Sharon was fast asleep. Bobby got dressed and headed for a beer. Rusty and Kyle were heading out for a smoke break. "You wanna come with," Rusty asked Bobby. He took his beer with him. There were kids at the park, so they kept walking until they got to an abandoned lot. Through the lot was an empty shed. They went inside and lit up a joint. "You must have had quite the morning," Kyle commented. "That I did," Bobby was just finishing his beer. "You really should get soundproof walls," added Rusty. "Are those real?"

Rusty and Kyle laughed. They smoked another one, and they headed home.

Flynn's House

Andrea made poached eggs and toast. She sat down and listened to jazz. No reason to watch football without Flynn. She curled up on the couch and rested.

Provenza's House

"How do you think we can investigate this alone?"

"How should I know? What else can we do?" The doorbell rang.

"Chief," Provenza answered. "Thanks for coming."

"What's the big secret? Flynn wouldn't even tell me what this was about?"

"Well, you see Chief. I've been a little ornery lately and they've been threatening to make me retire and..."

"You're always ornery," she interrupted. "What's going on here?"

"Come and look," Flynn called. He pointed. Brenda saw a corpse in the study.

"Did you do it with a candlestick?"

Flynn laughed. Provenza did not. "If I call this in, they'll make me retire. Pope has been dying to can my ass, and if not him, Taylor."

"Who is he?"

"I don't know. He was there when I got up, and he wasn't here when I went to bed."

"I don't see any shoes, or any clothes at all for that matter. Were there any weird footprints around?"

"I didn't see any footprints anywhere," Provenza told her.

Brenda looked around the room. She didn't see anything unusual, other than the dead guy behind the desk. She looked in the the rooms. No sign of forced entry. "Nothing's missing?"

"Nothing at all, other than this man's clothes."

"Do you think he could have been drunk and went back to the wrong house?" Brenda asked.

"He walked home naked?" Flynn questioned.

"That is odd. What if someone took his clothes after he died?"

"Who else would be here?" Provenza was baffled.

"Who knows when he died?" added Flynn.

"A coroner would know," Brenda suggested.

"We can't call Morales. He'll tell Raydor."

"What do you want me to do?" Brenda asked. The two men looked at each other and looked at her. "No way. Not going to do it."

They gave her their puppy eyes. "Uggh," she groaned. She made a phone call.

Terrence got there right away. "I'm so glad you feel you can trust me, Chief Johnson."

She groaned in her head. "Thank you for coming."

"So this is for a top secret case for the NSA."

"Yes. This is the home of an agent. He just returned from vacation, and he saw this.. It's probably nothing, but we just want to make sure."

"And you can't go through the normal protocols because their home addresses are top secret."

"Exactly."

Flynn and Provenza were impressed. She could really spoon-feed him some bullshit.

He took a liver probe. "He appears to have died between 4-5AM. I see no signs of blunt force trauma or any weapon. The petechial petechial hemorrhaging of the eyes and the strand of cotton in his mouth suggest he was smothered with a pillow. Probably while he was sleeping."

"Any suggestion as to where he died?" Brenda asked him.

"Somewhere with cotton pillows and what appears to be marshmallow dust."

"Marshmallow dust."

"You know. It's the sugary, powdery stuff that strippers wear on their breasts."

Flynn looked at him. Why would he expect Brenda to know that?

"Oh!" she said. He's so creepy. "So he might have seen a stripper last night."

"Or a girl playing the role at home."

Provenza started to look up strippers.

"Do you think you could do an autopsy in secret?"

"I could. Morales is gone for the weekend."

"You're the best."

He smiled. She always had a way of warming his awkward heart. "I'll need to come back with a van."

Brenda called Tommy. "Hey, I need you to do me a favor. I'm going to send you a photo of a man. Could you run him through facial recognition and see if you get a match? Also, can you keep this on the DL."

"Yes, Chief. Of Course." He had his work computer at home, so he didn't need to go anywhere or put on pants.

Brenda looked out the window. She saw a strange man looking at her. She walked towards Provenza. "Do you know that man?"

"He's just a neighbor. Why?"

"He keeps passing the house, almost like he's trying to look in. He also looks drunk."

Flynn looked. "Definitely a drunk."

