Tracker

Hell of a way to go, falling down the stairs.

Wife died on the floor in the back bedroom.

Horrible.

Sucks getting old.

When I go, it's gonna be on my couch with a bowl full of ice cream.

Maybe a little Keanu.

Matrix?

No.

A Walk in the Clouds, of course.

Solid choice.

How about you?

Bus. Fast. Bam.

You don't even know it's coming.

Okay. Sorry I asked.

Uh, you want the husband or the wife?

-Wife. -All right.

Let's do this.

Hey, Margo.

Yeah?

Remind me to order more thymol when we get back. We're almost out.

Sure thing.

-Can't wait to go home and take a shower. - Me too.

Aren't you Miss Popular?

Which one is this?

It's not that.

A guy, I mean.

Liar.

Hey, Randy, you got anything on those records my brother sent?

The David Pearson stuff? Nah, man, that's gonna take a little time.

-He give you any more context? -No.

That's my brother for you.

All right. I'm not calling about that anyway.

-I got a job for you. -Okay, go ahead.

Owner of a company named BioZone wants to hire you out in Fort Wayne, Indiana.

What's BioZone?

Crime scene cleaners.

Her employee is missing.

Margo Webster, age 28.

Just sent you a picture. Her boss is really worried.

How long has she been gone?

-Since yesterday morning. -Not too long.

No, but the owner sounded a little more worried than the typical boss.

Plus, they're offering 10,000 for help.

Wanna check it out?

Yeah, send me the details. I'll get there as soon as I can.

Unattended deaths, drug labs, hoarders,

some guy takes a bat to his wife-- we clean it up.

Margo's been my right hand in the last few years.

Just the two of us.

Mmm.

When did you first know she was missing?

8:00 a.m. yesterday.

Didn't show to clean up a triple homicide.

I called a bunch of times, no answer.

So I drove by her place, looked in the windows,

saw her phone on the table, but her car was gone.

I just-- I knew something was off.

-Contact the police? -Sure, but...

...but unless it's been 48 hours, they don't lift a damn finger.

So much for one hand washing the other.

Anyway, that led me to you.

-Uh, can I grab you a cup of coffee? -Sure, yeah.

So, the last time you saw Margo was two days ago?

-Yeah. -Okay.

At the end of our gig cleaning up the Harden house.

An old couple died of natural causes.

Um, pretty basic job, you know.

We brought the van back.

She, uh-- she got in her car and left. That was it.

Mmm.

What do you think happened?

Uh, not sure if it's anything,

but her phone was blowing up after the job.

-Some guy? -Yeah, a new guy she was seeing, I think.

And did you get a name?

She wouldn't say. Kept playing it off like it was no big deal yet.

-But you don't believe that. -No.

They met online a few months ago

in some chat room about the Toy Box Killer.

Like, who does that?

It's weird, right?

Well, that's... It depends.

Well, that's Margo for you.

But now, my God, I wish I had gotten the name.

Can you think of anything else, uh, about that night?

-Anything at all? -Not that I know about.

She's kinda secretive about what she does after hours.

Really? Why is that? Why-Why was she secretive?

Well, for most people, the job ends when they clock out.

But Margo really got into some of the jobs, if you know what I mean.

Especially the grisly ones. But strokes for folks, as they say.

So you're saying you think her interests might have

something to do with what's going on here?

I don't know what to think, but something's really wrong,

and I'm not gonna wait for the police.

So, please.

Yeah, ok-okay, I'll help you, yeah.

Let me see what I can dig up, okay?

Yeah.

Randy, you get anything on Margo's phone?

That's a big negative, compadre.

Dead.

A lot of calls and texts from Ruth after she went missing,

but otherwise no calls or texts in the last 72 hours.

Doesn't make any sense.

That's exactly what I said.

No, her boss said her phone was blowing up at the end of her shift.

Maybe she was using a-an app?

-Getting push notifications? -Certainly possible.

Maybe she was exchanging something scandalous

she didn't want anybody catching wind of.

Or maybe they were planning on meeting up.

-Can you look into that? -Yeah, I will do.

-Oh, in the meantime, good news for you. -Yeah, what's that?

I got a hit on Margo's car.

It's a silver 2010 Sonata.

The plate popped up on the city's list of vehicles to tow.

Send me an address?

-Already did. -Thank you, Randy.

The document should be at the hotel when you arrive,

and you are all set for your client meeting tomorrow morning. Mm-hmm.

Okay, will do.

Okay. Have a good night, Reenie.

Reenie keepin' you busy, huh?

Yeah, she's in Houston... ...trying to land a big client.

- Deep pockets. -Ah.

Yeah. I can't imagine anyone saying no to her in person.

I hear that.

-What are you working on? -At the moment, a case for Colter.

It's a missing crime scene cleaner.

No way.

-Yeah. -What happened?

Don't know.

Cleaned a few dead bodies, and then, poof, disappeared.

-Weird. -Mmm.

Not that I think it's connected, but she happened to be a true crime buff.

Oh, it's connected.

What you seek is seeking you.

Hmm.

You just come up with that?

No, no, it's Rumi.

It's just rando leftover from this poetry class I took freshman year.

- -It's supposed to be about good things,

but I think it-it works both ways, you know.

Well, that's dope.

But in this case, I'm hoping it's not true

'cause it looks like she was into some pretty heinous crimes.

-Tell me more. -Yeah?

-Yeah. -All right.

I mean, the true crime subreddit is a classic, but it's kinda over now.

Okay, come on. Give me a break.

It's all these fake accounts and fake names.

It's gonna take me a minute to track down where she's posting.

Well, try, uh, CrimeCon, CrimeHQ,

Websleuths, uh, Murderpedia too.

That's a good one.

-Damn. -

You made for this one, huh?

What can I say?

Everybody's got a gift.

- -

Oh.

Hi, Reenie.

He canceled? Really?

Okay, yeah, just give me five minutes.

I'm gonna go check and call the other number he gave.

What's up, C?

You, uh, find Margo's car?

Yeah, pretty sure this is where she was taken.

I found a phone in the car. It's not the one you've been searching.

Ah. Baby girl's got a backup phone. I wonder why.

-Maybe her other phone was issued by work? -Let's find out together.

Spot on, Colter.

Registered and paid for by BioZone.

So I'm guessing she ditched this at home after work.

Right. So, this must be the phone that Ruth said was blowing up.

Margo had a second phone for privacy.

Can you tether into this thing?

Oh, yeah. Easy-peasy.

Seeing what I'm seeing?

Lots of texts.

Okay, this last text from Margo is pretty interesting.

"Meet at the usual spot. Got something big for you.

Here's a tease."

Hmm. This series of photos here she was trying to send,

but looks like the file was too big.

Gotta love those budget data plans.

All right, where you thinkin' this usual spot is?

There's a restaurant across the street. Pretty good place to meet up.