Magnum - P.i.

“I’m a detective, Boyd. I detect things. Also, your girlfriend works at the bank. She uses her work email for restaurant reservations. Lobster Thermidor. Three times this month. You’re not subtle.”

I wouldn’t have it any other way.

I don’t do missing persons. I do missing reasons. Boyd wasn’t lost. He was hiding. And hiding people leave a smell: stale alibis, fresh lies, and just enough cologne to make you think they still care. Magnum P.I.