"So this woman... was definitely threatening to kill Jarod?"

Liv nodded.

"And her name was?"

The zombie squinted, trying to remember if there was a name tag on her shirt or something. [You could say she was using her braiiiiiiiinnnnzzzz... I'll let myself out.]

"She... had a briefcase? Umm... it said Jade Hope."

"Jade Hope?"

"Uh-huh. But her last name was sorta rubbed out."

Clive nodded as he searched the name in the police database and birth certificate archive.

"Yeah?" he said listlessly, not really paying attention.

"Yeah. If she killed Jarod, her case is..." Liv pulled a pair of dark sunglasses out her pocket and slotted them onto her face. "Hopeless."

"I'm gonna hit you," Clive sighed, defeated, as he planted his face in his palm.

"Hit me? But I didn't even say the-" Men In Black glasses on- "punchline."

"Can we just solve my case?"

"Jade Hope! Seattle PD, open up!"

The beautiful lady Liv had seen in her vision came to the door.

"May I help you, officer?" Her voice was what I imagine green would be like if it were a sound. Jade was a fitting name.

"We'd like you to tell us everything you can about Jarod Cheng."

"Cheng? That old weasel? Sure, what do you need to know?"

"How you met?" suggested Liv, as she was shown into the living room. [A room she no longer needed in her house.*]

Jade breathed deeply and sat down on a velvet couch that matched the vibe and aesthetic of the room perfectly.

"The first time we met..." she started, speaking fondly, like she was under the influence of intense nostalgia. "We were in our early twenties. I was fresh out of university." She giggled. "We had a really long conversation about polar bears."

Liv whipped out her sunglasses. "What an icebreaker."

Both Clive and Jade gave her the same reproachful look.

"Do know anyone who would've wanted to hurt him, Miss Hope?"

She snorted. "Only everybody. His puns didn't go down well."

"Guessing he got punched a lot, then?"

Jade gave her a look of incredibility, like she couldn't believe Liv actually said that. "He would've loved you." [More like Liv-ed, amirite?]

"Uh-huh. Did you ever have any disagreements with him?"

"Oh, all the time."

"The most recent one?"

Miss Hope glared at them darkly.

"Someone stole my engagement ring. I turned to him. He told me it was my husband, Lincoln. I can't have been, though- why would he steal a ring he bought?"

"That makes a lot of sense..."

"Hmmm... This sort of thing being stolen? That has a familiar ring to it, doesn't it, Clive?"

"What are you talking about?"

"You know, ages ago, you had that fellow cop who had his wedding ring stolen?"

Clive nodded in agreement. "Yeah, I remember."

"Those precious memories, am I right?"

"Don't."

Jade questioned them with her eyes.

"Oh, please, continue," nudged Liv.

"I told him... I told him I'd electrocute him if he kept feeding me that lie."

"Watt? That hertz!"

"Liv? Was that your name?"

The zombie nodded.

"Please stop talking."

Then Liv zoned out.

She saw Jade, and another woman. Both were extremely beautiful. Jade was in a gorgeous, and revealing, purple lace two-piece lingerie outfit. The other girl was fully clothed, in a suave red dress. Both were yelling intensely at Jarod.

"Who is she?!"

"You never told me you had a girlfriend?!"

"GIRLFRIEND?! I'm his FIANCEE!"

"Ladies, could we please-"

"SHUT UP!"

"Are you okay?" asked Jade, staring at Liv's shell-shocked state.

"What? Oh, yeah, I'm peachy."

"Thank you very much, Miss Hope. We might be back if we have any further questions, but that's enough for now," ended Babineaux, pulling Liv out the door with him.

"What did you see?" he inquired after he had Liv safely back in the squad car.

"He was having an affair with Jade!"

"Jade looked pretty angry..." Liv explained, as she spoke to Ravi and Clive. "And jealous. I think she really fell for Cheng!"

"Don't you dare make any kind of pun about that."

Clive cleared his throat to get Liv's attention.

"Any idea of who she is?"

She shook her head no. Not a clue in the world.

"I do know how to work it out, though."

"So do I. I'm a police officer. It's what I do. I get paid to work out people's names." He thought about that for a second. "Sort of."

"I hope he has a Facebook account that we can cheng.**"

"Both of those were really awful."

Clive leaned over to his desktop and looked for a Facebook account, while Liv brainstormed ideas of places to look. And puns. Mainly just puns.

"Check out this bio," the detective groaned.

Ravi read aloud, "'Private Detective and Pun Master, the Cheng is at your service! You could say I'm a very punny guy!' I already want him dead. That's the oldest pun in the book! Think your bio is any better, Clive?"

The cop shook his head. "Not really one for this sort of thing. I don't understand Twitter and stuff. Why am I tweeting? Am I a bird?"

Ravi shrugged. "Fair point."

"You should get it! You know, get out the comfort of your-" here comes the pun- "nest. You must be cuckoo to not have twitter."

"Yeah, it's really hawkward that you don't. It actually ruffles my feathers quite a lot."

"All the puns?" Clive grumbled. "Well, toucan play at that game."

"See! Puns are fun! We're having a hoot!"

"Perhaps, but I feel that was too many in a crow," pointed out Ravi. "We have actually got work to do."

"You, wanting to do work?" Liv ogled him proudly. "You've really flown the nest."

"Just shut up."

"Caw-mon!"

Commence the disapproving glares.

"Do I need to crow up?"

"You need to shut up."

"Yeah, that works too."

They were back at the pungeon of torture and really bad detective work.

Liv rifled through the file of clients and looked for pictures, anyone at all who might be in any way related to the mystery fiancée.

Bingo. Vision.

Liv saw the ghostly pale hands of Jarod Cheng pick out one of the files in the cabinet.

"This is the one?"

A man's voice, unseen but heard, rang through the room.

"Absolutely. Become acquainted with her. She cannot know about us."

Jarod's - Liv's - eyes darted to a tattoo on the inside of his wrist, of an angel ascending. But the angel looked... pained. A paingel, if you will.

"She will never have any idea. Give me... a week."

And that's where the vision ended.

The woman in the file Liv saw was the mystery fiancée - and Liv had a very strong feeling where she was.

Which just happened to be six feet under.

*Whoever decided to name her Liv was a genius. I have actually only just noticed.

**It's such an awful pun I feel like I have to explain it. Cheng = check. I know it's terrible, and forced, but I went for a whole paragraph and a bit without any, and that's 1000% not allowed in a story that is basically just The Book of Bad PunsTM.