Received an anonymous call
an hour ago offering way too specific information about the Peter Ward murder.
Then listed a midtown address. Perimeter is secured. They wait for us to go in.
Clear!
Clear!
Joe. Take a look at this.
What do you think?
Four-sixteen. Bible verse?
No, it's the time.
Four minutes ago.
Four-sixteen precisely.
Your watch is fast.
Fuck. He's here.
- Are you good? - I'm good. Go.
Mrs. Raymond? FBI.
Would someone please turn that shit off?
- Bingo. - Wound on the back of the neck.
- Familiar. - She's been dead for 5 or 6 hours.
- Perp must have hung around. - He left hours ago.
Would you two mind clearing the room for us please?
Thank you.
John.
Same type font as 4:16 and the note at Ethel Jackson's.
Mm-hmm.
- You okay? - Shit.
- Go ahead. Take a look. - Can I touch her?
Yeah.
David.
David?
There you are. Come in.
Wash my back.
John?
- You all right? - Yeah.
- What do you see? - I'm not sure.
- Okay. - What?
- Don't touch the bathwater. - Why?
I'm not sure why.
Joe? Holy shit, we may have a suspect.
- Who? - David Raymond.
The husband.
He says he was at the bar all night.
His bartender and his breath corroborate his story.
- Agent Cowles are you ready? - Yes, sir.
I want you to take the lead.
Mr. Raymond, a cup of coffee.
- Been a long night for all of us. - Thank you.
If you don't mind...
...I'm just gonna jump right into this. Okay?
- Mr. Raymond. - Yeah?
We regret to inform you that your wife Victoria
died last night.
Jesus.
Jesus Christ.
Oh, God. Oh, God...
Mr. Raymond...
...you were seen leaving your building
last night in an agitated state. Can you tell us why?
Did she leave a note?
Did she leave a note?
Mr. Raymond, your wife was murdered.
- What? - Your wife was murdered.
She didn't leave a note.
No! No! Oh, Jesus, God!
- What do you think happened? - She didn't commit suicide?
Why do you think that?
The letter, I wrote... I... I wrote a letter.
- This letter? - No. What is that?
You didn't write this?
I left a letter.
What did it say?
David?
"I never meant to hurt or betray..."
David? What did the letter say?
He left her.
I was leaving her.
Okay.
You were leaving her. Why?
He left her for someone else.
I was leaving her for someone else.
For another woman?
Yes.
He's lying.
Oh, V, I'm so sorry.
Uh, could I have a word with Mr. Raymond?
- Dr. Clancy... - Joe?
- All right. - Thanks.
You're telling the truth, or at least some of it.
You didn't kill your wife did you, Mr. Raymond?