Frank and John pull up to the brother's ranch just as a SWAT team is declaring the house clear, and the leader says that there's no sign of the brother anywhere. Frank spots the barn. Cut to the SWAT team plus Frank and John entering the barn. They find a corpse hanging by the feet from the ceiling, with a small puddle of blood underneath. I think I had a nightmare after watching that scene, although it was very artfully done. Maybe because it was very artfully done.
John studies the corpse, which is now lying on a gurney. He points out some evidence that a professional embalmed the body. Frank's boss shows up and calls John "McGruff, the crime-fighting dog." She pulls Frank aside and asks why a civilian is tramping all over the crime scene and handling the corpse without gloves. Before Frank can offer up an excuse, she asks if he thinks the situation "would fly upstairs for one minute." She tells John that his services are no longer needed. John tells her that the guy was alive while he was being embalmed, and explains the evidence that points to that. The boss tosses John into the back of a cop car and tells the driver to get John out of there. John leans out the window and reminds Frank of their deal, like, couldn't he use a little more discretion in front of the boss?
John hangs some signs around town that say, "I'm missing," and include a mug shot. See, but I thought his past was supposed to be a secret, since he hasn't bothered to explain it to Digger or Frank. And yet he's hanging signs all over Seattle-couver. John notices some wedding rings in a jewelry store window, and flashes back to the woman who may or may not be his wife. If she were his wife, don't you think she'd be looking for him a little harder? Especially after she spotted him on the pier. If I were him, I'd go back there hoping that she would be searching for him. Anyway. John walks into the jewelry store and says that he's wondering about his wedding ring. The saleslady thinks that he's a "future groom" hoping that his ring isn't too tight. She asks his ring size. John isn't sure, but he does know that fingernails grow faster than toenails. Okay, at that point, if I were the saleslady, I would call the cops, because what a bizarre thing to say. She hands John a band, and he tries it on. She tells him that he has "husband" written all over him. John starts saying, "Husband, husband, husband." Okay, now I would definitely call the cops. What a loony-tune. The saleslady says that the band is on sale, but John says that the word "husband" doesn't ring a bell, and he wants more time to think about it. He tries to get the band off, but it won't move. You'd think someone with all of the knowledge in the world would know that he should relax his hand, instead of doing what most people do, which is to stick their finger straight out and pull on it. Even I know that. The saleslady thinks the ring is trying to tell him something, and leaves to get some lotion. John struggles with the ring some more, and then pulls some cash out of his wallet and drops it on the counter; then he leaves. How did he know how much it cost?