Will Trent

Previously on Will Trent...

Do your friends know what happened? Why you're staying with me.

Look, lady, it's, like, 6:00 in the morning.

Can you chill?

I didn't kill Alice Finney.

Okay. What if I said I believe you?

I can't go back to prison, Angie.

Rape and murder of a 17-year-old girl.

We're not friends.

He's applying for a new job since the Waldorf fired him.

Um, can he put you down as a reference?

No.

Sorry, no.

Will, you have never been anything but very kind to me, and I appreciate that.

I appreciate you too.

...is warning cities as far as Atlanta to prepare

for severe storm conditions as Hurricane Rachel

heads for the Florida coast.

Forecasters predict Rachel will reach category four

by the time it makes landfall,

bringing sustained winds of at least 110 miles per hour.

As it moves north toward our...

Hey, Esther, call 911.

Calling Emergency Services.

911. What's your emergency?

I think someone's trying to break into my house.

Okay. I have your address listed as 8833...

Hang on.

They're moving to the back.

I see 'em.

Nah, they're headed for the woods.

Okay, sir...

...we recommend you stay inside and lock your doors.

- We'll send a patrol car to take a look.

Hey! Get out of here! Get--

We were thinking robbery until we found her.

What do you think?

My guess, abduction and rape.

She escaped his vehicle, came to the house looking for help, and didn't get it.

Kept running.

Yeah, he busted in, killed the witness, and then caught up to her.

What is that?

Her tongue.

Get a team out here looking for the murder weapon.

She okay?

There's a guy, John Shelley, he got 20 years for doing this to his prom date.

He just got out.

Polaski knows him.

Now what I can tell you is male, maybe 40s to 60s.

- Athletic. - How can you tell that?

-Oh, Agent Trent? -All right. Give me a second.

Burn rate of the torso suggests low BMI.

X-rays were unremarkable except for this.

It was in his skull. Probably from a small-caliber bullet.

So all we've got is that it's a he.

He was shot in the head, and somebody stashed his body under the floorboards.

Almost the perfect crime, if the building hadn't burned down,

and AFD hadn't found him.

Any idea how long he'd been there?

Well, his clothes and the conditions likely compromised rate of decay.

I'm running some very complex tests for...

Marion.

Um...

What an unexpected pleasure.

The Fire Marshall called me.

I have a missing witness,

and since the body was found in the Grove Park Boys territory,

I thought I'd see if I recognized the face.

-No face... -Nope.

They didn't tell me it was so...

-Crispy? -Right.

Well, I'm sure we'll find an identity soon,

even without a face, or fingerprints, or identifying marks.

Well, I think the feet could be promising.

Notice how they burned at a much slower rate.

Don't say anything.

Merino wool socks!

A-plus.

Oh. Are you, uh... You feeling all right?

I'm fine. I'm just a little light-headed. I think it's because of the smell.

Oh. Um, well, uh, try this.

Thank you.

-You carry a handkerchief. -I do.

Pete, let's go track down those labs.

Sorry about the feet.

It's what my abuela used to say.

It's what my uncle says. I'm still learning.

Where are your people from?

Puerto Rico.

Me too.

That's... I'm guessing you didn't grow up with too much Spanish, though.

Because, uh, foster kid and all.

You remembered.

Well...

-Thank you. -Yes.

Uh, no offense to you, but I would very much so like

to not be in this room anymore.

Oh, no. Oh, of course.

Um, we'll get you the identity as soon as we find out.

Thanks, Mr. Trent.

Huh. She's Puerto Rican.

Let's never come back here again.

Yeah. Would've been nice for John to have left some DNA behind

at the scene and saved us the trip to Diddler Towers.

Atlanta Police Department!

John Shelley, as a parolee, we have the legal right

to enter your premises without a warrant.

God, this place reeks of serial killer.

How did you not smell it on him?

The mustache alone is a big red flag.

Nope. What do you think he keeps in the cooler?

Clothes.

Obviously.

Hey.

How much you wanna bet these match the boot print on that door?

Where is this asshole?

APD!

Whoever's in there needs to come out.

Just a second.

John?

John Shelley, open this door.

I can explain.

I've done nothing wrong.

If anything, this shows a pattern of harassment.

Relax, okay? We're just waiting for the test results to come back.

I told you, it's cow's blood. From work.

You kill them and chop them up?

I lost my other job.

After I was handcuffed and thrown into the back of a cop car.

-For doing nothing. -For concealing information.

For trying to help someone.

Do you drive, John? You have a car?

The conditions of my parole don't allow me to have a license.

That's not really an answer.

Speaking of your parole, I read the statement you made at your hearing.

You admitted that you broke into Alice Finney's bedroom after prom,

forced yourself on her.

And when you came down from the drugs you were on, you realized what you had done,

so you killed her to make it look like a psychopath did it.

But there was no psychopath.

Only you.

Why are you showing me that?

I don't know who that is.

That's Peggy Higgins.

Our ME compared her autopsy to Alice's, and he said...

-What was it? -An abundance of confidence.

He said he has an abundance of confidence that the same person did this.

The same person beat them, raped them, cut out their tongues.

I didn't kill Alice!

Okay? I didn't kill anyone!

That's not what you told the parole board.

I had to!

My mother was dying.

The only way they would let me out is if I expressed remorse.

Where did you get that? That's mine.

So she died two days before you got out.

That must have made you angry. All that anger building, building.

What sets you off?

When the girls laugh at you when they tell you "no"?

I didn't kill anyone. Why won't you listen?

- There you are. - I want a lawyer.

Mmm. I think there's more you wanna say to me.

Interview's over. ADA Markovic here is throwing a flag.

He was breaking. We had him.

The subject requested a lawyer.

And, in my opinion, you pulled him without any real articulable suspicion.

He was covered in blood.

Why is the DA's office making it their business?

I called him in.

I'm not here to be the bad guy.

We all want a clean case, yeah?

-If Mr. Shelley's responsible... -If?

Let's get him the right way. With the basics.

A witness, the murder weapon, a link to the victim.

Give me real evidence, and I'll personally make sure he goes away for good.

Oh, I feel very reassured.

Excuse me.

Look, hexagon test came back. The blood on the clothes is not human.

Hand him off to his parole officer.

Hey, Cap.

Is this how it's gonna be?

You guys looking over my shoulder all the time?

Listen, just stick to the basics, kid.

I don't know anything about a body in the floor.

I just bought the place a year ago, and now it's... it's all gone.

Are you familiar with a street gang named the Grove Park Boys?

I don't know how the fire started.

Well, that's interesting, Elias, because that's not what I asked you.

Can you tell us who else had access to your shop after hours?

-I'm the only one with a key. -What's got you so scared?

Nothing. I'm not scared. I'm stressed.

And, if you were listening, you'd know that my entire life just burned down.

This is all I have, all right? It's...

my father's.

You heard what I heard in that room. Did you skip breakfast?

Don't you dare! It's dozens of names.

I don't see the problem.

-You're not sticking me with grunt work. -Elias is hiding something.

-We gotta go where the trail takes us. -Excuse me!

They can hear you all the way in Tallahassee.