"Business must be good," Elliot said as they walked into the lush office of Johansson Talent Agency. The room had black colored furniture with white carpet. Orchids stood in vases, adding color to the otherwise black and white room. Black and white headshots decorated the walls.

"You must be the detectives," a woman with short blonde hair said, "I'm Laine Johansson. Please, lets go into my office."

They followed her down the hall to her office. "Please have a seat," Laine said. "Have you found anything yet on Meredith?"

"We're still looking," Elliot said, sitting down, "Her daughter, Georgie, stopped by the station earlier."

"Is she doing alright," Laine asked, "I talked to her this morning and she seemed alright with the news. She and her mother weren't that close, though."

"She told us that," Olivia said, "Is there a father we need to notify as well?"

"Meredith kept Georgie a secret. I don't think she told the father about her," Laine said. Olivia nodded, making a mental note to call for a birth certificate on the girl.

"Did Meredith mention anyone that had been threatening her?"

"No," Laine said, "Not recently. She'd had problems with one guy, but she hadn't heard from him."

"What guy was that," Elliot asked, taking out his pen and paper.

"His name was Stephen Parks," Laine said, "She'd had a restraining order issued against him." Elliot nodded, writing his name down before putting the pad back in his pocket.

"Was there anyone else," Elliot asked.

"No," Laine said, shaking her head, "Meredith was our top actor." She took a deep breath,then looked back up at the detectives. "Be aware that this investigation will attract a lot of media. She was due to make 50 million onthis film. She was Hollywoods biggest star."

"We're ready for whatever we get," Olivia said.

"It'd probably be best if you let me work with the publicity," Laine said, "I don't want anything to get in the way of this investigation. I'm releasing a statement this afternoon to address Meredith's death."

"We understand that," Elliot said, "We just ask that you understand that there's some information that cannot be provided."

"I understand," she said, "Best of luck with the investigation." She shook both of their hands, then walked them out of the office. Olivia called the station on the way out,

They pulled up 2640 118th St and climbed the stairs to the fourth floor. The apartment was run down, the sound of a crying baby echoed up and down the hallway. Fin knocked on number 405. "Stephen Parks," he called out.

They heard the sound of the chain sliding, then a man with shaggy brown hair answered the door. "Stephen Parks," Munch asked.

"Yeah, that's me," he said, "What'd I do this time?"

"I don't know," Fin said, pushing the door aside, "Why don't you tell us?"

"I didn't do nothin'," he said.

"You talk to Meredith Hughes recently," Munch asked, his eyes scanning the dingy apartment.

"No," he said. "I ain't gone near her since the restraining order."

"You sure 'bout that," Fin asked. "She was murdered last night."

"Holy shit, I didn't do that," Stephen shouted. Munch looked at his partner, eyebrows raised. "I was at my job, workin'."

"Yeah, well we maybe coming back to double check that story," Fin said. "Where do you work?"

"D'ag's. I deliver stuff for 'em," he said.

"We put in for the birth certificate, then went to talk to Stephen Parks. He claims he was at work. We checked it out, his story fits," Munch explained.

"We get any other leads on the Hughes case," Elliot asked as they walked into the station.

"We just got the kid's birth certificate," Fin said, walking over to them. He handed it over to Olivia. "Check out who the baby daddy is."

"Richard dePasquale," Olivia said.

"Isn't he a director," Elliot asked, leaning against a desk.

"Maybe Ms. Hughes' career needed a head start," Munch suggested. Elliot rolled his eyes at the pun while Fin laughed.

"You think he had anything to do with this," Olivia asked, setting the birth certificate aside.

"Can't hurt to check," Elliot said, grabbing his coat.