The Mysteries of Laura

(OVER RADIO) Come and get it!

Paul Bunyan's sandwich special. Only a dollar-ninety...

Nice kicks, Mama.

- That Velcro? - The boys and I have gone lace free.

Gains me a good extra 90 seconds of sleep at night.

- Okay, score! - Tell me about it.

- And they padding on these bad boys? - Uh-huh?

It's like walking on loafs of Wonder Bread.

Mmm-mmm!

Remind me to get a pair.

What do we got, Reynaldo?

Single shot from behind, close range.

Looks like a .38.

Lividity places your time of death about 5:00 a.m.

Few bucks, I.D.

Tyler Cole, 22, Washington Heights address.

Long way from home.

Dog walker/mugging gone bad?

Professional dog walkers don't roll around in Tom Burke black label peacoats.

Didn't understand any of those words.

But the shooter doesn't bother with the wallet, the watch,

whatever you just said.

Tom Burke black label peacoat.

Okay. (SIGHS)

No, there's another reason this kid was killed.

You text us if you get any information from the neighbors.

- Yes, sir. - Let's head up to the Heights.

Who did this, Greta?

And don't say the cat.

Your latte, Captain Jake.

Max, it's either Captain or Jake. We're not pirates.

That is damn good.

Oh, I'm so glad you liked it. 'Cause you

never know when it might be your last latte.

- Deputy Comptroller Garnett, line six. - Rita? She say why?

Something about our new cappuccino machine not being in the precinct budget.

- It must not go away. - Trust me, I got this.

You gotta know how I talk to people. Listen and learn.

Rita, how's my favorite raven-haired bureaucrat?

You comptrolling up a storm down...

What is this amount for this coffee machine?

It cost that much because it's a professional grade machine.

You wouldn't believe how much this thing has saved the precinct in coffee runs.

- (LINE DISCONNECTS) - Uh, Rita?

She had another call.

How did Tyler afford all this high-end swag?

Tom Burke, Tom Burke... Tom Burke.

Somebody had a favorite designer.

Looks like our Vic was a pretty talented designer himself.

Yeah, designer and law student?

What the hell are you doing in my apartment?

Police. Tyler's your...

Roommate. Is he in some kind of trouble?

He was killed this morning, I'm sorry.

- Oh, God! - How well do you know him?

He answered my ad a few months ago, moved in.

Had one bag and a mess of art supplies, after that I barely saw him.

He was at work 24/7, and I pretty much live at the Fordham Law Library, so...

- So, this is yours? - Yeah.

Tyler's always borrowing heavy things to flatten down his fabric samples.

I'm gonna need some contact information for his family.

He said he never knew his dad.

And his mom died when he was in high school.

No close friends either.

You said Tyler had a job.

Mmm-hmm, he was a design assistant for Tom Burke.

Mmm. That explains the Tom Burke swag.

Yeah, Tyler worshipped that guy.

No one saw anything in the West Village,

but we found out who owns the dog.

Tom Burke.

Hello.

Anyone lose a dog?

What? Am I invisible?

- Mr. Burke? - Greta!

NYPD.

Tyler Cole was just found murdered near your home.

- What? - How long had you known him?

I don't believe this, um...

About 18 months.

He planted himself in front of my house one day.

He wouldn't leave until I looked at his sketchbook.

I thought he had a gift.

- Poor kid. - Was he close to anyone in the company?

Someone that he might have confided in if he was having any problems?

Tyler was all about the work.

He kept to himself at the office.

But he never said anything to me about problems.

Mr. Burke, why was he walking your dog so early this morning?

Oh!

I always walk Greta early.

But it's Fashion Week.

I had a call with Milan, so Tyler offered to walk her for me.

Yeah. Um, I'm sorry.

I'm juggling a charity gala tonight and a runway tomorrow.

Please, call me if you find anything.

- I mean, anything at all. - We will.

- Uh, may I have some water? - (SNAPS FINGERS)

I'll get it for you.

You clockin' that?

