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They found about a dozen women, mostly Asian,

Locked in the back room of his massage parlor. So Giusti learned a trade when he was doing time. Looks like it. Interpol has a file on Lee, and we've put stop notices on him.

Hey, Hannah. Hey.

Hopefully we'll catch a break. Interpol, huh? We could use some more manpower on this. Feels a little big for just the two of us. Well, send me what ERT finds, and…. I'll see what I can do. I didn't do anything to Cutler. I mean, why would I? Well, he called the Abuse Hotline on you; that sounds like a reason. My dad died of bone cancer. He's supposed to disinfect the room, not…. Lie to the cops. So that eyebolt we found. In your father's bedroom with a chain attached, You know nothing about that?

Maybe Cutler planted it. How about the maggots we found in your father's mattress? Did he plant those, too? Oh, the old man didn't get out much. He probably should've stopped by more. You stopped by often enough to pick up his retirement checks. Those were for groceries and stuff. You chained your father to the bedroom wall and stole money from him. Right now, I have enough to charge you with gross negligence. And fraud. And guess what else. We've got your fingerprints inside his van. Okay, I can explain that.

Who the hell do you think you are? Excuse me? Some dirtbag detective just called me about how I'm treating my dad. You're hauling trash yesterday, And today the police are calling from an anonymous tip.

How does that concern me? You were the only one inside that house.

Or the broken lights.

I reported you, so what? Why don't you tell me what kind of man would chain his own father to a wall? That eyebolt was for a painting. Behind the bed? A foot off the floor? You deserve whatever you get.

Still, $3,000?

What else did you take out of my house, huh? Am I going to find some more evidence against me in here? What the hell is this? Get away from those!

Hey, relax. I don't want your crap. Just stay the hell out of my business.

I guess he didn't listen to me because a couple of days later, The cops charged me. And that's when I went over to his house. Just wanted to give him a piece of my mind. Must've been a short conversation. What did the medals look like? A little more descriptive? I didn't get a good look at him. All right, where were you yesterday? Candy Girls. It's a gentlemen's club on the west side. I was there all day. You can check it out. Hey, Sam, let's make sure the criminal genius stays. In custody till we can check out his alibi. Well, none of the dancers who worked yesterday. At Candy Girls are answering their phones. What do you make of those medals? I don't know, some kind of sports memorabilia? We know he needs money. He's always in other people's homes. I don't know. Maybe he's stealing. Sure. Hannah and I are tight. We met at a hiking trail near school. So, this post that she put on the hiking message board. About a romantic spot to take a new love--is….

Is that you? We're just buddies. Any idea who it is? I don't think she's seeing anybody. Jay, I thought you said you guys were tight?