Back at the trailer, Speedle delivers the news that the cadaver dogs are coming up empty. He finds notebooks and papers, and asks what it all is; Horatio answers tendentiously, "These are the ramblings of a drugged-out tweaker." They look like my class notes from philosophy; I could always tell my humanities class notes from my biology/chemistry/physics class notes, because the former were always in words, while the latter were frequently composed of nothing but formulae and sketches of viral replication or the molecular structure of assorted hydrocarbons. Speedle flips through, skimming pages, until he notes, "This one's all about a tin man." What I can make out reads: "Tin Man's playing both sides. Can't tell if he's down or fronting. [Something] of doing a job with [something] might [something] except [something] SOOOOO [SOMETHING]." Horatio starts: "Did you say Tin Man?" Speedle elaborates, "It's tweaker-speak for meth-heads. Friends of Tina, smoking off tin." Speedle says of the notebook, "This is great intel. I'll get it to Narco." Horatio asks Speedle to make him a copy before doing so. Oh-ho-ho. We have our Tin Man -- Raymond.