Tyler was killed on Tom Burke's street walking Tom Burke's dog

looking exactly like Tom Burke from behind.

- Mr. Burke? - Yeah.

- I'm sorry, we can't let you go. - Why?

Tyler may have been in the wrong place at the wrong time.

Meaning?

You may have been the shooter's intended target.

Oh.

Hey, Max, give me everything you can find on Tyler Cole.

Bank accounts, school records, just everything.

On it.

- What's that about? - Tom Burke as target is a solid theory,

but we should still be looking into Tyler's life.

- What are you doing? - Nothing.

- That's evidence from my vic's apartment. - I'm just perusing.

Tom Burke is a genius!

Be a real waste if one of his bags ended up in the evidence locker.

Yeah, that's the tragedy here.

Wouldn't expect Velcro mom to relate.

It's like walking on Wonder Bread.

Have you suffered any recent financial difficulties?

This business is like a roller coaster.

Down one minute, up the next.

Lately, I've been doing great.

- Any rivals? Enemies? - Fashion is like any other industry.

With big money you get big egos.

Drop a model like Natalie Marquez from my campaign,

and she takes it personally.

Hmm.

But no one would want to kill me.

Natalie Marquez? Damn!

I have her on my screensaver. White sand beach, yellow...

Oh, way too much information.

I heard she's got a nasty temper.

Arrested once for stalking, brandishing a gun at a nail salon.

I'm brandish, on my mother's side.

We've got a violent model with a grudge who happens to be in town for Fashion Week?

- Viable motive and opportunity. - Go have a chat with her.

- Shotgun! - Oh, come on!

Do they make that in a six?

Tuesday's back-to-school night.

- Wow! - Look.

There's my poster girl.

Okay, keep it in your pants, Soto.

Uh, Miss Marquez?

A few questions.

What are you? The fashion police?

No, we're the police-police.

You I'll talk to, later.

I'm on in five and my dress just ripped open.

- How can you even tell? - Where's the seamstress?

Hey! Come on.

Best case ever.

Yeah, let's see what she looks like after breastfeeding twins.

Miss Marquez, we need to talk about Tom Burke.

- Someone tried to kill him today. - Really?

What took 'em so long?

You two had it out after he canceled your contract?

Yeah, we did and it felt great.

I put up with that man's OCD behavior for years.

Banning brown liquids, not letting anyone say the word "fabulous"

or wear the color orange,

and he is so paranoid about people counterfeiting his ideas.

Then again, I got off better than Alison Torres.

- Who? - You don't get out much.

Basically, the top fashion stylist in the industry.

She and Tom got in an atomic blowout a few months back.

Next thing, he refused to give her three Oscar gowns he promised to her clients.

Totally messed up her rep.

Do you always wear your Fitbit?

Every minute of every day, except for on the runway.

It's the only way I know if I burned enough calories to earn lunch.

Well, that's helpful.

Uh, so it's tied to your phone?

Uh-huh, tracks everything I do.

Steps taken, heart rate, sleep time.

May I see? I'm still trying to lose the freshman 15.

Knock yourself out.

Oh, wow! You walked three miles today.

I guess lunch is approved.

Hey, when you find who tried to kill Tom Burke, tell them thanks from me.

Talk about better off dead.

Okay, she's coming off my screensaver ASAP.

She was asleep when Tyler was shot.

Even if she hired a shooter,

her Fitbit would show at least that she was restless.

Bond villains don't sleep that soundly.

Well, what about Alison Torres?

Sounds like Tom screwed her over.

Oh, damn it!

My leftover salmon surprise gave my babysitter food poisoning. I gotta go.

I gotta bring Nick to tae Kwon do and Harry to soccer.

And why don't they do the same thing?

Because that would make life easy.

Okay, go and see if those Oscar gowns are worth killing over.

Got it.

Farewell my precious.

I'll cover you and don't feel guilty. I love your salmon surprise.

Bye.

So, I may have overestimated my sway with the Deputy Comptroller.