Sight Unseen

We were having an affair.

I love this so much.

That was the moment that our lives ended.

Who are you? What do you want?

Tell me where it is!

I wish you would have told me what you were hiding.

I want to work with you

to uncover why rig by Daniels was killed.

Lieutenant... Agent Mitchell speaking.

Are you calling to threaten me?

Because I'm done with... you may want to come in.

They're talking suspension.

How do you know Craig young?

He's my boyfriend.

I've been seeing things.

Does fire mean something to you?

Let's just say it's a reminder of my mom.

It sounds like Charles bonnet syndrome.

Do we use work to avoid other stuff?

- Like what? - Our pasts?

That one. Yeah.

Maybe we're both haunted.

A wine cork, sea glass

and a silver spoon.

That's it.

Ringing any bells?

Just the usual feeling of impending doom.

The bastard who broke in here

was looking for something that rig by left me,

but I'm not seeing it.

I don't know, maybe it was a code.

Maybe I should mail it all to you,

get a professional opinion.

You show me yours, I'll show you mine.

What do we got, sunny?

Ouch.

Looks like a two-door ran off the road

and hit a cedar tree.

Leo's 10 paces left.

Leo.

I cover myself in deet

and they swarm me like it's happy hour.

- That's cause you're so sweet. - Thank you.

This way.

Body straight ahead.

Sheila summers, 45,

car's registered owner, no next-of-kin.

Security pass says "shetland chemicals".

It's a half-hour back up the road.

Okay, so maybe coming home from work,

a night shift.

- What do we see? - Female.

White, middle-aged, face up.

Brown hair, minimal make-up.

Eyes are closed, arms are crossed.

She looks... Peaceful.

The head wound matches

the spider-webbing on the windshield.

Cracked ribs, both sides.

Me says she died on impact.

So how did a dead woman end up 20 feet from her car?

Now you know why they called me.

And you.

Is Bennett on his way?

He's been called out of town for a meeting.

Grass has been trampled.

Other side, too.

There's compressions in the soil.

Maybe a knee mark.

Was she straddled?

You think she was attacked?

Cracked ribs could happen after the accident.

Say chest compressions and emt.

She was dead

when the patrol officer discovered the wreck,

he knew better than to contaminate a scene.

Maybe we're looking at a passenger.

They perform cpr and abandon the body?

Don't call for help?

Yeah.

Her arms are crossed, eyes closed.

As if it's her funeral.

She was definitely posed postmortem.

Maybe lovingly.

You know, if there was a passenger,

they could be hurt, or disoriented.

We've got to find them.

I'll call search and rescue.

What's that smell that's sweet like dry-cleaning?

She looks pretty wash-and-wear to me.

Somebody tries to help her and then just leaves her.

I'm not getting foul play,

but leo's right, something is not adding up here.

Let's get an address for shetland chemicals.

Maybe she was carpooling.

I'm on it.

Vic's place of work?

I can give you a lift.

My baby brother insisted on giving me a ride.

He's up to something.

Fantastic.

A chemical plant?

Fun.

You volunteered, jeeves.

I... I had ulterior motives.

Witness the shock on my face.

- What's this? - A present.

For my wedding.

Craig and I are getting married!

You're supposed to congratulate me.

Congratulate you? You barely know Craig!

You can't just marry him. It's not that simple.

It is that simple, I'm in love.

You can't just be happy for me, can you?

Lucas, marriage is a responsibility, okay?

I'm so responsible!

Okay, yeah, that's a lie, but Craig is,

and he's sweet, reliable and kind

listen, Craig is not the problem.

Mom and dad were a nightmare.

There it is.

It's a trap.

You think you're with the love of your life

and you end up ripping their heart out.

Since when am I anything like dad?

No, you're not. You're more like mom.

Because of the drinking or the delusions?

Look, Lucas, you and I

we were built to hurt people, okay,

we learned from the best.

I don't want to see you make the same mistakes they did.

I'm perfectly capable

of making new and exciting mistakes all by myself, thanks.

- Come on, Lucas... - Come on... - shush.

I'm driving.

- I'm detective li. - This is Tess Avery.

We're here to speak to the plant manager.

That'd be mr. Brocker. I'll page him.

I'll have to lock up your weapon, sir.

Too many flammables on site.

Let's go, day dreamer.

Metal detector straight ahead.

Lieutenant, I want to thank you in advance

for your cooperation,

we appreciate you making the trip.

I didn't have a choice, did I?

We just want to hear your version.

Four years ago,

I pulled a murder case in district 5.

A professor of biochemistry, rig by Daniels,

stabbed in his own bed.

What was your take on it?

All leads pointed to his mistress, Sunita Sharma.

Aka sunny patel.

Do you believe she did it?

There was pressure on me to close,

but the more I looked, the less I liked it.

The more flags I found,

the more my boss at the time, lieutenant Taylor,

pushed me to tie the case to this Sharma woman.

Then he offered me a promotion.

Lieutenant of my own division.

Across town.

I just had to hand off the Daniels case

and the job was mine.

And you took it.

I'd worked hard, I knew I deserved it.

But I...

Recognized the timing was awfully convenient.

One day last year, I got a call.

Hello?

Lieutenant Bennett,

what was the nature of that call?

A man calling from a burner phone.

- Did he give you a name? - No.

He just said he was working for

some powerful people

people who had already helped me

and who I wouldn't want to upset.

He said the Daniels case

was being dug up again by members of my team.

And what did this nameless mystery man

expect you to do about it?

He wanted me to shut it down.

By any means necessary.

So what did you do?

I couldn't risk talking to my detectives.

Not knowing who was behind the cover-up,

I felt the less they knew, the better.

Meanwhile, this man... Kept calling,

pushing me to do something about the situation

before he hurt me

or my family.

I can't believe sheila's dead.

I have to tell the rest of her team.

God.

What did sheila do for work here, mr. Brocker?

She was a maintenance technician.

Yeah, she was old-school,

kept this place ticking like a Swiss watch.