The Alphabet Killer Page #3

I had a case that...

I don't know,

blew my circuits.

My failure to solve it

left me desolate.

I couldn't get it

out of my mind.

I was hallucinating around it

and I couldn't imagine a time

when it wasn't with me

constantly.

So I tried to kill myself.

But now the doctors say

that by doing all the right things,

ignoring my ghosts,

trusting my safe people...

Parks and, well, you...

that I have a pretty good chance at

leading a more or less

functional life.

Richard:

So you're back at work?

Rubber gun division.

They have to give me a job

or the union will go after the city.

Oh.

So they have me in

the records department

where I won't get

in any trouble.

It's better than it sounds.

Does your ex...

he still works there?

- Oh yeah.

- Yeah?

He's made captain.

So he's the boss.

I have him to thank for the job.

But if it weren't for you,

I never would have made

it out of Park Ridge.

No no. Now that's the first

dumb thing I've heard you say.

Well, then you haven't been listening.

What about you?

- Are you heading back to work?

- No no.

My doctor said I have to stay

away from calculators.

I know what you must have

gone through.

Numbers are a b*tch.

I used to calculate the probability

of different scenarios

over and over.

Like the chance that

the three C's were random.

Your Castillo murder case?

Yeah.

If 2% of the population

have matching first and last initials

what are the chances

that Carla Castillo

would be dumped in a town

that started with the letter C?

I'd plug in different variables

but I never got a number

that was lower than one in 1400.

You may never know.

And you may have to live with that.

You're a smart crazy, Ledge.

Where is it?

Jean, it's the little girl.

It's the Walsh girl.

Megan:

He has six outstanding tickets.

Yes, you can impound his car.

No problem.

- Hey, guys, what's up?

- Nothing.

Angelo, get down there.

See if you can get me a witness.

Go now.

Go ahead.

How did the press

find out about that?

- Ken.

- Not now.

No, go ahead, Bob.

Continue.

What?

Wendy Walsh, driven 30 miles

to be killed in Webster.

Why are you looking at me like that?

I'm not gonna freak out.

Okay, so you were right.

But that doesn't alter

the fact that you...

Had a meltdown?

I know.

How did he strangle her?

Oh, come on, Ken.

How did he do it?

There hasn't been a autopsy yet.

From the marks on her neck

it doesn't look like he used his hands.

He used a belt

from behind, okay?

Look, Meg,

this is pointless.

You're not an investigator anymore.

I can help.

You know it.

Look, Meg,

I don't think you should

take on the stress, okay?

Ken, I'm fine.

Look, I'm taking medication.

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