Absence of the Good

Michael?

Michael, you okay?

Don't move, honey.

It's gonna be okay.

Your mother's very worried about you.

Don't move, Michael.

What time did they get here?

A little after 6:00.

I thought they weren't

supposed to come till 8:00.

Yeah.

Did you have any breakfast?

You go ahead.

Mr. Barnes?

Good Hope Charity.

We have a pickup.

One minute.

Here you go, guys.

Thanks.

Welcome back, partner.

Hey, Glenn. Thanks.

How's Mary?

Okay.

It's gonna take some time.

And you?

I'm okay.

So what's your thinking?

You just wanna hang out today?

- Get back in the rhythm?

- You got something?

Just came in.

- Hey, Sid.

- Caleb, I didn't know you were back.

- How're you doin'?

- What do you got?

Lynette Gumme,

Bible student, 22 years old.

The guy upstairs heard her scream,

called 911.

She put up a fight?

She was a strong young woman.

Good muscle tone.

These bruises here--

she was strangled...

I'd say about six hours ago.

- Six hours, huh?

- Yeah, give or take.

She might have been suffocated

during the attack.

She was killed in the process

of being raped.

How long ago

did the 911 call come in?

'Bout an hour ago.

The neighbor heard her scream,

waited five hours to call?

- Thanks, Sid.

- Mm-hmm.

It's open.

Mr. Marshall, we'd like to speak

to you about Miss Gumme downstairs.

Let me ask you something. What were

you thinking when you saw that gun?

Guy's got one of us for sure.

Do you remember

what went through your head?

What were you thinking?

I didn't want to be

in a wheelchair, you know.

Bullet in my spine.

I was raised Methodist.

Yeah?

We believe God

has already decided...

whether someone

will choose good or evil.

Those that choose evil

don't really have a choice.

So you're saying it's not

really this guy's fault.

I'm saying the decision

had already been made...

whether he was going to

point the gun at himself...

or at you.

I don't think that really helps me

if I'm still in a wheelchair.

I agree.

Right.

We'll talk about it later.

You got it.

- Hey, welcome home.

- Hey, great friend.

- I love it, Caleb. I really do.

- Thanks. So do we.

Wow, you guys been busy, huh?

You've got so much room here. The

closets are bigger than my apartment.

Okay, look, dinner's almost ready.

I'm gonna put some sheets on the bed.

And then I'll leave you two alone.

- You don't have to do that.

- Yeah, I know.

Now shut up.

Did you have a good day?

Yeah, it was good.

Been busy?

Pretty busy.

Something smells good.

All right, Agnes.

'Night, Roger.

See you tomorrow.

Franky!

Here, kitty, kitty, kitty.

Mama's home.

Come on.

Oh, smell the cat food.

She was struck from behind

several times, blunt instrument.

I would say a hammer.

The head, not the claw.

But she didn't fall.

She never hit the ground.

He dragged her in here

from the living room.

- How do you know?

- Carpeted floors.

I found some matching fibers

in the heels of her stocking.

They were dragged from over there

to her bedroom.

- Where'd you find blood?

- Some on the sheet.

I got some on the mattress.

I got a little trace right over here.

I don't get it.

The guy cleaned up after himself.

Should have used bleach.

Check it out.

He must have sat her in the chair

after he killed her.

Why?

The f***er's been playing house.

"Dear Mom, sorry about the mess.

I'll clean up after school. Love, B."

She couldn't have been home

for more than two minutes.

- They were waiting for her.

- How'd he get in?

This we do not know yet.

Look at this.

She hasn't got a family.

Her only son died eight years ago.

No other blood relatives.

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