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Hi, Andy Fleming?

Time's up. Clear the range.

Colter Shaw.

-Yeah, what can I do for you? -Now, your father's Walt Fleming, right?

That was him, yeah. What's this about?

I, uh, found a phone number in some of my dad's old work stuff.

It belonged to a guy named David Pearson. Worked with your dad.

Are you a government man?

No, no. Definitely not a government man.

Um, how'd you find me?

That's what I do. I find people.

Could've just called.

Question for you, uh, did your dad ever mention a Ashton Shaw?

That's my father.

I think maybe the three of them might have been doing some work together.

Yeah, that was a long time ago.

I was like nine, ten, but... but I remember your dad.

He stayed with us for a few weeks.

What about David Pearson? He stay with you as well?

Yeah, he stayed with us a lot, but your father just that one summer.

Do you remember anything else about my father? Anything at all?

Well... Just that he taught me how to shoot my first gun.

Yeah, Ashton, I-I... I liked him. He was... He was good to me.

And from what I read, your father was a neurologist, right?

Mmm, yeah. Stanford and then Yale.

-Yours? -Research lab, Cal Berkeley.

Environmental science, mostly and then sort of, uh...

well, went down a different path, I guess you could say.

-Okay. -Yeah.

It's, uh... Died in 2003, same as Pearson.

You got a take on Pearson?

DOD, far as I can tell. High level clearance.

You have any idea why a government guy

like Pearson would be working with a neurologist?

No. No, I don't. Me and my dad were never close, so you know,

he always... he always treated me like a patient instead of a son.

Do you have any idea what the three of them were doing that summer?

All I remember is they were...

they were holed up in the garage having think tanks, as he called them.

Any idea what about?

Not really, no, but I did spy on them one time.

Yeah, uh, they were watching these tapes of a... of a man hooked up to a machine.

Um...

It was weird.

-Hey, Andy, you got a call. -Yeah.

Sorry, I gotta... I gotta get some work done.

-Yeah. -There's a set of rounds there, man.

Feel free to fire a few off on the house.

-Thank you. -Yeah, it was great to meet you.

-Thank you, I appreciate it. -All right.

It's looks like you're jammed up there. You mind if I...

-Have at it. -Yeah?

Mm-hmm.

Looks like you have an ejection port malfunction. You see this here? This...

This spent shell didn't eject properly. It's called a stovepipe.

So, what you do is just tap the mag.

You rack.

Reload right there. Good to go.

Oh, uh...

-Thank you. -You're welcome.

Oh, uh... My name's Dale.

Nice to meet you, Dale.

Overheard you saying you find missing people.

I do.

I could really use your help. My daughter, Noelle, is missing.

-Well, how long has she been gone? -Two days.

We talk every Saturday.

Waited and waited and straight to voicemail, every call.

-You tell the police? -Yes, sir.

First thing I did was file a missing persons report.

Cops met me at her apartment for a wellness check and found her phone,

no signs of forced entry, no signs of foul play.

But her e-bike is gone, and that's how she works and gets around the city.

Okay. Well, it sounds like Boston PD should still be looking for her.

Mmm. Unless maybe... maybe they found something you're not telling me about.

Okay, look, they found drugs at her apartment,

so Boston PD said they can't chase around some stoner

who's gone missing for the weekend.

But I'm telling you that stuff isn't hers. She doesn't even drink.

Her older brother was an addict.

He died because of it.

Okay. Where was the last place anyone saw her?

Oh, uh...

-This is her schedule. -Okay.

No one has seen or heard from her since she went to work Friday night.

Friday night.

"Boston Blaze."

Yeah, some weed dispensary. Noelle makes deliveries for them.

You go by there, maybe, confront someone? Your, uh...

Well, yeah, I did. I spoke to her manager.

I may have lost my temper, and he had his goon toss me out.

Your daughter ever have a problem with this guy, the manager guy?

Oh, yeah. She told me that, uh, he was late on paying her last week,

so when she asked him for it, he blew his lid.

