I’ve been running around a maze all day… I want some fking cheese.
I’ve never made a Ratatini before.
Portland Police Dept. (read, Wu, Nick and Hank) arrives at Mrs. Granger’s house, but due to blood all over the walls, we can assume they are too late. Nick finds her in the bathroom (while Hank catches a few zzzzs and Wu, I’m assuming, is solving 7 other crimes). She’s barely alive. Before she passes out, she shows herself to be a Wesen. They call for an ambulance and head back to the station.
This dude named Monroe gave me some sweet meth.
Faces of Meth 2.
Sgt Wu fills them in that William Granger has a shady work history. The team, Renard included, is all worried about the little girl’s safety.
Truck guy is trying to chat up William and his daughter, (April) about what good country music is made of (a 12 pack of beer is my guess) while listening to the radio. At the end of the song an Amber Alert comes on and the truck guy realizes it’s his passenger that are being hunted. It was an easy deduction because April says “hey dad, they just said my name on the radio”. Way to keep a secret, APRIL.
While the driver threatens William not to do anything, William woges and attacks the truck guy (why would you hurt the guy driving?). The truck swerves all over the road and eventually ends up on the shoulder.
I wish I had sister wives.
You better not touch my sister wife. She’s the oldest one I have.
Sgt. Wu finds books and receipts and a computer that belong to William. He’s well-read and appears to be building something. Apparently Wu handles all the IT forensics for Portland too. (Stereotype much, Portland?)
I’ve bagged and tagged all the evidence. Just write your names on it so you continue to get all the credit.
William hops out and drags the driver deep into the woods. April snuck out of the truck to see what was going on, but William found her before she saw anything.
You’ll be lucky to get sister coyotes now.
Sgt. Wu finds that William has been researching fall out shelters online. Guns, knives, ammo, storage units, etc. A whole smorgasbord of all things militia.
Bigger than my bathroom.