Horatio doesn't really let it go so much as he decides to attack it from a different angle. The next day, he hooks up with Speedle, who tells him, "I got in early this morning and, uh, check out [Wilmont's] real estate holdings. Wilmont and his partner own a dozen homes in those neighborhoods." Those neighborhoods are, according to Horatio, "dangerous neighborhoods, landlocked, near freeways, under the radar." Speedle also says he talked to a guy from DEA, "[who] says a clan lab can make five hundred grand in cash." You'd think I'd be used to hearing "clan lab" by this point, but you'd be wrong; every time, I keep expecting it to be staffed by David Duke and conducting experiments proving that mixing chemicals is unacceptable. Anyway, Horatio thinks Wilmont's pulling down about six million by this point, compliments Speedle on his work, and then barks, "Adell! Adell, Horatio. Road trip!" into his cell.
Tragically, this road trip lacks the comedic antics of Seann William Scott and Tom Green. It's Horatio, Sevilla, and Speedle finding Gregory Kimble hauling chemicals into another one of Wilmont's houses. As Speedle checks the van for chemicals, Horatio muses, "So we've got a new location." In the van, Speedle's found extremely large containers of lye, ammonia, and methanol. Horatio concludes that Gregory's masters must have given him a new formula; he adds, "I guess one death in the neighborhood is enough." Sevilla reassures Speedle, "If you hang tight, I'll get you a warrant for that stuff." Gregory says, "Ahhhhh...it's not against the law to have those chemicals." He really is a moron. Sevilla snaps the phone shut and says, "No, it's not. Really brilliant operation Dr. Wilmont has going on here. He provides the house, the chemicals and the recipe, he pays off a couple of cooks like you with luxe cars. That's peanuts to the guys who sling these pills -- pills so unusual there's not a law against it, but at the end of the day, he and his partners split about six million bucks." Gregory corrects her with, "It's not six million." Horatio promptly and properly jumps on his with, "This is where you say, 'I don't know any Dr. Wilmont.'" Just then Sevilla's phone rings; it's Plot Contrivance, and he's getting impatient. Sevilla waves him on by telling everyone that the ME's just picked up a nineteen-year-old kid who's overdosed on E. Horatio comments, "Nineteen years old. Nice going." Gregory looks stunned to discover that teenagers take drugs.