Brenda walked out the back door and went to the left. She noticed a rolled up carpet, but didn't have time to stop. Flynn went right. She started whistling as she walked up the street. Just like she planned, the weird man followed her gaze. Flynn snuck up from behind, "What are you up to?"

The man jumped. "I uh nothing." Brenda returned.

"What's your name?"

"Boris uh Boris Tinsley."

"Mr. Tinsley, is there a reason you keep pacing outside my friend's house."

"I uh"

"Or that you keep looking through the window."

"I uh."

"Or that you reek of booze and it's only noon."

"I uh."

"Maybe we should chat," Flynn added. "Inside."

Boris reluctantly went with them. She lead him to the back of the house. "Is this your rug?"

"No!"

Provenza came out. "What is your mother's ugly rug doing in my backyard?"

"It's not ugly," Boris insisted

"So it is your rug."

"I uh well."

"Did you take this rug, wrap up a dead man in it and hide him in Provenza's house?"

"It was just a prank."

"A Prank?"

"I woke up, still drunk from the night before, and he was dead on our front lawn. I figured he had a heart attack or something, so I rolled him up and stuck him in Provenza's study. He's always cranky, snapping at everyone. I was really drunk, and I thought it would be a good laugh. When I sobered up, I realized how dumb I was, so I got drunk again."

"So you have no idea who this man is?" Brenda asked him.

"No. I've never seen him before. Can I go home now?"

Brenda shook her head. "Yes, but the rug is evidence for now, and don't try any more pranks."

"Yes, Ma'am." He ran home.

Provenza sighed.

"Now can we call this in?" asked Flynn.

"Not yet," Brenda said. "We're almost done thought." She got a text from Tommy. His name is Peter Quayle. He was 54 and an investment banker. Brenda looked up his website. "He appears to be friends with this guy." Brenda looked up his friend and gave him a call. "Hi, is this Sean? I'm Alicia and I'm looking for Peter Quayle. I was wondering if you could help me track him down. I tried his cell, but he didn't answer. You haven't seen him since last night. Where did you see him? Roy's Gentlemen's Club. He was with a dancer named Candy. Thank you."

"Let's get some Candy," Brenda said with a smirk.

They got to the strip club. She wasn't due to work for another 8 hours. They visited her house. To their surprise, she answered the door.

"Am I going to jail now?"

"Do you want to tell me what happened?" Brenda looked at her. She hardly looked like a killer. She was small and looked upset. She couldn't have been more than 19.

"I danced for Petey and his friends at the club." She talked to Brenda, tuning out Flynn and Provenza.

"Petey, was he a regular?"

"Yes. He came at least once a month with his friends. Anyway, he paid me extra to do a private dance in his mobile home."

"He lived in a mobile home?"

"No, but he had it when he wanted to meet, and he didn't want everyone to know."

"Like his wife?"

"Yeah, like her. Anyway, we were intimate and he died, and I got scared, so I left him on the front lawn and drove the trailer out of there."

"How exactly did he died?"

"Well I was pegging him..."

"You were what? I don't know what that means."

"I was using a strap-on, well on him, and he wanted me to press his face into the pillow. I didn't want to hurt him, but he kept yelling for me to go harder and harder, and well, he died."

Brenda was stunned. She fucked him to death, literally. "And you got scared and left his body in the yard?"

"Yes. I know it was wrong."

Brenda wrote out a statement. "How about you sign this, and promise not to do that again?"

She signed it and they left.

Brenda called Terrence. "If anyone asks you, you found the body on a front lawn near that house we were at."

"Yes Chief Johnson."

The problem was over. Terrence took the body. There was no murder after all. They notified the wife and spared her the details as to how he died. They just said he died in his sleep, which was not that much of a lie.

Provenza sighed in relief. He could walk the beat for another day.

Flynn went home to his lover.

"Your're back," she said as she hugged him.

"Maybe, I should go more often."

"Is everything okay?"

"It is now." He kissed her.

"Want to tell me about it?"

"I do, but I want you to have plausible deniability." He kissed her again.

"I'm not going to ask."

"Good. Let's watch some football."

Brenda came home. Fritz was looking at her. "What was so important that you ran off in the middle of the afternoon?"

"You know Flynn and Provenza, causing a ruckus any day of the week."

"Is everything alright?"

"It is now." She smooched him.