Hudson & Rex

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Congratulations, girl!

Coming by at eight to celebrate.

Here's a little something to get the party started!

Please leave a message.

Hey D. Where are you?

Let's get this party started!

Diandra?

Oh!

Oh!

Oh!

Reverse is the other one.

Okay.

What do I always say?

Elevators are for wussies?

What else do I say?

Think before you act.

Think before you act.

- Okay. - Okay?

Let's try it again.

Mom?

What are you doing here?

Wendy.

What's going on?

Joe.

I've done something really bad.

Thank you.

You know what? Take that.

There you go.

I thought I lost this.

You didn't tell me you'd been sober for ten months.

I was going for a year.

I wanted to surprise you.

Wendy, please tell me you didn't do this.

That's the thing, Joe.

I can't.

Everything's a blur.

I'm just going to have a talk with your dad.

Okay.

I'm sorry about this, Joe.

I'm sure there's got to be some explanation.

Yeah, it might take a while to find it.

She doesn't remember much.

She had a relapse last night.

What do we know?

She mixed alcohol

with painkillers and blacked out.

Woke up and found her roommate stabbed to death.

I know it's been a roller-coaster ride with Wendy.

But we won't jump to any conclusions

until we've seen all the evidence.

She's been trying so hard, Charlie.

She got a new job and everything.

She's come a long way since her informant days.

Left everything behind except her addiction.

It's been real hard for Wendy.

Even harder for Camilla.

No one ever said it was going to be an easy road.

I never planned on easy, Charlie.

I just never planned on murder.

Yeah.

Come on, buddy.

Charlie! Charlie!

- Yeah. - Look.

Mom didn't do this.

I mean, she's a mess.

But she's not a killer.

Well, if there's evidence out there that supports her,

I'll find it.

- Promise? - Absolutely.

I've got a lot of tools at my disposal.

And I've got Rex.

- Hey. - Hey.

Good job, Rex.

The table was full of acetaminophen and hydrocodone.

How's Joe holding up?

Taking it pretty hard.

What a complicated relationship between him and Wendy.

Yeah, I'm not sure I could've handled it.

But he stuck to it and became Camilla's legal guardian.

That tells you something about our boss...

Diandra Popovich, 34.

Wendy's roommate.

She was stabbed in her bed with a letter opener.

No blood stain near the stab wound.

Which could mean the stab happened post-mortem.

What's with the toe?

Looks like some kind of a... kink.

Yeah, there's also blanching

on the bottom of the foot.

Likely rigor setting in.

I'm guessing the toe curl happened

in the original position of death.

The body was moved?

It's very possible.

Rigor takes about four to eight hours to set.

Mmm.

So it's possible that Wendy was framed.

Unless Wendy killed her last night,

and then moved the body this morning.

Yeah, seems like an odd thing to do.

And Wendy's pretty slight.

You'd be surprised what people are capable of

under the influence.

Sometimes I hate my job.

A tattoo?

What's with the E?

Maybe an initial or a symbol?

I don't recognize it.

Better ask Jesse.

Obscure references are more his speed.

Anyway, I've made sure our stills guy

got that on record.

Yeah.

What have you got, buddy?

We haven't processed these yet.

I didn't see blood on them.

Good job, Rex.

Were there were any tensions between you and Diandra?

No.

Well then, what was the fight about?

There was no fight.

Well, maybe you can help me with this.

This is a bunch of emojis with apology signs.

Why would Diandra

feel like she needed to apologize?

Wendy.

We want to help.

But you've got to be straight with me.

You alright?

Oh yeah.

It's my new tattoo.

They itch when they're fresh.

Can I see?

Nice.

My spirit animal.

It means the metamorphosis begun ,

or something.

When was the last time you saw Diandra?

I black out when I drink.

I'm not talking about last night.

From before.

When you were sober.

Where is the last place you saw her?

What did you talk about?

Was there anyone else with you?

Did she have a boyfriend?

A girlfriend?

A boyfriend.

His name was

Jay Piper.

Okay.

I still can't believe she's gone.

Diandra was my life.

She's the reason I woke up every morning.

Does that make any sense?

When was the last time you saw her?

She stayed at my house two nights ago.

I haven't seen her since.

And where were you last night?

I was at my parents' house in Gander.

A cousin's wedding.

I can get you all the contacts that you need.

They let dogs in here?

Only the ones on duty.

Looks like his duty is begging for snacks.

Well, looks can be deceiving.

When you were in Gander

did you try and contact Diandra?

No, I was too busy with family.

Why would she want to go visit Wendy?

I thought they were friends.

Diandra's in a recovery program.

Wendy is an enabler.

Or maybe the other way around?

We found two glasses

and pills that weren't there before she arrived.

No way. Not Diandra.

She would never tempt a fellow addict that way.

She sent a text message sounding pretty eager to see her.

Something about getting a party started.

Party?

Party is a trigger word

in recovery.

That doesn't sound like Diandra.

Okay.

Thank you for your time.

The desk clerk will take your statement.

I brought you something.

No thanks.

But it's...

it's chocolate mint.

It's your favourite.

You know that I'm on your mother's side.

Why does she have to spend the night alone in jail?

It's not jail.

It's holding.

It looks like a cell to me.

And why am I not allowed to see her?

She wants to see you, too.