Episode Seven Re-Cap

Bobbi walks Lyndsey home to an empty house where he embraces her as she tries to leave. Dinah and Sam end their shift with paperwork but Dinah pledges to follow up one last hunch about “the missing man.” Arriving home from her neighbors’ house, Petra discovers that they have given her some cookies, which she [...]

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Segment 7.10

The copy of Westcott’s hard drive yielded endless photos of Rex Magotti and a handful of MP3 files, generally sappy pop ballads. Guillaume learned nothing from scanning his catch, other than the unsurprising news that the almost-former Madame Westcott was a terrible résumé writer and seemed to have applied for a job with every possible [...]

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Segment 7.9

More laundry, linens stained and damp from the afternoon tea, awaited attention in the dining room. “Such messy guests,” Emmy commented as she gathered the last of the used dishes and began to strip the table. “Well, it’s better than being a lonely old widow, isn’t it?” She chuckled and added, “I don’t have to [...]

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Segment 7.8

The scent of the Delmonico strip did make her mouth water. The chilled asparagus tips in balsamic vinegar on the side had no allure, though. Polly stared at the tips, determined to keep from breaking with her initial refusal to order food.
“Are you sure?” Peter asked. “I could share with you. I could call the [...]

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Segment 7.7

At first, the hollering was indistinct, just a muffled echo along the already noisy halls of the hospital, blended in with the normal warbles of the announcements and the beeps and hums of machinery. As Raisa drifted closer to the ER entrance, a heavy industrial floor waxer ground out the words. She had come into [...]

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Segment 7.6

They took his shoes and tagged them. They took the jacket. They accepted his tie. They wrapped up his belt in a coil. All the expensive swag he’d worn to the police station went away, replaced with an orange jumpsuit and booties. The box that engulfed his clothing shut away for him years of college [...]

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Segment 7.5

The sand never clogged the shoes so quickly and the feet never refused so fully to lift and pull ahead. Saffron huffed as she climbed the path to her house. The shapes of her husband and his father drifted across the bright square of the kitchen window. In the corner of her eye, she caught [...]

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Segment 7.4

A shrill chime from the timer brought Sugar around from her vigil at the window. She sped up at the sound of the oven door opening. Bertie poked at the salmon as she entered the kitchen. He straightened and patted his chest, speeding a gas bubble along. “Hey,” he said. “You’re a better cook than [...]

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Segment 7.3

A smell that was more than raisin rum cookies rose from the tinfoil cover on the dish in Petra’s arms. She bent her head and drew it in, wondering at the savory, nutty aroma. She picked at the foil as she walked.
“Unh, uh,” Pug scolded, waving her back. “This is why I was assigned to [...]

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Segment 7.2

The hunger pangs morphed into growls so loud that others heard them at their desks. Heads snapped up all over the squad room. Dinah loosed an exasperated sigh and glared at Sam.
“Sorry,” he muttered. “No dinner. It was right there under my nose but, no, we couldn’t stop. I bet that Horatio’s guy would [...]

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