he met his victims." "Likes attention." "Pervert." "And tan." "Has anyone reported Mr. Reynolds missing?" "No." "But he didn't disappear right away." "Made a few calls after his wife's murder." "One call to his office." "One to the boat maintenance guy for the cleaning." "And one to the restaurant where his wife worked." "I have the names and addresses of Lisa and Tammy's ex-husbands." "Lisa's lives in London." "Jeremy something." "And Tammy's ex has a small business on Pacific Street." "Lucas D. Jones." " Would you like me to call them?" " No." "Thank you, Lieutenant." "We may be notifying them of a death, which we have to do in person." "When we have the time." "Sorry." "Yes, Lieutenant?" "The blood in the cabin corresponds to Tammy's type." "And the morgue matched the teeth we found to her mouth." "So that's done." "Now, the blood on the deck may be male." "Hold on, Lieutenant." "Hold on." "Hold on." "Okay." "So, it looks like Reynolds and his wife had a domestic dispute, which pushed the guy back into psycho mode." "If it's Reynolds, where did he kill Lisa Mason?" "He hadn't been back to the marina since Saturday." "Does he have another boat somewhere?" "Not registered." "And what have the divers found?" "Well, they haven't got here yet." "Well, have they come across anything that could have helped" "Mr. Reynolds get his wife to shore completely dry?" "Like a rubber raft?" "Or a body bag?" "No." "No." "You want me to look around and see if he borrowed any of that stuff from someone?" "Yes, Lieutenant." "And look very hard." "Please." "Because I'm worried we may be looking for the wrong man." "You got it, Chief." "Thank you, Sergeant." "Chief Johnson, I want you to tell me exactly why I'm here." "Obviously, my wife was murdered by a serial killer." "And from what my friends in the Sheriff's Office tell me, the first victim died when I was in Sacramento." "Mr. Mason, our search warrant produced evidence indicating that you and your wife shared a less traditional view of marriage than the average couple." "Okay." "None of that stuff is illegal to have or to buy." "Yes, but the amount of that stuff indicates more than simple experimentation." "And from the women's sizes, I have to assume that your wife shared your interests." "Yes?" "Look, sir." "In less than 39 hours, another woman could be found naked, tortured and strangled to death on a beach." "I am trying to stop that from happening." "And as an officer of the court, and the husband of the victim, it is your duty to help me." "Now, there are old bruises on your wife's body, yet she was only abducted two nights ago." "So I need to know where those bruises came from." " Are you accusing me of domestic abuse?" " You know I'm not." "I'll rephrase." " Were you and your wife into SM?" " Okay, you know what?" "I'm..." "I'm..." "All right, yes, we were." "How does that help you?" "Because I wonder if this attitude that you all had towards sex included, as the victimology suggests, partners outside your marriage." "I asked you that question before, sir." "But this time I need a more truthful answer." " And this will really help?" " Yes, sir." "Okay." "Yes, we had an open relationship." "Is that enough?" "No." "I need to know if you ever met any of the men with whom your wife was having sex." "No." "Not met." " Then, can you describe them?" " Excuse me?" "Can you tell me what kind of man your wife was attracted to?" " Physically?" "Did she have a type?" " She's trying to get an ID on Reynolds." "Where did she meet her extramarital partners?" " Figure out how he met Lisa Mason." " Online?" "It's a legitimate line of questioning, Chief." "No." "I didn't want to post my picture on the Internet." "And neither did she." "Look, is there any way that we can accomplish what you want here without ruining my wife's reputation?" "And mine?" " She was the victim here, right?" " I am very sorry." "But this is not a judgment of your lifestyle." "It is a hurried and difficult inquiry into how the killer and your wife may have found each other." "So if you didn't meet people online," "I'm assuming that you all went to a bar or something like that." "My wife and I belonged to a private club called The Verge." "It's a space organized for these kind of encounters." "Look, it was just sex, okay?" " I loved Lisa, and Lisa loved me." " I don't doubt it." "Can you tell me if you ever noticed what kind of man attracted your wife's attention?" "Because one of those men may have been her killer." "And you may have seen him, sir." "Just in passing." "I'm particularly interested in anyone with access to boats, or specific knowledge of the LA coastline." "What, what, what?" "Do you think she talked to them about geography?" "Maybe you heard a name." "Robert Reynolds or..." "Names?" "There are no names." "Okay?" "All right." "You want every dark detail?" "Here you go." "She liked really fit guys in their