Back at the lab, Alexx is pulling a flattened bullet-shell casing out of what I presume is Jane Doe's brain, unless that bullet went a very long way. The location's confirmed as Horatio breezes in and comments, "Fastest scalp in the east." Alexx replies, "I think I just set some kind of postmortem speed record." Horatio asks how similar this case is to the Abby Sandoval one, and Alexx replies, "Like looking in a mirror. Both victims in their early twenties, pretty, Latina, shot once in the head, left temple, mint leaves in the stomach, both worked with their hands. Now, I'm thinking Jane Doe might have been a domestic just like Abby was." Horatio explains why this new discovery is a problem: "She couldn't have been killed by Lorenzo Escalante because he was in custody at the time of her death. How were they different?" The only significant difference thus far is that Abby Sandoval had glass in her wound track and this woman doesn't. Alexx chalks that up to Abby being shot in her car, while this one was discovered as a roadside dumpee. Horatio thinks they may not have found the car yet. Alexx asks, "You think we got a serial?" Horatio replies, "I don't know. But we better find out before we send an innocent man to jail for murder."
Roger Daltrey agrees. It's always so nice to see rock stars taking an interest in things like judicial system reform.
Once we're back from the credits, Horatio is in the shooting gallery, complimenting Calleigh on her shot. God knows he won't be complimenting her on her clothing; she's wearing this unfortunate jacket-and-pants combination that combines the most unflattering cuts possible for a short, curvy woman (cropped jacket, too-long flared pants) with some of the most aesthetically misbegotten trends on the market today (ruched fabric, those damn Little House on the Prairie sleeves again) and a color that wants to be a nice green like Eucalyptus or Evergreen, but ends up as Institutional Despair. I'm not saying that the costumer for this series needs to blow the budget on impractical but lovely Narcisco Rodriguez frocks, but I don't think it would kill them to steer clear of Forever 21 and maybe hit Banana Republic for a change. Anyway, Horatio asks Calleigh if she's busy, and she replies in the affirmative: "I'm up to my ass in alligators. There was a big shooting on the Causeway yesterday. Fifty-four expended rounds. Not to mention Detective Hagen is riding me like a Gulfstream pony." "I didn't ask about your personal life, and I'd rather not know," Horatio replies. Oh, he does not either. But you thought it, didn't you? That pony line was wide open. Horatio actually seems taken aback that Detective John Hagen has anything to do with Calleigh, but before anyone can take the effort to tell us, the audience, why we should give a rat's ass about what Horatio thinks of John, he's moved on and asked Calleigh for a favor. She agrees with alacrity. He hands over the round dug out of Jane Doe's skull and she rattles off, "Nine-mil, hollow point, brass-jacketed, so my guess is it's a Golden Talon." Horatio then tells her he needs her to lift the bullet from the Abby Sandoval case for comparison's sake. Calleigh asks, "Isn't that case on trial right now?" Well, yes, so in theory the bullet would have been checked into some sort of evidence locker for the duration, so as to not introduce the possibility of police tampering after the fact, but why worry? Calleigh agrees to do the favor, "Quickly and quietly."