Hudson & Rex

Keep those knees up!

We're almost there, friends.

Countdown is coming! You can do it!

You've come this far! And six!

- Come on Iris! - Five, four!

And...

nicely done!

Now we're going to drop onto our mat!

Hello, my sweets.

Look at you grow!

Hey, Rex.

- He's in a good mood. - Yeah.

He's excited about the new toy that I got him.

New toy?

Did I miss Rex's birthday or something?

It's just something that we saw on TV.

The SPEECHxPET.

Suckered into a late night infomercial again?

Do you have her name?

Iris Cross, widow.

- Just shy of 70. - Iris Cross?

Is that the woman who brings the poinsettias to the station

- during the holidays? - Yeah.

Yeah, she grew them all herself.

Yeah.

A fair amount of blood.

It's more than I'd expect from natural causes.

Yeah, wouldn't be too hard to break into the place.

Dirt around the body. Signs of a struggle.

Time of death?

Yesterday. Late afternoon, early evening.

Who would...

who would have reason to kill a sweet old lady?

What have you got, pal?

Wow.

Are those magic mushrooms?

Rex, I think you've just sniffed out

the city's newest psychedelic grow-op.

How's that for a reason to kill a sweet old lady?

When I was with Drug Squad,

we found our share of shroom grow-ops.

But never quite in a place like this.

An eighth was called a slice when I was in college.

Anyone got a slice with mushrooms on it?

Or so I heard around campus.

Okay. I bet.

Does Mike know about your wild past?

Um, I like to maintain a little mystery.

Okay.

So this looks like more than she would need for personal use.

Okay so what's the street value here?

An operation this size,

could be anywhere from 20 to 40K.

So half of the trays are empty.

Looks like they've been dug out with bare hands.

Yeah, this crime scene looks like a robbery gone bad.

Yeah, but I just talked to the neighbour

and she said that Iris wouldn't know the difference between

a magic mushroom and a toadstool.

Okay, I got a clean thumb print from the cabinets.

Belongs to a Lewis Cross.

Yeah, this is Iris's grandson.

The neighbour said that he's a piece of work.

He have a record?

Looks like a drug store B&E from a while back.

Rex, let's go have a chat with him. Come on, pal.

Okay, got it, partner.

Is someone in there?

Excuse me. Police. Can we talk a moment?

Sorry to wake you up.

You Lewis Cross?

- Yeah, that's me. - You sleeping in your car today?

I lost my house keys. Is that a crime or something?

No, but I think my dog smells one.

Will you pop this trunk, please?

My granny Iris.

She can't be dead. I just saw her.

- When was that? - Uh...

Yesterday afternoon, around 4:00.

She was about to do her exercises.

I thought she'd outlive us all.

Lewis.

We don't believe that she died of natural causes.

And from the sounds of things,

you were the last person to see her alive.

I could never hurt her.

I owe her everything I have in my life.

That include greenhouse space for an illegal growop?

Hmm?

Rex here is a trained K9 officer.

His interest in your trunk isn't just his way of saying hello.

- You know what I mean? - Yeah.

Those are all from my granny's house.

All that's in there are some knitted baby clothes she sold on Etsy.

Well, no baby bonnets in here, Lewis.

Tell me about the psychedelics.

I'm innocent.

And I can prove it.

See? It's all in here.

It was all my granny's.

She wrapped her packages here

and then she gave them to me to mail.

I didn't know there were drugs inside.

These bags do match.

All I did was take them to the post office.

Looks like Rex is on to something. Let's go.

Hey, buddy!

Hey, you're so handsome!

That's not for you!

Could you get your dog to let go of the bag, please?

Ma'am, he's a cop.

He senses something of interest in your bag.

Let me see, pal. What have you got?

The parcel's the same as the ones in Iris's house.

Yeah, except this one is addressed to her.

Pills.

Ephedrine.

Diet pills.

These are basically speed.

Wait so Iris wasn't just selling drugs,

she was buying them too?

That package is also identical.

Yeah but this one is addressed to a Sal Costa.

What do you know about these packages?

Used to see them one or two times a month.

But now it's two or three times a week!

Oxy.

Another home run, Rex.

Since when did illegal drugs start moving through the mail?

Meet the future of drug trafficking.

It's called Tempest's Way.

It is a dark web black market

for drugs and other illegal services.

Think eBay for all your illicit needs.

And this was on Iris's laptop?

Yeah, yeah. Seems like Granny liked the dark web.

She even knew how to hide her activity with a secure browser.

So she was selling mushrooms on the Tempest's Way

and she was using the same site to buy diet pills.

Yeah, exactly, and without the fear of detection.

See, Tempest's Way is a premium dark web spot

for buying and selling psilocybin.

Now, it's used to traffic other drugs too

but it started with psilocybin

which could be why it was the perfect fit for Iris's crop.

Now a secure browser like Tor

would get you onto the dark web.

Once you're there, you can access the site's listings and create your own.

Listings are visible to any and all users from

in this city to across the country to around the world.

Once a sale is made,

the website offers specific instructions to the user

on packaging to avoid detection.

This is why all the packages look the same.

With no return address and printed labels.

- It's complete seller anonymity. - Exactly. Just drop it in the mail

and let the postal service do the rest.

Now for the buying of drugs, Iris used the site the same way.

Illegal substances are a simple scroll away.

For Iris, it was the ephedrine pills.

And you pay for it using Bitcoin.

A digital, untraceable currency.

Leaving no financial connection between buyer and seller.

And the drugs are just delivered right to your door.

It seems Iris's murder led us

to a thriving online drug bazaar.

I wouldn't be so sure about murder.

Iris suffered a druginduced seizure from that ephedrine.

The pills I tested had three times the fatal dosage.

Poor woman had no clue.

That's what happens without regulation.

What about the excessive blood at the scene?

She was on anticoagulants.

So it wasn't a homicide?

No, I think the seizure must have caused her to drop her pots.

And just give it the appearance of a struggle?

Hold on. I don't care if no one laid a hand on this woman.

This was not an accident.

Administering an illegal substance causing death

is criminal negligence. If not manslaughter.

And Tempest's Way is to blame.

We've got to shut the site down

or else there's going to be victims like Iris all over the Rock.

So I spoke to some friends

at departments around the country

and from Toronto to Montreal to Vancouver,

they're are all starting to see Tempest's Way's telltale packaging.

- What are the contents? - It runs the gamut.

From college students who are trying to buy Adderall

to athletes who are trying to buy experimental pain meds.

Okay, so Tempest's Way is popular.

Yeah and it's growing.

But no one's seeing numbers quite like us.

We're confiscating packages at a rate of three to one.

Yeah, and because we're confiscating more packages than other regions,

there's a good chance the founder is in our own back yard.

I mean, sites like this often start local then expand.

San Francisco.

Quebec City.

So catch the person who's at the top.