And now we get back to the conifer. Horatio's telling us it's Japanese black pine. Unsurprisingly, it's not native to America. However, it is commonly used to grow bonsai trees. Calleigh comments, "Our sniper has a hobby." Oh, please. It's not as if all snipers are moody loners who -- oh. Horatio's all, "Yessss. And patience. It takes twenty to thirty years to grow a bonsai tree. I also found urine." Wow, that's a non sequitur. Calleigh says, "Probably up there all night while waiting to take his shots." I'm totally behind the forum poster who pointed out that Miami is in Florida, and Florida is bound to have Depends in stock. Or maybe the guys at StadiumPal can branch out into a niche market for snipers and stalkers. Before Horatio and Calleigh can contemplate the urinating sociopath further, Speedle comes in, curtly announces, "It happened again," and turns on the giant-screen television to the nightly exposition broadcast: "What we do know is that the sniper has once again struck in downtown Miami."
Cut to the scene of the crime; Horatio and Calleigh have dragged Speedle along. After Horatio muses, "Second day, second shooting," Speedle points out that there's nothing indicating that the shootings are necessarily related. The three of them debate the merits of the copycat-vs.-original argument for a while, and then Sevilla comes by to give us the 411 on the victim. Fortunately for Horatio, the guy had kids, so he can work up the requisite level of rage to sustain him on his lonely quest for vengeance. Sevilla says, "He just bought a hot dog and fell over dead." An opportunistic class-action lawyer comes over and begins making noises about going after fast food chains. Oh, he does not. Anyway, Sevilla says that the director's ready to call in the Feds. Horatio declines to dignify that with a response, saying, "Two days, two shootings, four dead. This guy's on a spree." Sevilla less concerned about semantics and more concerned about apprehension: "Can we place him on a building?" Calleigh replies, "Not with just one bullet, but I can approximate distance." Sevilla's not happy about this: "So the only evidence we have are bullets we can't use, and strips of a homemade ghillie suit." Horatio tries to make her feel better by pointing out the bonsai and the sand, and adds, "The further the evidence takes us from the crime scene, the greater the chance he'll let down his guard. And that's when we'll get him." Or in twenty-seven minutes, whichever comes first.