The dead body in front of Dr. Morales can't talk; nevertheless, it's speaking volumes: telling him that death occurred in one place, and the body was discovered in another place, and a single gunshot, from very close range, is the cause of death. Ballistics analysis is underway on the bullet Dr. Morales dug out of the man's chest. The firearm discharge residue on both hands of the corpse indicates the man was touching the gun that killed him, or fired a gun himself. Time of death was approximately 24 hours ago, which means he was shot yesterday right around 4 p.m.

Pointing out delicate plastic surgery scars on the man's face and scalp, Dr. Morales tells Detective Nelson and Captain Raydor, "This man went to great lengths to disguise his identity." Indicating the dark brown hair covering the man's body, the doctor says, "The hair on his head has been dyed blonde. The eyeglasses found near his body contain clear lenses, not prescription lenses. I removed dark blue contacts from his brown eyes. Also, the man's badly scuffed shoes indicate that he was dragged, and the shoes are designed to make him appear several inches taller; when I removed his clothing, I discovered his suit is full of padding constructed to make him appear heavier." Holding up a leather wallet, the doctor says, "I found this in a hidden pouch in the lining of his suit jacket. It contains his driver's license, a credit card, and $438 cash."

Reaching for the wallet with her gloved hand, Sharon pulls out the driver's license and reads the pertinent information aloud: "Clinton Williams of 3425 Fletcher Avenue in Los Angeles. Date of Birth February 22, 1966. He has blonde hair and blue eyes, and is six feet, five inches tall and 220 pounds."

"I highly doubt any of that is true," says the doctor. "I can't confirm his name or address, and I can only approximate his date of birth, but his hair and eyes are brown. He's actually six feet, one inch tall and he weighs 188 pounds."

Glancing at the detective, Sharon says, "That's the name and address Connie Owens gave me. She also gave me the credit card number he used to pay her for the gift basket." Digging into the wallet, she pulls out the credit card to compare the number on it with the number she has written down in her notes. The numbers are the same.

"One of my colleagues is researching the name and address as we speak," says the detective as she steps closer, and leans down to observe the dead man's face. "We should know something soon. Captain, is it just me or does this man look like the blonde man who was walking down the hallway when the intruder and Andy fled your condo?"

"That's exactly what I was thinking, and the clothes appear to be the same," answers Sharon. "The man in the video has a limp in his right leg. Doctor, did you find anything wrong with this man's right leg?"

Indicating the long vertical scar on the right knee of the body, the doctor says, "He's had knee replacement surgery within the past three months. That's a little unusual for a man who doesn't appear to be over 50-years-old, but it could be due to an injury."

Sharon's phone buzzes with an incoming text message; she pulls the phone out of her pocket, swipes to the right, and silently reads the message from Rusty. He reassures her that he's fine. He plans to spend the rest of the afternoon on campus, in the library, then join a friend for pizza before returning to his dorm room. She smiles to herself while reading his text. Still holding her phone, it occurs to her to take some pictures of the dead body. She sends the pictures to Andy with a text message asking if he recognizes the man.

The doctor tells the two women that fingerprint analysis will be performed on the corpse, but it will take some time because the lab is backed up. "That's about all I can do for now," he says.

Exiting the morgue, and stripping the sterile gloves and gowns from their bodies, the women discuss the information Captain Martinez shared with them about the homeless man who discovered the body in an abandoned building. The man had sought shelter for the night, in the building, and was enjoying a pint of Duggan's gin he had stolen earlier in the day. Eventually, he passed out. Awakening this morning long after sunrise, he rolled over on the floor, and spotted a human hand sticking out from under a pile of rubble. The body attached to the hand didn't move when he poked it with his shoe. His instinct was to run, but he had enough sense to realize that people living on the streets knew he hung out in the building. He had no home, no money, and he was guilty of stealing, but he wasn't guilty of murder. He walked six blocks to the nearest police station and reported what he had discovered. At this moment, the homeless man is enjoying a ham and cheese sandwich and a hot cup of coffee while being detained by Robbery-Homicide.

The captain and detective head to the office of the sketch artist. Applying the final strokes to the sketch pad, the artist holds up the drawing of the plumber for them to see. Sharon stares at the man in the sketch; he is attractive with high cheekbones, full lips, prominent eyebrows, slight crow's feet at the corners of his light green eyes, and a five o'clock shadow that's more silver than brown. The artist has captured the image of a man who looks serious and intelligent. The faint wisp of a faraway memory stirs in Sharon's mind. Before she can focus on it, Blanca says, "Yes, that looks like the plumber. I'm not totally certain his eyes were green, but that looks like him."

Taking the sketch from the artist, the detective says, "This looks nothing like the dead man in the morgue who is supposedly Clinton Williams, so who is this man, and what does he have to do with the man in the morgue?"

