Detective Thorne’s evidence board now pulsed with grim connections. The AB+ blood trace and coarse black dog hair became his compass. Rivera hit veterinary clinics while Thorne scoured criminal databases for violent offenders with dogs. The boot print’s tread matched discontinued work boots issued to city maintenance crews five years prior—a dead end.

Then, Rivera burst in clutching a file. "Got a hit! Paws & Claws Animal Shelter reported a German Shepherd mix named ‘Grim’ adopted three months ago. Coarse black fur, same as our sample. Adopter listed as ‘Robert Vance’—fake ID." She slapped down security stills: a hooded man with a limp, leading a tense, powerful dog toward a rusted van. "Look at his right leg, boss. Walking stiffly."

Thorne’s mind raced back to Bandit’s teeth sinking into flesh. "The kicker favored his left side..." The vet’s words echoed. Grim wasn’t just a pet—he was a tool. Trained to intimidate, maybe even attack. Vance used him to silence homeowners’ dogs.

That night, Thorne drove past Vance’s last known address—a derelict auto shop on the industrial outskirts. Through grimy windows, he spotted movement: a shadow limping beside a large, dark shape. As Thorne radioed for backup, a van screeched away, taillights vanishing into fog. Inside the abandoned shop, Rivera found chilling proof: dog training pads, a shock collar... and photos.

Not jewelry or cash. Family photos. Stolen from every victim.

Close-ups of children’s birthday parties, couples embracing, dogs sleeping on couches—all meticulously pinned to a moldy wall. A twisted trophy case of shattered lives. At the center, a fresh Polaroid: the Hendersons’ living room, Bandit’s broken piggy bank in frame.

Thorne’s blood turned to ice. This wasn’t just theft. It was a vendetta.

(End of Episode 3)

Who is Robert Vance? Why is he hunting families? And what does he want with their memories? The answer will shake the city—find out Sunday.

Detective Thorne’s evidence board now pulsed with grim connections. The AB+ blood trace and coarse black dog hair became his compass. Rivera hit veterinary clinics while Thorne scoured criminal databases for violent offenders with dogs. The boot print’s tread matched discontinued work boots issued to city maintenance crews five years prior—a dead end.

Then, Rivera burst in clutching a file. "Got a hit! Paws & Claws Animal Shelter reported a German Shepherd mix named ‘Grim’ adopted three months ago. Coarse black fur, same as our sample. Adopter listed as ‘Robert Vance’—fake ID." She slapped down security stills: a hooded man with a limp, leading a tense, powerful dog toward a rusted van. "Look at his right leg, boss. Walking stiffly."

Thorne’s mind raced back to Bandit’s teeth sinking into flesh. "The kicker favored his left side..." The vet’s words echoed. Grim wasn’t just a pet—he was a tool. Trained to intimidate, maybe even attack. Vance used him to silence homeowners’ dogs.

That night, Thorne drove past Vance’s last known address—a derelict auto shop on the industrial outskirts. Through grimy windows, he spotted movement: a shadow limping beside a large, dark shape. As Thorne radioed for backup, a van screeched away, taillights vanishing into fog. Inside the abandoned shop, Rivera found chilling proof: dog training pads, a shock collar... and photos.

Not jewelry or cash. Family photos. Stolen from every victim.

Close-ups of children’s birthday parties, couples embracing, dogs sleeping on couches—all meticulously pinned to a moldy wall. A twisted trophy case of shattered lives. At the center, a fresh Polaroid: the Hendersons’ living room, Bandit’s broken piggy bank in frame.

Thorne’s blood turned to ice. This wasn’t just theft. It was a vendetta.

(End of Episode 3)

Who is Robert Vance? Why is he hunting families? And what does he want with their memories? The answer will shake the city—find out Sunday.