Lyle Keene: Season 1 - Episode 1
by John Shepphird
Keene, I need you on a case.
Middle-aged woman. Multiple stab wounds to chest, neck and abdomen.
Murder weapon?
Nothing found inside or near the subject’s Mercedes.
Carjacking?
Hard to tell. The subject’s purse is missing, but her phone is in the console.
Robbery homicide?
You know that’s very rare in upscale Rancho Palos Verdes.
All in broad daylight?
Yes, and in a mall parking structure.
The press is asking for a statement.
Because the victim is wealthy?
Yes. A homeless person killed downtown wouldn’t be a story.
I know. The press sells fear.
And it looks like our favorite video stringer has identified the victim.
Daniel?
The punk tried to get details from me. Then he auctioned the clip to the TV news.
Okay. I’m on my way.
No, I need you to notify the husband before they leak the victim’s identity.
Another death notification?
Your specialty.
You know this kills me.
But you can tell when they’re lying.
Sometimes.
Your radar hasn’t failed me yet.
It’s not radar.
Whatever skill it is. You can read people.
I can’t today. I’ve got plans.
I know it’s your day off, but I need you.
Notify the husband before he’s tipped off. You need to gauge his immediate reaction, right?
It’s not that easy.
Don’t make me pull rank.
Fine. Send me what you’ve got.
Much obliged.
What about surveillance video?
Pulling that now. See if the husband has an alibi.
Okay. What’s his motive?
We’ve learned Joseph and Leslie Connor were estranged, divorce pending.
Money then?
Yes. Or possibly revenge.
I’ll forward his office address. Get there before Daniel.
He has scooped us before.
I know. It makes my job more difficult.
But you’ve got to admit he’s a crafty bastard.
A pain in the ass.
That too.
For your radar to work, you need to be there moment the suspect is informed, right?
It’s best.
Well, Daniel’s shot video of the bloody windshield.
He probably wants get an emotional reaction from the husband too.
Because then, he’s hit the evening news jackpot.
TV producers need to stop encouraging him.
He’s a parasite.
Where’s he now?
I don’t see him. Hopefully you can get to the husband before him.
On it.
Thirty minutes later, Lyle arrives in Century City.
Before he enters the building, he texts his old friend Janice.
She’s assigned to the Sheriff Department’s Cyber Crimes Division.
Can you run me a profile? I just emailed you the details.
Homicide Division can’t provide you one?
Nobody is as good as you.
Flattery will get you nowhere.
But will chocolate?
Maybe. What’s the deal?
Rich lady murdered. Chief Fleming suspects the ex, our person of interest.
Statistically, most women are killed by either a former or current romantic partner.
I guess Chief’s playing the odds.
Got your email. Give me a sec.
I owe ya.
I’ll put it on your tab.
Make it a double. And add a generous tip.
One of these days I’m going to collect.
If you get tired of fighting fraud, you know the Homicide Division could use you.
And you know I get queasy at the sight of blood.
You didn’t have a problem when we worked the jails together.
I did.
Could have fooled me.
All that carnage. Inmate fights. Blood. My knees got weak.
I’d hyperventilate but never show it.
But isn’t your sister a surgeon?
Yup. That’s blood AND guts. She’s stronger than me.
Chief says there’s plenty of blood on this case.
How’d she die?
Knife attack.
Spare me the details.
Results are now in. The husband, Joseph Connor, is in commercial real estate.
History of domestic violence?
None. And no priors.
What else?
No children.
That’s good.
His firm had a bankruptcy a few years ago.
Were the creditors paid back?
Looks like it. And no pending lawsuits.
What kind of commercial real estate does he do?
High rise office buildings.
Makes sense. I’m at one now to meet him.
Anything else you need?
All good. Thanks.
So are you doing another death notification?
Unfortunately.
Hang in there. And call me if you need to talk afterward.
I hate this.
It really hurts you, doesn’t it?
Every time.
What’s your condition called again? Hyper-Empathy Syndrome?
So they say.
It’s both a curse and a blessing.
But it helps you catch the bad guys, right?
Because you can tell what people feel and see who’s lying.
True. But it still feels like a curse at times like this.
I’m going to be in as much pain as Joseph Connor when I tell him the sad news.
I know. Chin up though. And go find the truth!
Lyle enters the marble lobby and signs in at the counter.
A delivery guy is waiting by the elevators. Lyle recognizes him.
Daniel?
Detective Keene.
What are you doing here?
Daniel holds up his paper bag, a menu stapled to the rim.
Doing the Uber Eats takeout thing.
Pay well?
When they tip.
What’s in the bag?
Chinese food.
You don’t have a video camera in there, do you?
No, bro. Chow mein. Egg rolls.
I heard you were just in Rancho Palos Verdes.
Not me.
Lyle looks carefully into Daniel’s eyes.
He feels an emotion wafting off of the man next to him.
And it makes his stomach twist.
Lying?
What makes you think that?
What floor are you going to?
Eight.
What a coincidence. Me too.
Lyle turns to the Security Guard and flashes his badge.
Excuse me, sir… LASD.
You might want to have a look at the lunch this man is carrying.
The Security Guard approaches.
Is there a problem?
This delivery boy is not who he appears to be.
Who said I’m delivering anything?
Check the bag.
Lyle turns to Daniel.
A death notification needs to be delivered with dignity.
Nobody wants a camera in their face.
Cut me slack, bro. I’m a journalist. I tell stories.
You exploit pain.
The Security Guard takes Daniel’s paper bag. There is indeed a video camera inside.
Who are you here for?
Joseph Connor. Eighth floor.
How’d you determine the victim’s identity?
Daniel shrugs.
License plate on the Mercedes.
Don’t release her name until we make a statement.
Why not?
Out of respect.
Daniel scoffs.
The public has the right to know.
The elevator bell rings and the car door opens.
You compromise our investigations.
People die. It’s a living.
A living based on dying isn’t much of a living.
I could say the same about you.
The elevator door closes. Lyle braces himself for the painful task ahead.
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