Cal, it's nine o'clock.
Can we call it a night?
You can if you want to.
I'm not leaving until I've figured it out.
Until something, somehow, has clicked into place.
You don't think sleep might help?
Flipping post-mortem.
I want some sexy, brilliant but troubled forensic scientist to waltz in,
give me some actual results, flirt a bit and then bugger off.
But no, they'll try to get to it next week.
I think that...
But we need time of death.
Because that ransom was either paid before or after Jamie Phelps died.
And if it's after, then it's got to be a murder.
And if it's a murder, someone is going to come in here and take this case off us.
Especially if we don't have any leads.
Or understand what happened.
Exactly.
I've got something.
What?