The Glades

Man down.

Officer Candy. On my way.

How we doing over here?

How we doing here?

Got a cranberry juice.

Oh, my God!

Are you okay?!

You're up to 3 Miles.

That's two more than when I got here a month ago.

Yeah, that's running. You've added swimming.

You're the one that said that you wanted to do an iron man.

I guess I must have been kidding.

Nice farmer's tan, by the way.

You might as well be in Springfield.

Oh. Oh, you can talk... Freckles.

I have an excuse.

I live in Illinois, apparently.

So, uh, have you heard anything?

- Nope. - Sam, you're more than qualified.

I'm also an outsider, Jimmy.

FDLE Homicide posted that job statewide.

Lot of local talent ahead of me.

Yeah, but none of them caught the North Side Strangler.

Apparently, that doesn't mean much outside of Cook County.

Sugarloaf area code.

Here we go.

Hello?

Hi. Yes. How are you?

Right.

No, I-I understand.

Appreciate the quick response.

Sorry.

Yeah.

I got it.

- You got it? - I got it.

- You got it! - I start Monday.

Well, yeah.

It's Carlos.

Of course.

Of course.

Hi.

Dr. Pierre Toussaint, 45.

Working visa says he moved here three years ago from Haiti.

Collapsed an hour ago in full respiratory arrest.

First observation, I'm guessing this to be the murder weapon.

A hypodermic needle?

It looks like someone spiked him,

the needle broke off while it was still in his leg.

There's a packed crowd from the lunch buffet.

But the report from the first on scene says nobody saw anything.

I'll need to get a tox screen to determine what was in the syringe.

There's no cash in his wallet.

Who comes to a strip joint with no singles?

Someone who was here for the buffet,

which, actually, I hear it's, uh, it's pretty good.

I also hear Sam got the job in Sugarloaf.

What job in Sugarloaf?

Hey. What are you doing here?

I called her in on it.

It's a crime scene full of half-naked women.

I need you to collect rule-out DNA from the employees

and search the dressing room for any sort of I.V. drug use.

Okay? Sure.

I thought Sam was going back to Chicago.

She was. Yeah.

And now she's moving to Florida.

Well, you know, that's where the job is.

Don't look at me like that. I needed the extra hands.

Why couldn't you call in Daniel?

To what? So he can drool all over my rule-out DNA?

So, the question now is,

who would want to kill our good doctor?

I think I know where to start.

Oh.

Ooh.

Brand-new. Never been fired.

Why would a doctor have a gun?

Ho. I can think of a whole bundle of reasons.

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Any other exits in or out of this place?

Uh, two fire doors, both alarmed.

Keeps the customers from sneaking in, avoiding the cover.

That's him. I recognize the hat.

It's a pit bull or something.

He's camera-shy. That's cute.

He and the doctor had words back at the lap-dance booth.

But I couldn't hear what they were saying.

You have cameras in the booth?

No. The owner's cheap.

Uh, one basic camera at the front desk.

You see the doctor talk to anybody else?

Mm...Nope. He's been here a few times.

Always keeps to himself.

He comes in for the gumbo at the buffet, believe it or not.

Again with this buffet.

Thank you.

Hmm.

I thought I told you to stay outside and work the victim's car.

I was. I did. Which is how I found this on the inside dashboard.

It's a parking pass for Citrus Springs Wellness Group.

Well, he's a doctor. It makes sense.

Uh, Daniel.

Daniel.

Huh? Huh?

- Hi. - Hello.

Yeah, download all the footage from today

and get me a video capture of this guy with the cap.

Yeah. On it.

I'm taking the body back, and you're coming with me.

Oh, I can ride back with the detective.

Nice try, playboy.

Get the tape and get your ass in my van now.

No signs of I.V. drug use or diabetes,

but I found these in the trash.

So, that's something men do at strip clubs...

Give women their business cards like they want to save them

from their lives?

Well, nothing says "Knight In Shining Armor"

like "I own a pretzel franchise."

The women make way more money than the men do,

so they hardly need saving.

Is that it?

Uh, yeah. I think we're good.

I'll log the DNA swabs for sequencing.

You're thinking drug deal?

Yeah, we found a glock in the dead doctor's trunk,

unregistered and unfired, so I'm thinking maybe just for show,

you know, in case someone tried to steal the $100,000 we also found in his trunk.

And he worked at the Citrus Springs Wellness Group in Hallandale?

Yeah.

- I know that place. - Oh. Come here.

Uh, the Hallandale Clinic, at least.

It's part of a larger pain-management center,

but the clinic gets a lot of doctor shoppers.

Doctor shoppers?

Addicts going from doctor to doctor,

playing up their chronic pain

in order to get scrips for painkillers.

Okay. So maybe our dead doc was already paid.

That would explain the cash.

And the Oxycodone in his blood.

Enough to induce respiratory arrest,

which puts time of death between noon and 1:00 P.M.

An hour-long window?

Dr. Toussaint had eaten a big meal just before he was spiked.

I found undigested okra, rice, shrimp in his stomach.

Slowed the Oxy from metabolizing in his body.

Gumbo.

Daniel's downloading the footage from the camera at the door,

cleaning up the resolution.

And he's also running a background check

on everyone that was interviewed at the club.

- Excellent. - Wait, wait, wait.

So, you said you know this Citrus Springs Wellness Group?

Well, yeah. By reputation.

Well, nobody knows more about a doctor's Bullshit

than a nurse.

Go on.

All right, I think we can both agree

that this is just a really bad idea.

What's a really bad idea?

You know, this... this.

You, me...This.

I make good money doing this.

I paid good money to do this.

I'm not agreeing to that.

Well, I'm sorry, Callie, but it's my job.

Well, it's my job, too.

Can't you get extra shifts at the hospital or something?

Or I want to do this.

This'll make me a better hire as a doctor.

Can your gigantic ego deal with that?

'Cause God knows I've had to deal with plenty.

Fine. I'll deal with it.

Yeah, you'll deal with it.

Yeah.

What?

Oh. Okay.

Uh, no. We're 10 away.

Citrus Springs Wellness Group just got robbed.

Pierre is dead.

A-are you sure?

Well, I'm no doctor, but, yeah... he's dead.

He was spiked with Oxycodone...

Enough to send him into respiratory arrest.

Know anyone who'd want to do that?

No. And my office is in Boca Raton.

Pierre ran this clinic for me.

I came here because the police called about the break-in.

I got a message from Pierre saying he was closing up early,

sending everyone home.

He was taking an early lunch. Someone else must've known that.

You know this guy? Or, you know, the cap?

No.

You know anyone who might have a problem

with Pierre Toussaint...

A pissed-off patient, maybe, doctor shopper who got cut off?

Doctor shopper. Yeah.

We don't operate that kind of clinic here, detective.

That's not what I hear.