Shining Girls

You put on any perfume today?

Wear your hair different? Anything like that?

- His face was narrower. - We'll get there. We'll get there.

You were on your way home. You go your usual route?

Look. His chin is like this.

- See? - I understand wanting to rush this along.

I wanna make sure we sketch out the right man.

Look.

- His eyes were this far apart. - You know what?

- Let's look at the catalog. - They were deep set.

- Okay... - How about you listen to me

and draw what I tell you to?

What color were his eyes?

- Blue. - You saw the whites on both sides?

Yes.

What about his nose?

The eyes aren't right yet.

- Do they look close enough? - Yeah, but I can help the...

That's all that we want. The composite isn't a portrait.

Some stranger won't recognize him off the street.

- That never happens. - Then what am I doing here?

We just need enough details for someone who knows him,

so they can recognize the sketch.

It won't work.

No one knows him.

Hello?

Hello?

Somebody?

Can somebody help me, please?

You going to cut that shit out, man.

Okay, no one's coming.

Can you come over here? Can you give me a hand, please?

They strapped me down.

You cut your flexor tendon.

Somebody let loose on you, huh?

- How tight are those things? - Tight enough.

Now, you get 'em off me now.

- There's no name down for you. - Come on now.

You don't have no ID.

Please, take these off.

They found you unconscious on Racine.

There's cash in the inside pocket. It's yours. Just come on.

Yeah, somebody already cleaned you out.

Them paramedics, they are sneaky.

Hey, take these fucking things...

Hey, you all right man? What's going on?

How long have I been here for?

You come in last night. They usually move the long-haulers upstairs.

What time? How long? How many hours has it been?

It looks like the ambulance brought you in around midnight.

Oh, shit. I gotta go. I gotta go. I gotta go.

You gotta get me outta here. I gotta get outta here.

I can't be away from the house this long.

- You got someone waiting for you? - I need to go home

or I'll end up like fucking Leo.

I need to go home now. I need to go home now!

Like, the nurses must have had good reason to strap you down.

If you let me up now, I'm leaving.

But if I have to wait for someone else,

I'll be coming by your bed on the way out.

You take 'em off.

Fine. Do not swing at me.

I dealt with enough bullshit today.

Nope. No.

Can I talk to her? See if she's okay?

She's getting her stuff. She'll be out here soon.

It's definitely the same guy.

That's what she said.

You think she's lying.

Where is everybody here? You can't be the only person on this.

We had Kirby in for a composite, we have patrol officers still at the bar.

I don't know how much more you want me to do for an assault with no injuries.

It's not one assault.

It's multiple women dead over multiple decades.

Yeah, and I've got detectives reviewing their old notes,

looking at all the old cold cases, and nobody...

What?

What is it?

Is this from last night?

Is this who Kirby saw?

Why? How do you know him?

He was outside of Julia Madrigal's house. He said he was her neighbor.

- He talked to you? - At the wake, when it was wrapping up.

He ask about Kirby?

He wanted to know about Julia.

No judgment here, but were you sober?

No.

But I talked to this guy for a good couple of minutes,

and that's him.

You bring Kirby with you to Julia's house?

Yeah, she was there.

Must be where he's seen her.

Hey. How you feeling?

- Did you drive here? - Yeah.

We have to go back to the bar.

From last night? The police were there already.

That's him.

He had a tattoo? Where did you get that? Lynsky wouldn't release a copy to me.

I took it.

Hey, Kirby. Wait.

Hey, slow down. You have to take the day. Marcus and your mom are waiting for you.

Your car's in the lot. We can go through here.

No, wait. Okay.

You have to go there and tell them that you are okay.

Are you okay?

I'll see Marcus when we get back to the office.

We don't need to be here.

There has to be someone who saw him.

Police already canvassed for witnesses.

I know how he found you.

I saw him at the Madrigal house.

- He talked to you? - Yeah. He wanted to know about Julia.

He wanted to know about what I was going to write.

Listen, I shouldn't have brought you there.

He must have seen us together.

No, he's been watching me for a lot longer than that.

Since I was a kid.

Like you guys... you guys grew up together?

No, he has just always been there.

I remembered him

from when Rachel and I were living at one of her fucking boyfriend's places.

He came up to me, I was on my own.

And he was the same as last night,

exactly the same.

Okay, listen.

Maybe now is not when we have to figure this out.

No. It's not just him.

Okay?

Things change for me…

from one second to the next.

- They're different. - Please don't do this.

It happened the first time after my attack.

I'd been out of the hospital for maybe a year.

I had been back at work that whole time.

So I go into the Tribune, just like always.

Security says that I hadn't been there for months.

They hadn't seen me. No one had talked to me.

There was someone else sitting at my desk.

And then I go home and my mom is there. She says she's been crashing with me.

I hadn't lived with her since I was a kid.

She had no idea what I was talking about.

No one did.

Things changed for me just like that,

and nobody knows any different.

And then it happens again, and again.

- Have you talked to Marcus about this? - That's what I'm telling you.

I never married him.

I just came home one day, and he was there.

I don't know what to say.

All right. Look, I came here last night and I found these.

You remember these, right? I told you about them.

How the fuck does he have this matchbook from this bar, six years ago?

Because this place has probably been in business for a while.

It was a fucking laundromat last week. We came here together.

Yes, we came here together, but it looked just like it does now.

It wasn't any different.

Okay.

Okay.

- Hey, Jinny. - Hey, Sheila. I need a favor.

When did I report my keys stolen?

Any activity saves to the logs.

You got your new one?

This was activated a week ago.

But the old one's still on here.

Someone's been using it.

Who?

It must be you.

You're coming and going on the same days.

No. The times are off.

My old key was used at 8:25.

I'm always upstairs by 8:00.

Why is someone following me in?

Either way, it stopped a couple of days ago.

Whoever it was, they must've figured out their mistake.

Thanks.

This is all from the article?

- Let me find Abby. - Okay.

I'm gonna have to call you right back.

- Hey. - Got it. Got it.

- Is this all from this morning? - Yeah. Abby has us running the phones.

- It's a blitz. - We just heard what happened.

Are you okay? You don't need to be here.

Where else would I be? Did Abby set a folo?

- We're about to talk it through. - Great. See you in there.

Obviously, the story's gaining traction.

The home edition sold out. Reader engagement is overwhelming.

We've got all the clerks covering leads.

I mean, most are junk, but there's a few maybes.

Yeah, a serial rapist, his release dates line up,

and a young woman called about her dad.

His route passes some of the dump sites.

Anything credible we share with CPD?

Dan, how do you wanna handle folo?

I have a Summer Francis profile ready to go,

but I wanted to call the DA about their Madrigal suspect cause there's no...

We should cover what happened to me last night.

You sure? We can give that a day to breathe.

No, we should run with it.

I have a copy of his police sketch.

No. They really don't want us to release that.