Firetrucks and ambulances tidy up the scene. Kate tells Angel, "It all seems to add up." Well, if you say so. "The bartender was connected to every one. I must have talked to him a dozen times; I never had a clue." Angel stares at her blankly. Oh all right, for as much as I pick on him, he is cute. Okay? Now leave me alone. ["Tsk." -- Wing Chun] Kate tells Angel that she searched his place: "Illegally, no warrant." "Why are you telling me?" Angel quite reasonably asks. "I don't know," Kate says. "I guess so we can start fresh. No secrets." Angel's eyes flash with guilt. Kate continues, "That's some pretty weird stuff for a veterinarian." Angel, this would be a good time to at least say you were lying about that, even if she knows you were, just to make some gesture of honesty. But instead he offers her one of his business cards: "If I can help you in any way..." She looks at the card and asks if the picture is of a lobster. Look, yes, it's stylized, but if you know his name is Angel, you ought to be able to put those pieces together. Particularly if you're, say, a detective. Ho-hum. Anyway, Angel takes the card back and says he'll be around. Someone calls for Detective Lockley, and she turns, and when she turns back, Angel has done his patented vanishing act.

Back at the office, Angel tells Cordy and Doyle that he knows they've been working hard, and that the three of them "could...well, should, y'know...maybe, uh...go out. You know...for fun?" "Or we could go home," Cordy offers, getting up and heading out the door. "And you could sit in the dark, alone," concludes Doyle as he follows Cordy out. Angel breathes, "God, yes, thank you," and as an introverted type myself, I kind of sympathize. Angel sits at the desk, turns out the light, and prepares for a fulfilling night of brooding.