Meanwhile, Horatio's walking the lonely garden path over to the Escalantes', Sevilla yapping at his heels about how they've already been over the Escalante place and Horatio isn't going to find anything. Oh, Sevilla, ye of little faith. After Sevilla finishes claiming, "There's nothing buried in this yard," they stop in front of the massive brick barbecue station, and Horatio asks, "Did you check the barbecue? Seven across, three down." He pulls out a loose brick, and sure enough, there's a metal lockbox containing Golden Talon bullets like the ones they took out of Abby Sandoval and Benita Cruz.

Now it's time to re-arrest Lorenzo, which Horatio does right after critiquing his golf technique. He's going to do that one of these days and someone's going to beat him half to death with a five iron before anyone can be arsed to intervene. Lorenzo is not that bright; when he sees the detectives, his first response is to look around the country club and say, "We'll have to talk to the membership committee -- they're letting anyone in these days." Clearly, Mercedes is the brains in the couple. Horatio responds by saying smugly, "Tell him what he's won, Adele." Sevilla is very good at the game show announcer voice; she uses it to say, "It's a new kind of membership -- gated estate, private room, high security…" "And here's the best part -- it's for life," Horatio adds. Lorenzo's under the impression he's calling the shots here, and moments after he's ordered his wife to "call the lawyers; this is harassment," he's in cuffs, protesting, "You can't do this!" Oh, but they can. Mercedes keeps watching as her husband is carried off, and Horatio asks if she'd like to take a walk. Mercedes looks like she'd rather take a root canal sans anesthesia.