Episode 16: The Frame

They come in waves—uniforms, a crooked-tie detective, and suits who never say their names—just as the morgue lights hold their breath. Jack Colder offers his wrists and one dry question: Which story are we doing tonight? Then the room tilts. Sabine's whisper brands his cheek—"e;You were perfect"e;—and Hector Delgado walks in alive, bandaged, steady, and blunt: the badge was bait, the note was bait...