Only after leaving the boat does Horatio think to suggest to Nameless Cop that they get a warrant. "On what grounds?" Nameless Cop wonders. "On the grounds that this is a murder investigation," says Horatio, probably forgetting that the man he's patronizing is, in fact, in the paid employ of the Miami-Dade police and therefore not entirely unfamiliar with the concept of criminal investigations. "It's a hit-and-run," Nameless Cops says in exasperation. Horatio argues that if they can connect Amy Breck's death with the murder of Victor Ratsch, they have a shot at probable cause. "The probable cause is she's a stripper, she's a junkie, and she's a whore," Nameless Cop says. "She's also a human being," Horatio fires back, and it's not like he doesn't have a good point, but I don't remember this outpouring of sympathy when the victim had bad teeth and wore Kmart socks. There's no outrage like selective outrage, I suppose. Nameless Cop is having none of Horatio's blather -- "She's also a corpse, and by God, don't you ever step on my investigation again," he snarls as he storms off. Horatio is left standing on the dock, reminding himself that not everyone is strong enough to handle his staggering intellect and limitless compassion.