Motive

You are amazing.

This place is amazing.

I had the bricks sand-blasted,

but not the wood or the original wrought iron.

I'm a fan of patina, you know?

Cool desk...

Mm-hmm.

Very comfortable furniture.

Yeah. Chosen both to coordinate and contrast...

the original decor, I mean.

And the other tenants?

There'll be units on either side,

but I'm in no hurry to rent.

So...

shall we sign those papers?

Well...

I think there's still a couple things we need to negotiate.

Then what are you doing...

all the way over there?

Oh, yeah!

Okay.

Watch out! Here I come!

There it is! There it is!

No, no, no...

Yeah, yeah, yeah. Okay. Here we go.

- Here we go. - Here we go.

Keep your eye on the prize.

Come on! Come on!

Oh!

Suck it, Donnie! You lose again.

There's something wrong with my controller.

Something wrong with you.

Little help?

- Erin! - Hey!

- Hey, Little Sis! - Hi!

What are you doing here?

Semester break.

Here, I'll grab your bags.

Can I have a hug?

A hug for the first Kovach to go to college. Come here.

Mom and dad would be so proud.

Oh. I'll help him with your stuff.

Okay. Where's Bryce?

Where do you think?

Hey, snot-face!

- Hey, geek. Hi! - What's up?

How was your trip?

Ah. 10 hours on a greyhound.

Thanks for coming home.

Well, thanks for telling me.

I'm going to kill Brent for not saying anything.

He doesn't know that I told you, by the way.

So he doesn't know that I'm quitting yet, either.

You're not quitting, okay?

I promise.

What do you got, Lucas?

Patrol found it around 6:00 AM.

So far, there's no witnesses.

There's no one in the adjacent buildings.

I doubt you'll get much out of any canvass.

This neighborhood isn't exactly known

for its love of law enforcement.

Yeah.

Now, that is a fine-looking automobile.

What's a beauty like you doing in a place like this?

Oh, I could ask you the same question, Detective!

Flattery will get you everywhere.

Betts, what do you got?

Unidentified Caucasian male, mid-30s.

Gunshot wound to the chest.

Close range.

I'm gonna put the time of death around 3:00 AM.

He have wallet?

No, nothing. No ID.

You run the plates? Get a name?

Yeah. Car's registered to a company...

"Regal Sun Management."

They're not open yet,

so I've sent over black and white.

They'll give me a call when someone shows up.

What's going on with his shirt?

It was like that when the patrol found him.

That gunshot looks square to the chest.

Ah, more or less.

It'd be a hard angle to get

if someone was sitting in the driver's seat, no?

Could've been a car-jacking?

Shooter gets in, makes him drive here,

robs him, shoots him?

Nah. There's no blood spatter in the car.

Victim was placed in the car post-mortem.

Yeah, which means we have a secondary crime scene.

So forensics will need to make sure

that our victim wasn't brought here

in the trunk of the car.

Have them sweep the alleyway, too.

Okay.

He has something...

what is that around his neck?

What is that? Gold glitter?

Yeah. Your victim was having quite the party.

Until the music stopped.

Thanks.

Yeah.

So what happens now?

Now you give me your gun.

And we do what we've always done.

Protect our own.

Okay. Got a guy.

Shirt off. Body glitter.

Female shooter?

Might explain this.

That's a nice earring.

Opal and gold.

Yeah. That's fancy, right?

Yeah.

So I told Samantha Turner no.

So you choose not to be

a character witness for your boss?

Well, I told her I can't,

that I hardly know the guy anymore.

Well, that's fair enough, right?

Do you think I'm making a mistake?

I think it sounds like you've made a decision.

Bryce? Breakfast is ready.

I'm not that hungry.

Is that...

blood?

Uh... yeah. I hit a dog.

Oh, my God. Poor thing.

I'm okay.

I was talking about the dog.

Go. Wash up. It's gross.

Hey.

I'm happy to have you home.

It's good to be here.

Hey, Lucas, we're at Regal Sun Management now.

We got a name for you. "Joey Duncamp."

Talk soon.

This is, uh, this is absolutely terrible.

How did Joey die?

Sorry. I can't give you any details, Ms. Storey.

Please, call me Madelaine.

Can you think of anyone that might want to hurt him?

A disgruntled co-worker?

Maybe an unhappy client?

No. No, not at all.

Joey was one of our most successful agents.

Alright, so, commercial real estate?

Mostly commercial.

He also handled

some of our higher-end residential properties as well.

Any of those properties located in Railtown?

No.

Can you think of any reason

he would've been there last night?

Joey would do anything to land a client.

He wasn't above providing for certain... "Appetites."

Oh. Drugs? Prostitution?

I never pressed him for details.

I doubt he would've told me anyway.

We need access to his schedule

for the last month.

Certainly.

There it is.

So... yesterday,

back-to-back meetings until 6:00 PM.

Yeah.

Then there's a 9:00 PM with Sloane Enderby.

That's pretty late for a business meeting.

Well, unless Sloane Enderby

is a preferred client.

That name doesn't sound familiar.

I can check our database.

Please.

Nice car.

Well, when I'm done here,

maybe I could take you for a ride.

Ah, I don't know.

I heard these had a recall.

Hmm. Something about

undersized nuts behind the wheel.

Wow.

Yeah, whatever you're selling,

we're not interested.

Oh, you must be Brent. That makes you, Donnie...

Hey.

And you, Erin.

You know us. Who are you?

Uh, this is Joey Duncamp,

the guy that Mitch told us about.

You mind going to the house and starting lunch, Erin?

Yes.

Now, please.

Okay.

- It was really nice meeting you. - Mm-hmm.

She's the one who wants to be a nurse?

A dental assistant.

Oh. Right.

Yeah. She thinks we're gonna pay for it