A is for arrogant.

Sharon was ready to give up. This guy did not stop talking, about himself. What the hell did this have to do with her case?

4 hours earlier

A dead body was reported by a group of joggers out for their morning run. When the police responded, they found a woman, deceased, in a pit. They thought she might have gotten drunk and fallen in the pit, until the medical examiner came and noted the small caliber bullet to the back of her head. There were no signs of a struggle, so she either didn't know she was being followed or she turned her back on someone she knew and trusted. Provenza worked to keep the gawking public back as passersby appeared in the popular park. Captain Raydor appeared and took over. Dr. Morales got to work. Sykes and Sanchez went to canvas the area for witnesses, surveillance tapes, anything to give them an idea of who was around for this woman's demise. Flynn was chatting up some of the park rangers, who he knew from their days on the beat. After a stern look from the Captain, he got to working.

The victim was identified as Molly Quinn Anderson, age 34, an interior designer working for Los Angeles's rich and elite. Her family was back in Indiana, where she grew up. They had just heard from their daughter last week and thought all was well with her. They didn't hear from Molly too much. She left her small-town upbringing behind and never looked back, but her parents had high hopes that their little girl had made it. Now, they had a funeral to plan.

After talking to her neighbors, Major Crimes deduced that Molly had been dating one Alistair Callahan, a wealthy playboy, son of media mogul, Randall Callahan. It took a while to get ahold of him. His secretary kept them on hold for 10 minutes, just to tell them he was busy. He was actually playing angry birds on his iPad. It was only when Provenza mentioned a murder that his secretary put him on the line. They informed him of Molly's demise and asked him to come in to the station for some questions about his girlfriend.

He arrived driving a flashy sports car and wearing a suit that cost more than most people's monthly rent. Everything from his haircut to his perfect teeth to his sunglasses screamed expensive. He found his way to Major Crimes. He introduced himself and was lead to interview room 1.

"Mr. Callahan, we're very sorry for your loss. We just have a few que-"

Phone rings

"Sorry, do you mind?" Before Sharon could answer, he took the phone. "Hey Chloe. You ordered it. Great. I'm at LAPD, with Major Crimes. You're the best."

"Sorry, about that." He had an apologetic smile on his face. He almost looked sincere.

Sharon took a breath, one of her techniques for keeping her cool. "We just have few questions about your girlfriend."

"What about her?"

"When was the last time you saw her and under what circumstances?"

"Well, she came over the other day, uh Friday, and I thought it would just be our usual."

"You're usual."

"Fancy restaurant, lots of wine, back to my place for well, you know." Flynn smirked at that. "Then, I call her a cab, and she's safe and sound in her own bed, but on Friday, she was kooky."

"Kooky?"

"She was rambling and stuff; I don't know about what, but she seemed panicky one second, angry the next. I thought she was high or something."

"Did she use drugs often?"

"Not that I knew of, but you never really know, do ya? Anyway, when I saw this wasn't going to be a good night I called her friend to come get her."

"Her friend."

"Tracy Weston as in 'The Weston'. Anyway, someone needed to watch her, and I didn't have time for that, so I called Tracy, and Tracy took her home."

"Did you talk to Molly after that?"

"She apologized the next day on the phone, said something about stress from work getting to her and she took one too many muscle relaxants or something."

"Do you know what about work was causing so much stress?"

"Not really. I'm gonna be honest here. My relationship with Molly was not exactly An Affair to Remember. I would take her out to nice dinners. We would have sex. I really had no reason to delve into her personal life more than necessary. I actually avoid that with women. It keeps things, well cleaner."

Before Sharon could ask her next question, there was a knock on the door.

"Delivery"

"What?" Flynn was confused.

"That's for me." Alistair got up and tipped the delivery driver who brought him his lunch. "I hope you don't mind. I was rather busy and didn't have time to eat, so I had my secretary send my lunch here."

"You what?" This was a new one for the Captain.

He took out a paper plate and began to load it with twice cooked pork, rice, and beef ribs. "Want a bite?"

"I'm good." Sharon was hardly about to eat lunch with a person of interest in her murder room.

Alistair managed to eat and talk about himself, quite the multi-tasker. He didn't offer much about Molly at all. His retelling of their relationship was mostly about him and how impressed she was with him, how the ladies were always impressed with his car, his boat, his opera box, etc and how he had impressed a lot of ladies. What an egomaniac! Sharon thought as she put up with his babbling. Well, at least they could try and see what this friend Tracy had to say.

When the interview was over, Mr. Callahan stood up, looked Sharon up and down and said it was a pleasure to meet you. "If you need me, you know where to find me," he said with a suggestive voice.

Sharon was mortified. Flynn was trying not to crack up. "I gotta hand it to him," Flynn said as they headed back to the murder room. "He just goes for it." Flynn couldn't believe this guy was brazen enough to hit on the cop investigating his girlfriend's murder, talk about true player.

Sharon gave him a look. "Not another word."

After that glorious interview, the team went to track down Tracy and see if they could figure out what had Molly in such a panic. If her murder was work related, they wanted to figure out what was going on before they interviewed her boss and coworkers.

As it turned out, Tracy was actually helpful. She said that Molly had a new client that was causing her a lot of stress. He had wanted her to redesign his home, and he told her to rush it, so she spent all day and sometimes all night making plans as to his instructions and when it was time to get his final approval, he snapped, saying he hated it all. It wasn't what he wanted. Why was she trying to rush him? The final straw was when he told her to start from scratch. She had tiles picked out, people ready to install lights, etc. This would not help her relationships with others in the industry and could affect her work with future clients. "She was really upset," Tracy noted. "It took me 20 minutes to calm her down enough for her to explain to me, what was going on."

"Did she ever tell you the client's name?"

"No. She was really professional that way. You don't stay in the industry long badmouthing the paycheck."

Well, unfortunately for Molly, she didn't stay long in the industry at all. "Thank you for your time, Tracy."

"Find out who did this," was her only reply as she headed out the door. Molly had been a good friend to her. Tracy wanted the bastard who did this to get his.