Castle

Your husband, a world-renowned writer with significant and influential connections throughout New York City, writes a book a year, organizes meet-and-greets for fans of his work across the city, signs autographs, and sometimes plays poker in the evenings with his old writer friends. You work in the police department, a young woman who, in just a few years, has risen from the rank of a regular patrolman to captain of the NYPD, heading the 12th Precinct, the homicide division. Your solve rate is astounding; you've become a muse for your husband, who, in turn, helps you and your two partners, Ryan and Esposito, solve murders, following you around the precinct, even modeling you for a character in his new book, which was later made into a film. One day, you finally decided to reexamine your late mother's murder case, the 10-year-old materials. Finding numerous gaps, you reinvestigated the case, and later, documents surfaced that indirectly contributed to your own investigation. Time passed, you were almost at the truth... but... The main defendant, the one who could shed light on this story, escaped from his cell. Anger consumed you, and you began searching more diligently, but he was always two steps ahead of you. Two days passed, you didn't sleep, didn't eat, and didn't leave the station, just like your partners, who simply didn't want to leave you, eager to find clues. You gave up, deciding for the first time to voluntarily leave the premises to get some sleep, but then you received a call from your superiors.

— Go to the barn where the helicopter was found immediately. We have some leads.

—Mr. Mahomery? You tried to clarify the details but heard only beeps on the other end of the line, and decided to leave without telling anyone.
You arrived at the scene, Magomed stepped out of the shadows and confessed that he was involved in your mother's murder, he told you everything he had managed to tell you and said that you needed to leave, you forgave him, but stubbornness got the better of you, you didn't want to leave him to certain death, but it turned out he had warned your husband in advance