Detective Nina Meyer might keep getting knocked down whack-a-mole style (props to Claire for that cruel but accurate analogy) after every move she makes, but she’s been right a lot lately. And she knows she’s been right, no matter how much her doubters dig in their heels. So, eventually her luck’s gotta turn around and prove as much, right? Right.
The arrival of Hank Asher with his brown bag of evidentiary goodies seems to be the first truly promising lead in the investigation, especially to himself. He’s so confident he’s got the key to solving her case literally right there in his lap that he demands she parade him around town as a hero once this is finished. And it has to be her that does the rooftop-shouting about his new do-gooder status because, as he glibly muses, it’ll be total “irony.”
Meyer tries to pass on the opportunity for an unscheduled sit-down with the man who she put away for Adam’s murder a decade ago, but he reminds her that she owes him 5 million, 260 minutes of his life back, so she can spare one of hers to hear him out right now. “I’m going to solve your case, and when I do you’re going to tell the whole world that I did it. That I caught your monster. That I cleaned your dirty,” he tells her.
Problem is, Doug a.k.a. The D-Baggiest of All D-Bags is one step ahead of the pursuit and has relocated from his townhouse long before Nina can secure a warrant to search the place. He (and the captive Agent Gabe Clements and the “so, so sorry” Jane who tied him up in the first place) are all long gone before Nina’s crew can arrive, and, whaddya know, there’s not a trace of Gabe in sight … but that doesn’t mean it’s not there, exactly. Meyer insists that a full lab work-up be done on Doug’s shed because she’s 100 percent certain he’s responsible for Clement’s disappearance, whether anyone else believes her or not. And, once again, she’s right.
Meanwhile, it’s Ben’s 19th birthday, and only half of the Warren family have a clue. Dad and Danny are still in the dark thinking this is their Adam — although Danny certainly has his doubts — while Willa and Claire are now fully in the know. What’s weird is that while Willa was the one to come up with this ridiculous idea to have him assume the role of Adam in the first place, she’s clearly having some long-overdue second thoughts about the scheme. Not only does she not actually know this person she’s now calling her brother, but she doesn’t know exactly what happened between him and her actual, now-dead brother.
She tries to coax out a little more intel about Adam’s untimely demise by offering up a story about Danny breaking her nose during a four-day road trip because they couldn’t stand being cooped up together, but before she can find out what she wants to know — namely, was Ben the one that killed Adam — Claire and Danny stroll in and change the subject to happier thoughts, like a celebration party for “Adam” being returned to the family.
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Claire knows that she’s going to be beholden to the DNA firm that Willa’s roped into falsifying the results of Ben-Adam’s blood-work, so the real question she has for her daughter is, “How much of my soul did you sell?” The short answer is A LOT — some of which even Willa’s not aware of. Because even though she and Bridey are still a *thing,* Bridey’s still a journo first and follows Willa to catch her arriving for a sit-down with her contact at Biotech Genetics. If she gets this story right, she’s probably looking at the front page, and all’s fair in love and journalism. Danny’s right to dump her tonight because she plays dirty. She even manages to download Willa’s entire laptop while she sleeps off a little vodka at her apartment. Dirty, dirty, dirty.
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