mid-30s to mid-40s." "Military types were a big plus." "And she was into getting tied up, which didn't interest me." "So sometimes she went to The Verge on her own." "They have a special night for bondage." "So, you and your wife had sex at the club?" "It's a sex club." "What do you think we did?" "So, this sex club, The Verge, has over 6,000 members, almost 2,000 of whom are female." "Now, you're not gonna even have time to find them all, let alone talk to them." "Some of these women are from out of town, and some will be single." "All our victims are divorced and from LA County." "So, it is reasonable to assume that the killer's next victim will fit this profile." "We've already got an all-out manhunt in progress for this Robert Reynolds." "The area beaches, the highways, all the local marinas." "We are straining the limits of what county law enforcement can do." "But obviously, the killer is choosing his victims in advance." "And The Verge could help him do that." "Now, we know that Reynolds was a member." "Right, and based on that information, we've included The Verge on the list of places we're watching, and that's it." "But we are only concentrating on one side of this search operation." "Looking for the killer is important, but it's also important to find the woman that he is about to murder." "Now, if you would just let me have some extra people to contact the women on this list..." "We don't have any extra people." "Look, I said that's it!" "I heard you say you wanted to talk to the ex-husbands of the other victims." "That sounds like a good idea." "All right, fine." "Pardon me, sir." " Chief?" " Yeah." "So, now what, Chief?" "Well, I guess I'll talk to Tammy Reynolds' ex, this Lucas D. Jones, while I'm still alert enough to drive." "And I'll see if he can tell me something I don't already know." "Meanwhile, I want you and the rest of the squad to start calling all the women on that list from The Verge, but discreetly." " Discreetly." "Start warning them." " We'll do what we can, Chief." "Thank you, Lieutenant." "I appreciate it." "Hello?" "Anyone here?" "Hi." " Didn't mean to interrupt your work." " No, it's slow lately." " More time for surfing, then." " Yeah, when I have the energy." "You know, you scared the living daylights out of me earlier." " You are the police lady, right?" " I am." "Brenda Johnson, LAPD." "And you must be Lucas D. Jones?" "Yeah. "D" stands for Daniel, but people call me Danny." " Can I help you with something?" " Oh, sorry." "I'm just here to follow up on that phone call" "Mr. Reynolds made, asking you to clean his boat." "Sorry, I just..." "I need to get this." "No problemo." " Hello?" " Chief." "We found Reynolds." "Where?" "Tied up under his boat with his head cut off." "Divers just brought him up." "Right now we're identifying him by his tattoo." "Chief?" "Chief?" "You there?" "Chief?" "Yes, Lieutenant." "Well, that's interesting." "Chief." "Anything wrong?" "Yes, Lieutenant." "Yes." "I'm just gonna finish this call, and I'll be..." "I'll be right back." "Sure." "Okay." "Chief." "Lieutenant, I need backup at 37401 Pacific Street." "Chief, I can't hear you." "I said, I need backup at 3740..." "Where's Mr. Reynolds' cell phone?" "Did you use one of the boats that you're repairing to murder Lisa Mason?" "Are there any other victims we should know about?" "Chief." "It's from Lieutenant Flynn." ""Remember, Chief, when recovering from shock," ""it's important to keep your legs elevated."" " For heaven's sakes." " Well, Flynn's a class act." " You sure you want to hear all this?" " Yes." "Just summarize." "All right." "Danny's father was a Long Beach police officer." "Mother, an exotic dancer." "She divorced three times." "Danny went into the Navy at 17." "Boat mechanic." "Eventually tried to become a SEAL." "Let me guess, he failed the psychological profile." " He did." "Are you surprised?" " Very." "Go on." "So, in 1998, he comes to LA, becomes a freelance boat mechanic, kills a lot of people, then married a girl named Tammy." "She divorced him last year and remarried Robert Reynolds six months ago." "And Danny Jones reverts, joins The Verge with fake ID and..." "What's the matter?" "Mr. Jones should be telling me this, not you." "Are you seriously upset you didn't get a confession from this guy?" "Come on." "I got him by luck." "Killing someone's not my idea of closing a case, anyway." "The lucky thing is you got him before he got you." "And one other thing." "Take a good look at that." " Who's that?" " Melinda Trent." "And tonight, she had a date with Danny Jones, who she met at The Verge." "They were going on a sunset sail." "You kept that guy from killing someone." "And you were right about everything." "Melinda Trent." "Remember that name." " You know what?" " What?" "I'm so glad not to be dating ever again." "I mean, really, really glad." " Does that hurt?" " No." "Does that?"