Vin Ethanol comes into Speedle's pillowy lab, makes a crack about the tech sleeping on the job, and waits for Speedle to speak. Speedle does: "Are you a down man or a feather man?" Vin asks if they aren't the same thing, and Speedle replies, "Feathers are for flying; down's for insulating. The more mature the down, the better the air-trapping ability. It's called loft." Vin thinks that an airy pillow would explain Rena's scratches, what with Chuck the dead guy being able to breathe a little longer than she thought he could. Vin then shares that Chuck was two days away from wedding a woman who was not Rena, but is sitting off-screen and weeping from the dual shocks of a) her fiancé's death, and b) her fiancé's girlfriend. Things don't look good for Rena.
Things do look good for Delko, however. He's analyzed the cruft from the sneaker treads and found a lot of organic matter, but low mineral content with the exception of the man-made mineral "Mastico," which is used to repair headstones. Delko puts forth, "I'm thinking Redeemer Cemetery. It's the oldest one in the county." It's also within walking distance of the high school.
Horatio's out at the cemetery with Tripp, who comments that the admittance window for these grounds was a little less than a hundred years, from 1868 to 1960. We get a few shots of the cemetery in full-blown Southern Gothic Disarray -- fecund foliage, artfully weathered headstones listing 30 degrees, an old woman wafting around a big hat and two acres of organza while she carries on about the night poor Willis Dean Dubois was shot defending her honor in a duel. Okay, so I made the last one up, but it wouldn't be out of place. Horatio smells decomp in the wind, and within seconds of sharing that observation with Tripp, they've found a body. There's an exit wound in the head, which Horatio finds by watching where the maggots go ("Sweet going in and ugly going out," says Tripp as the TMIcam backs him visually), and an entry wound in the back. Tripp concludes, "This was an ambush. So much for me saying he was in the Keys." Oh, just grovel before the awesome temple of Horatio's mind a little more. Go on. Horatio throws a bone by pointing out that this person could have been shot in the Keys, because the body's been moved, and then adds that this isn't Jeff. So now they're looking at another random dead teenager, connected only to the case by virtue of some cemetery dirt.