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Let me guess-- she never invited you over.

It's outside my radius.

I bet that's why she chose it. Who is this woman?

I have no idea.

We have to leave, right now. She doesn't know we were here, and we need to keep it that way.

I'm staying here.

And then what, you'll confront her, convince her to tell you everything?

You could bring her in, question her.

On what grounds? I don't have a warrant or hard evidence. We don't know what we're dealing with here. We leave, regroup, and figure out what to do.

Siegel dead six blocks from here. Somehow, he must have been onto Rebecca. Talk, now.

I told you-- Hagen was threat her. At least I thought he was.

Instead, he was working with her.

Siegel must have found out about it and followed her here.

She sees Siegel, realizes her cover's blown, shoot him on the way back to his car.

She killed him.

Neal, we will not let her get away with this, but you need to tell me everything. I mean everything.

Hagen was looking for a lost treasure that Mosconi hid a hundred years ago.

The same Mosconi from the Gershon exhibit?

Where I met Rebecca. I approached her for information on Mosconi... exactly like Hagen wanted me to. They played me from the start.

What's so valuable that they went through all this?

The lost twin to the Hope diamond.

The motion detector at the door is an electronic trip wire. It's a custom job, from all appearances.

from all appearances ŒŠ‚˝‚Ć‚ą‚ë

The windows are wired too. It's professional work.

We don't know much about this woman, Rebecca Lowe, but as of now, she's the prime suspect in the murder of Curtis Hagen and agent David Siegel. Neal, you want to give us a minute?

as of now Ą‚Ě‚Ć‚ą‚ë

I'm fine.

Come on, Caffrey, grab a cup of coffee with me.

She was my girlfriend, all right? Peter, I appreciate you trying to protect me, but I can handle this.

I know what you're thinking, and I want you to stay away from this.

You said it yourself-- she can't know we were there. If I don't act like everything's normal, she'll get suspicious.

Okay, but we use it to our advantage. While you're keeping her occupied, we'll search her home.

She was so sweet and thoughtful... so normal. We were supposed to go shopping next week.

Well, it's safe to say that's canceled.

I kind of feel duped, and I barely know her. I can only imagine what Neal must be feeling.

dupe ‚ž‚Ü‚ˇ

I'm just worried whether he can keep up appearances.

Don't you feel bad for him?

I do, but... he lied to her about who he was too.

You know, hon, you should be a little more understanding.

You know, what I understand is that a life of lies catches up to you, and it did for Neal.

Hey, find anything?

Oh, a dusty earring behind your dresser, predating Rebecca, but no bugs. Cubic zirconia-- could explain the lack of follow-up. As Oscar Wilde said, "A woman's face is her work of fiction."

Well, everything about her was fiction, Moz.

If it's any consolation, I didn't see it coming, and I vetted her.

consolation ˆŔ‚ç‚Ź

That worked out well.

She had us all fooled, and that's not easy to do.

The truth is... I was excited about someone for the first time in a while.

I know you cared about her.

I cared about the person she pretended to be.

If only it were that easy.

It has to be. We're having lunch tomorrow while the FBI raids her apartment.

If Rebecca killed Hagen, there's a chance--

That she has the blackmail video, yeah.

Rebecca. This is unexpected.

I couldn't wait until lunch. Hope you don't mind.

Why would I?

What's the surprise?

For my hero. Nothing says "Thanks for saving my life" like vanilla bomb. You okay?

No, I'm not. I shouldn't have left you alone yesterday, after everything you went through.

It's okay. Really, I... I needed some time alone.

Well, I should have been there. But no time like the present to make up for it.

What are you doing?

Calling the FBI... to let 'em know I'll be late.

Morning. Hang on, hang on, hang on. Oh. Neal, talk to me.

Morning, Peter.

What's wrong?

Listen... I'm gonna be a little late. Rebecca's not feeling well. I'm gonna make her some chicken soup.

She's there now?

Okay, you caught me. I ordered it from 2nd Avenue deli.

Are you okay?

Oh, Peter says hi. Feel better.

Uh, tell him I say hi.

Rebecca says hi.

We'll head to her place now.

I see I've come down with something.

It'll buy us a little time together.

You are an awfully good liar, Mr. Caffrey. Should I be worried?

Oh. No more lies. I promise.

With that in mind, there's something you should know.

What's that?

Curtis Hagen, the man who kidnapped you-- he's dead.

What happened?

He was shot by a sniper, killed instantly.

Oh. That's horrible.

He did kidnap you.

Still, no one deserves that. Any idea who shot him?

I was hoping you could tell me. Did you see who was holding you? They might have been involved.

No. He only spoke once or twice, his voice was muffled, he wore a mask. I'm sorry. What?

muffle •˘‚¤

Just admiring you. It's impressive how well you've handled everything.

Peter, do you want us to scan all the rare-book research? I mean, she's got drawers of it.

Yeah, photocopy and replace everything.

She has an entire folder on Neal's childhood. I mean, we don't even have that kind of intel on him.

Make an extra copy.

Yeah.

I know you had to destroy the codex, but yesterday you said there was still a way. What did you mean by that?

I shouldn't have said anything. I... I can't involve you in it anymore.

Neal, this all leads to the twin of the hope diamond. We can't stop now. We're so close to finding it.

You were kidnapped because of the codex. I can't let that happen again.

This can't be halfway. We can't be halfway. If I'm gonna be in your life, it has to include this part of it.

Well, then maybe it's time I step away from that part of my life. What?

Come on, you don't actually think you could do that.

If it came to that... to us... yeah, I could.

I got to say--it's kind of weird seeing my life summed up in a file. And, damn, she is thorough.

Anything you want to admit to before it goes into evidence?

There's nothing illegal about having three different profiles on okCupid, all right?

This has gone too far.

What'd you find?

I've got to get my wife out of the city.

I have to go.

What's wrong?

I forgot a doctor's appointment. I'm sorry.

Wait. We need to finish talking about this.

Oh, we will. Um, dinner? Tomorrow?

Rebecca--

Yeah?

I think I'm falling in love with you.

Neal, I-I-I don't know what to say.

You don't--you don't have to say anything. I just-- I needed you to know.

Dinner... Tomorrow.

Yeah, I'll see you then.

Bye.

You sure you don't want to stay?

I can't.

That one goes on the top file.

How much time do we have?

Not much. She's on her way there now. I stalled her as long as I could.

Someone tripped the sensor. Meet me back at the office.

Almost done--ten more minutes.

Make it five. Be right back.

Where you going?

I saw a Chinese place down the street. Gonna check out their menu.

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