Oh, look, The Who agree. That's why they're screaming, "Yeah!" isn't it?

Once we get back from the commercial, Sevilla is again filling Horatio in on the unreliability of witnesses, clearly forgetting that the man has a built-in ClueScope and the divine powers that come with deciding who's guilty and who's innocent. He elects to humor us all, however, by reading us the clues: "Lost shoes indicate people running for their lives." Speedle -- in another Warrickian parallel -- is on shoe duty, photographing them as if he's hoping his work can double as a freelance assignment for Harper's Bazaar. Sevilla fills us in on the victims' backgrounds, but since none of it will be especially relevant later, I'm not going to bother. Suffice it to say that the only thing these three have in common is the unfortunate manner of their demise. Horatio sends Sevilla off to get all the surveillance videos from the surrounding buildings and businesses, then asks Alexx how many bullets his underlings will looking for, only he phrases it, "How many bullets am I looking for?" Alexx -- who's looking really great in a tank top, although I do wonder if all female coroners dress as nattily as she and her ill-tempered counterpart on NBC -- tells Horatio, "Guy in the suit, the bullet lodged in his head. That man over there, same thing." She then crouches down next to the Starbucks Maiden and croons, "Let's see what happened to your bullet, sweetheart. Messed up your pretty weave, that's for sure. Yeah, it went right through you." I should note that Alexx is determining this by moving her fingers around in the wound area. Horatio tells Calleigh to find the third bullet, then summons Speedle, who finishes photographing Photo Guy and wanders over, chuffing in irritation. He testily says, "Don't these people have anything better to do?" Horatio's all, "Okay, all right, remember where you are...let's get everything back to the lab. We need to start the victimology, and figure out why these three people got shot, okay?" I suppose the wrong-place-wrong-time hypothesis is going to languish for the better part of the episode. I also love how Horatio's all we-we-we as though he's going to be laboring in the vineyards beside everyone, when we really know he's going to be wandering about and brooding instead. Calleigh has Horatio wander on over to where she is, as she tells him, "I've got a divot. Victim dropped in her tracks, bullet went through her head, hit here, based on a teardrop shape, tail indicates that it traveled in this direction ..." Calleigh walks over to a wall. Lo and behold, that bullet happens to be resting against it. She holds it up for Horatio, telling him, "Looks like a .223." Horatio can take that information and run with it. He says, "Two-two-three...okay. Let's get the trajectory. You and I will work the bullets. Alexx, you and I are on bodies." That Horatio, inserting himself in all the cool action. Either that or he's cloned himself. Oh, God, please, not that. Anyway, Horatio's attention is distracted by a few birds of prey circling near a tall building. He can hear their calls perfectly, and so he turns. Ladies and gentlemen, I think we have our trajectory.