And now, the Fourth Estate checks in via voice-over to indicate that all is not well in Miami today. One woman announcer starts, "A veritable shootout in downtown Miami this morning..." "Veritable"? Try actual. The second voice, this one male, continues, "Old drug evidence was moved in a top-secret transport..." A third voice, female, adds, "Two officers killed..." and Voice #4, male, finishes, "An internal investigation is underway to determine how the information leaked." The screen shifts from the sunny Miami skyline to a rainy outside shot where Enrique Rayas is assailing Detective Baldy, "You're the investigator in the dispo case that resulted in two tragic deaths. You mind if I ask a few questions for our viewers?" As a matter of fact, Baldy does. When he goes inside, he tells Horatio, "Saw your friend out front. Guy thinks he's Tom Brokaw." It could be worse -- he could think he was Geraldo Rivera. Horatio cracks, "If he's Tom Brokaw, I'm Elliott Ness. So, did you talk to the owner of the incinerator?" Baldy did, and the man is genuinely mourning. Not for the loss of human life, mind you, but for the loss of his potential income. Baldy also talked to the dry cleaner; the uniforms were stolen during what was thought to be vandalism at the time, which was ten days ago. Horatio digests this information and concludes, "That's the same time we decided to dispo the dope." Baldy says with false enthusiasm, "Ooh, the media will be all over that!" Horatio philosophically says, "Even sharks gotta eat." Or maybe a free press has a mandate to hold publicly funded public service institutions accountable to the society they're allegedly sworn to protect and serve. Maybe.