Sight Unseen

He's your partner!

Ex-partner.

You're the bravest person I've ever known.

Tess, I'm taking the transfer to Undercover.

No contact with anyone outside the unit.

Sunny.

Let's talk about your agoraphobia,

let's talk about your PTSD,

or at why you don't want to talk about it.

When I logged in on your computer,

you stole my password.

How could you do that?

Kye! Don't walk away from me!

Craig and I are getting married.

You're supposed to congratulate me.

Look, Lucas, you and I...

we were built to hurt people, okay?

We learned from the best.

You just have to be a better judge of character in the future.

You were right about my brother.

Well, cheers to that.

Tess! I messed up! I'm in trouble!

Lucas?

I lost everything!

It's over.

What's so French about French toast, anyway?

It's just bread and eggs.

You get to add maple syrup.

So it's French-Canadian toast?

Just have another mimosa.

You'll get the hang of it.

You know, I wasn't going to say anything

about your stupid shirt or your stupid necklace.

- Oh? - But there you go.

I'll talk to you later.

What's up?

He's mad.

- Everyone? - Look...

Here is something

that might resemble French toast.

Oh, girl, what'd you do? Ransack a henhouse?

Ha, ha.

This looks delicious, Tess.

This is a serious level-up, Tess.

You invited people into your home,

you fed them...

it's like you're trying to create community.

There you go!

I can plate my own breakfast, Lucas.

I'm just trying to help.

We all know how well that can turn out.

Trouble in paradise?

Oh!

Thank you. Cheers!

To the happy couple.

So happy.

Whoo!

Is everything okay with you and Lucas?

Don't worry.

I'm not gonna cancel the wedding,

but your brother can't be trusted.

Craig, you know...

he's really disappointed in himself.

Yeah, well, that makes two of us.

This really was a nice brunch, Tess.

Call from Leo.

- Hey. - Tess.

When you were a baby cop,

did you do that module on plastic guns

at the Academy?

I did.

Okay, true confessions...

at that time, I was deep in

a situationship I do not regret to this day.

As a result,

I don't remember the module... much.

Leo. Has there been a shooting?

Uh-huh.

Victim is Angela Devine.

44.

Shot three times.

She was on the move...

and I'm not saying that

just because she's wearing $600 trail shoes.

F.I.S. dug out two splintered plastic bullets

at the scene.

They're 0.9-millimetres,

which means any number of firearms

could've been used.

So, it doesn't necessarily mean...

- But it could! - Maybe.

All right. Uh...

talk to me about the crime scene.

It's a wooded area.

Remote.

Bit of a runner's trail weaving through the trees.

F.I.S. found the bullets north of,

and 20 feet from, the body.

Okay. Imagine a line drawn through the victim's body

perpendicular to the bullets.

All right.

Now, on the side opposite the F.I.S. team,

create four pie-shaped segments

that add up to 180 degrees.

Which quadrant has the most cover?

Third quadrant.

There's a big tree,

lots of foliage for cover.

Check it out.

Look at you... doing math and geometry.

Helps when you like pie.

Way too many trans fats.

I don't see anything.

Don't look.

Touch.

Feel.

So this is it, huh?

Chapter one in Tess Avery's crime-solving manual?

Don't expect anything. Go slowly.

There's something on the leaves.

Tiny filaments. Spatter bumps.

What color are they?

Blue.

Like the bullets.

That kind of residue only comes from a gun.

Yeah, it's not a "maybe" anymore.

Pew.

Untraceable and fully functioning.

The killer used a ghost gun.

Angela Devine was killed

by an untraceable 3D-printed plastic gun.

She is the first victim to be killed by a ghost gun

in this city, ever.

It's usually gangs that traffic in ghost guns.

Yeah, gangs would be better

than "citizen with a grudge and a 3D printer."

Mia famiglia!

I have just returned from the '80s,

where finance bros are still a thing,

even if you're a sis,

and our victim was the bro-iest.

She was married to her work,

drove an Arancio Borealis Lamborghini,

and was christened "King of the Jag-offs" 00

also still a word,

although now it's gender-neutral.

So she was well-liked?

Oh, yeah, yeah.

Demanding, humorless, aggressive...

and she led all her team to million-dollar bonuses,

so, yeah, there were real tears there today.

Long live the King.

"Explain to Rigby's wife

about our affair."

No. That's a big one.

"Reach out to Mother."

Gargantuan.

"Apologize to Kye."

Yeah.

Yes! I can do that, right now.

"Hey, Kye!

It's me, the recluse from 93.

It's been a minute."

"Hey there."

It's Sunny...

in case you deleted me,

"which I can't blame you for."

"I would really...

like to try to connect."

"Of course, take your time."

Come on, Kye.

Don't make me talk to my mom.

God, Angie...

I can't believe it.

Should've lived forever.

You were on a ferry this morning?

Oh, ferry ran late.

I spent three hours in the parking lot...

two on the boat.

Un... believable. Unbelievable!

See, this is why I come in on Sunday mornings.

Rolling in late on a Monday is not a good look.

So Ms. Devine's not someone you want to disappoint?

The "Werewolf of Wall Street"?

You sure as hell don't. She'll rip your throat out.

But everyone wants to work for her.

Nerves of steel,

which you need when you're betting millions.

And making millions?

Yeah! Even in a bad year.

Nice suit.

Did she have it in for anyone?

We made money.

No one wants to turn that off... especially in this economy.

Can I roll now?

Market never sleeps.

I'll walk you out.

Oh! Sorry.

- You okay? - Yeah, I'm...

I'm so sorry for your loss.