He got up in her face, started yelling and threatening her.

I told her, "Quit."

She told me she couldn't afford to.

Is that why you're here? Playing with guns. Trying to...

Maybe planning to do something stupid?

I don't know what to do.

Look, mister, I don't know what you charge,

but I promise you I will find some way to pay you.

No one will help me.

I'll help you.

Hey, Reenie, how's New York treating you?

Yeah, pretty good.

A trip with my mom, you know, spas,

-Broadway, your kind of thing. -Yeah.

I can get you a ticket to Mamma Mia tonight, if you want.

That's very sweet. But I've already seen it a couple times.

You, uh... You enjoy yourself.

Did you get my text?

Yeah, Randy filled me in. I didn't even know you were in Boston.

Just passing through.

Anything on that dispensary guy she had a problem with?

Yeah, I talked to my guy at the Boston public defender's office.

Uh, it's a Vince Unger, 35, on parole,

manages a Boston Blaze weed dispensary.

And caught his first charge for distribution

at the age of 18, overachiever.

Okay. Well, Noelle's father's pretty convinced

this guy has something to do with her disappearance.

Looks like he's got a prior for assault

and an ex-girlfriend took out a restraining order.

Well, thanks for the info, Reenie. I appreciate it.

Yeah, let me know if you need anything else.

I don't know what you're talking about.

You're smoking more profit than you're delivering, dummy.

- I'm gonna take it out of your ass. - -Whoa!

Mind your own business. - I got this.

Come on. No.

You Vince?

What do you want from me?

-Noelle Buchanan. Where is she? -No idea.

Then why'd you beat up her old man?

Self-defense. Crazy old bastard came in hot, accusing me.

He was looking for his daughter. You do something to her?

No, bitch did something to me. She bailed before she finished her deliveries.

Never came back with my money or my weed.

Come on, get up. Come here, come here. Sit down. Sit your ass down.

Where was she delivering to?

I ain't telling you squat.

I gotta protect the privacy of my customers.

How about I call the police, have them swing by, huh?

File a report, assault.

Pretty sure that's a violation of your parole.

She was supposed to do drops in Cambridge, but she requested the harbor.

-Why? -How should I know?

Probably one of the big spenders in that part of town. Tips.

Did she seem nervous, worried, anything like that?

She was all over the place.

She was rushing around like she was late, but her shift just started.

How many deliveries did she miss?

Five that I know for sure. I'm still calling around.

You lay a finger on her or her dad ever again,

I'm gonna come back here.

And I don't want to come back here, okay?

-Yeah. -Okay.

Show me her delivery schedule.

Mr. Voss?

Colter Shaw?

Officer Crosby.

-Thanks for the call. -Yeah.

Dying on the can, just like Elvis, poor guy.

Uh, what were you here for exactly?

I was, uh, looking for a missing woman, Noelle Buchanan.

Okay.

I saw the visitor's log in the lobby.

Saw she was the last one to visit the suite.

I noticed her e-bike out front.

And, uh, the window's open.

Right. Well, that window only opens from the inside,

which means that she or someone came down this way.

There's no forced entry, no external injuries.

The guy had atrial fib,

high blood pressure, and Lipitor on the shelf.

The stall door was open. It was unlocked.

Do you ever use a public bathroom

and leave the stall door unlocked?

I'm just saying, someone else could have done it.

There are medications that trigger cardiac events.

Okay, this has been fun, Sherlock.

I will tell you what, I will file for an extended tox report

if that makes you sleep better.

Randy?

Yo. Got into your dead lawyer's call log.

-Anything? -Yes, sir.

Got an outgoing call to a taxi service. 9:00 p.m. Friday.

So, this lawyer calls her a car, sends her out the fire escape.

Must have figured she was being followed.

-Yeah, what the hell is this girl into? -I don't know.

Her boss said she was in a hurry, requested a different route,

same neighborhood as this lawyer's office.

I don't know about you,

but the only time I needed a lawyer was when it was bad news.