Sharon doesn't say a word. She just looks at the detective, and shakes her head. Exhaustion has hit her hard. It's all she can do to remain on her feet and focused. She would like to be far, far away from here curled up in front of a fireplace with Andy at a Victorian bed and breakfast in the Napa Valley.

"You look tired," remarks Detective Nelson.

"I'd love to get out of here," Sharon replies, "but we still need to meet with Threat Management."

"I haven't even had the chance to set up a meeting. Let me call them, and see if it's possible to meet now."

While the detective makes the call, Sharon escorts Blanca to the elevator, and then sends a text to Tao asking about his progress. He replies back that he has started the procedure to obtain a search warrant, and he's on his way to perform a wellness check on Mrs. Cooper.

Nelson, still holding the sketch, approaches Sharon in the hallway and says, "Detective Molina in Threat Management can meet with us tomorrow morning." Both women head down the hall toward Robbery-Homicide; while walking, Nelson turns to Sharon and says, "I also talked to my colleague; he confirmed the abandoned vehicle found this morning is registered to Clinton Williams of 3425 Fletcher Avenue, but this is where it gets interesting. The Clinton Williams residing at that address is very much alive and well. Mr. Williams reported his stolen identity to the LAPD over two months ago. The abandoned vehicle doesn't belong to the real Clinton Williams, so I'm assuming the vehicle belonged to the dead man who stole Mr. Williams's identity."

"Well, hopefully we'll find out the dead man's true identity from his fingerprints," says Sharon.

"And, we still don't know the connection between the man in the morgue, and the intruder who posed as a plumber to gain entry to your condo," states the detective.

Entering Robbery-Homicide, Sharon is surprised to see Andy standing in the middle of a cluster of detectives, including Sykes and Sanchez, surrounded by boxes of old case files. He glances up, and meets her gaze. He can see how tired and worried she is in the depths of her eyes. Stepping forward, with a file in his right hand, he seems invigorated, and full of renewed energy. Thrusting the file at Sharon, he tells her he was at home trying to rest when a name and face hit him out of the blue. Opening the file, she's confronted with the mugshot of a man staring at the camera with a provocative look on his face. The corners of his full lips are turned up in a half smile, as if he is laughing at a joke that's not that funny. His mouth is partially open. His intelligent eyes radiate with arrogance. Her body tenses up just looking at the picture, and her mind is transported back over two decades. She's standing in the dimly-lit hallway of the house she shared with Jack. It's noisy because there's a party going on in the living room; she can hear music playing and people laughing and talking. She has just tucked her two children into bed. Quietly closing the bedroom door, she turns around to see a man approaching. She can't remember his name; he's one of the lawyers in the large firm where Jack works. He's standing too close to her. As she starts to move away, he reaches out with his palm and cups her cheek. "You have the most beautiful skin," he tells her. She's startled, and doesn't know what to say. "Thank you," she mumbles as she heads down the hallway back to the party. He's following her. She can feel his eyes on her. Entering the living room, she heads straight to Jack's side. He's on his third Crown and Coke and talking exuberantly to one of the senior partners. Everyone is in a great mood; celebrating a big win in court. Several times throughout the evening she catches her husband's coworker staring at her.

The mugshot she's holding in her hand is dated December 18, 1994. That was a memorable year, but not in a good way. Jack's drinking increased by the summer of '94, and his coworker called her multiple times, after the party, asking her to meet him for drinks and dinner. She never said a word about it to Jack. His behavior and his drinking was bad enough without that knowledge. In November of that year, Jack lost his job with the firm and was gambling heavily. She kicked him out of the house right before Thanksgiving. His fellow lawyer continued to call and ask her out. She always declined, and eventually he stopped calling.

Setting the mugshot on the nearest desk, Sharon says, "Detective Nelson, please give me the sketch you're holding." Nelson hands Sharon the sketch of the plumber; she places it on the desk next to the mugshot and they all stare. The man in the sketch is older, but it appears to be the same man. "Who is this?" Sharon asks.

"He's Mark Evans. I investigated him in the fall of 1994 on robbery charges," Andy says.

The minute Andy says the man's name, Sharon remembers how Mark Evans made her flesh crawl. She hadn't thought about him in years. "Was Mark Evans a lawyer?" she asks.

"Yes," Andy answers. "How did you know that?"

"Because he worked in the same firm with Jack. I knew him, but I just didn't remember his name."

"Mark Evans stole personal items, including hairbrushes, belonging to three women who all lived in the same building. He was arrested on a number of charges: rape, robbery, and stalking. He has been in San Quentin for the past 21 years," says Andy. "I have a call in to their administration to check his status, but I'm still waiting to hear back."

Sharon's phone rings. Looking at the screen, she sees that it's Lt. Tao and she answers.

"Captain, the search warrant came through, and I'm inside your neighbor's condo. You won't believe what I'm looking at," Tao says.