Saint-Pierre

He was hitting on you while we were looking at photos of gutted humans.

Hope you guys like the good stuff.

Hey.

Wow. What?

It is not like you to be late for anything, ever. I know, sorry. My alarm

go off.

For you. Thank you.

Forgot your coffee.

Well, personally, I think one can never have too much coffee.

Not sure if that's medically accurate, but hey, you are the doctor.

We have to go.

What?

Something you want to say. What would I have to say? Clearly you want to say

something.

How's the coffee?

Fine.

They're both fine.

Good.

What do you got?

A woman stumbled upon him while she was walking her dogs.

We just got here. Locked down the scene.

Has anyone examined the body yet? Not yet.

No.

What is it?

His name is Lucas Gauthier.

I know. I knew him in high school.

Tell us about Luca.

I hadn't seen him since graduation.

And to be honest, I didn't like him very much.

Oh, should we be looking at you as a suspect?

He was just one of those guys, always mean to everyone, a bully.

He moved away after graduation.

He must be back in town for the reunion, 30 years, this weekend.

No phone or wallet.

Officers are fanned out in all directions.

Renif, you've got the sharpest eyes around.

I could really use your help.

Wow.

Smells like Renif's pal had more than a few drinks last night.

Yeah. Black eye.

Scratch knuckle.

Maybe a rubbery turn violent?

Expensive clothes here from away.

He would have been a perfect target.

What do you think caused this?

Whatever it was, it was sharp, thin.

The wound is a mess, like multiple stab attempts.

A luteus ID and this.

Oh, he used his race car that night.

Well, I guess now we know where this guy was drinking.

Yeah, he was here with a big group, insisted on paying the bill, made a big

of it, ordering all our most expensive booze, cognac and champagne.

Big spender.

Did he rub anyone the wrong way?

They didn't stick around for very long, thank God.

He was getting on my nerves.

Was there anyone with him that you recognized?

The pharmacist from down the street.

What is her name? Marcella Morin.

She was in our class as well. Very popular and nice. Always had great hair.

Well, when she left, she was pretty pissed off.

I don't know why, but she stormed out of here. Yeah, I know her for a minute.

She took it over from her parents years back.

Let's go see that little girl.

Love you, love all.

Bye.

Lucas just flew in for the reunion. I can't believe that he's... Oh.

Marcella, uh...

We know you were out with Lucas and some of the old gang last night.

Yeah, we thought it might be nice to catch up before the official party at

school tonight. I imagine the whole thing is cancelled now. I took some

pictures. Ah, here. Let me... Okay, so that's

Lucas and you.

Obviously with the great hair, as always.

And that's...

Etienne Piccard and Avril Roy.

And is that... Jacques Dupuis?

Mm -hmm.

We haven't seen each other in years.

We've all changed enough.

I like the mustache.

A witness claims that you left early, that you were upset about something.

Oh, no, that was nothing. I have to open the pharmacy early, so the late nights

don't really work for me anymore. They were just... giving me a hard time for

leaving.

They? What was it, Lucas giving you a hard time?

Yes, Lucas being Lucas.

He rubbed people the wrong way, myself included. But he wasn't without his

charm. I'm not sure I agree, but you were closer to him.

Do you know where Lucas was staying? He doesn't seem to be registered at any

hotel. Oh, yeah, at his parents' place.

It's in, and you guys were tight in high school. So I'm putting my number in so

that you can forward us this feature, okay?

Of course.

And we'll do everything we can to find out what happened.

Okay.

Jen's house was the place for the cool parties in high school.

Oh, were you one of the cool kids or not?

Let's just say this is the first time I'll be seeing the inside of this house.

For what it's worth, I hated high school too.

Oh, we got a car here.

He said he'd be in trouble.

Check the door.

Hello?

Police?

Étienne?

Il y a quelqu 'un?

It looks like a high school party.

Hello? Renouf?

What the hell are you doing here?

I'm sorry. I know you were close.

Yeah, I mean, we haven't had a lot of contact over the years, but yeah.

Lucas was staying here with you.

We need to go through his things.

Yeah, his room is right down the hall.

So this is your parents' place?

My parents live away for most of the year, and I moved back home because I

needed a little restart.

What happened to your home?

Oh, that's, uh, I don't know.

I guess I drank too much, and the whole night's a bit of a blur.

Lucas's bags aren't even unpacked.

Do you see this phone?

No. Guys, I'm just trying to take this all in.

Walk us through what happened yesterday and last night, step by step.

Sure. I picked Lucas up at the airport. We came back here, dropped off his

stuff, and then had a few drinks. Then we met with the others, and Lucas wanted

to keep the party going.

So we came back here, and I guess I passed out.

Lucas had a way of getting under people's skin.

Did he have any tension with anyone last night?

Lucas and Avram really went at it.

It was like we flipped back in time.

I didn't hear what they were on about, but... Yeah, you know.

Lucas and Avril dated in high school and were notorious for their epic fights.

Our yearbook. I lost mine years ago. You okay if we borrow this for a while?

Yeah.

I understand you went to school with the victim? A lifetime ago.

I looked into it.

We just moved to New York after our graduation. Was a financial advisor

Single, no kids.

The body was found in front of the statue.

Here. We don't know if the body was dumped or if the guy made his way there

himself. Any idea on the murder weapon? Not yet.

I mean, he was stabbed.

The wound was deep. He had scratches on his knuckles, bruises on his face.

Lucas' phone is on my, there's no signal, but I've got an alert set if

changes. From what I can tell, Lucas hasn't been back since we graduated.

His parents aren't in town. They spend most of the year down south. He has no

other family here.

So the Vic hasn't got many connections left in St. Pierre. Except the people he

was with last night.

Marcel Amorin, local pharmacist.

Etienne Picard recently moved back here. We haven't talked to Avril Roy and

Jacques Dupuis. They're both staying at the new hotel.

You mean together?

No, separate rooms.

Coroner, the initial report should be ready by now.

Go check on Avril and Jacques, and we'll meet you at the hotel.

Sir. Yeah.

Renaf knew the victim and was friends with some of the suspects.

You sure he should be on this case? We know most of what we know because of

Rene. He's an asset to the investigation.

I agree.

St. Pierre's a small island. If we start recusing ourselves every time we know

somebody, we wouldn't get anything done.

Understood?

All right.

At least Rene seems to be telling the whole truth.

Dabbed with a long piece of glass?

Wouldn't have been my first choice, but sharp, pointy, did the trick.

Weapon of opportunity.

Shattered inside the torso.

It'll take me a while to figure out exactly what type of glass it is.

Prince? Seriously?

Okay. If he was stabbed with a broken glass, the killer may have cut their own

hand in the act. I will check that, yes.

Also, there are superficial punctures around the fatal wound.

The killer was hesitant, like it was...

Personal or... Or whoever killed him didn't want to.

Self -defense, maybe?

His face was nice and messed up, so if it was a fight, it would make sense that

the killer was acting spontaneously.

Time of death?

That's the tricky part. The glass missed major arteries.

Meaning he bled out slowly.

Could have taken as long as an hour.

I'm guessing around 2 a .m. So the end of a late night.

Right. Fifth fight gets messy.

Our guy here, he gets stabbed, so he takes off. He runs away and he drops

where we found him.

Not a comfortable hike, but possible.

Right, so if he were drunk, he might have numbed some of the pain.

Give us a call when you get the blood panel, please.

No sign of Avril or

Jack, but their luggage is still there.

What about the room?

Did the beds look like they'd been slept in? No, it still had that hotel -made

bed look.

Plus, the front desk, I checked, and neither came home last night.