Cut to Speedle explaining to Horatio, "We traced the license back to Rachel Moon of Michigan State. We faxed her a picture of our victim. She ID'd her -- some girl in her dorm. Tiffany Heitzenrader." Tiffany's a 19-year-old, varsity soccer-playing homecoming queen on the dean's list. We find out that Tiffany's sister is flying down because the Heitzenrader parents are too broken up to do so. Horatio commands, "Let Me know when she gets here." Oh, that's just creepy.
Horatio gets back to his database searching and finds a whole lot of nothing. Fortunately, Tripp comes in just then to tell him CODIS got a hit on the semen, and it belongs to Carson Mackie, aged 28, owner of a video company with a New Jersey address. Carson was convicted of statutory rape in 1993; he was 19, she was 17. We discover that Carson is currently in the Miami area.
After another gratuitous shot of a woman's breasts -- I love how this show is all outraged for the nubile young victim, and yet practices the mindless objectification of women that leads people to regard females as fair game for anything -- and a few more video-eye-perspective shots of women with bodies that would make your average college-aged women roll her eyes, we see Carson. It's the tool with the camera from the pre-credits sequence, Mr. Firefly himself. He's all, "All right, ladies. Spring break only comes once a year. What are you going to show me?" Again, my suggestion -- a palm breaking the camera lens -- is not the one the ladies consider. One girl asks, "Will you see our faces?" Carson evades a direct answer with, "Believe me, if you take off your top, nobody will be looking at your face. Come on, show me something." What, it would kill this guy to say "please"? His temerity is breathtaking. We get a camera's-eye view of the pitch, and then Horatio pops into the scene and waves. Heh -- that is probably the first evidence ever of Horatio having a sense of humor. Horatio heads over as Tripp tells Carson the cops want a few words with him. Like countless tools before him, Carson is under the impression that the police are somehow subservient to his schedule, and not vice-versa.
Carson and the cops eventually sit down for a tête-à-tête under a local cabana, and Carson understandably wants to know what this is all about. Tripp's all, "You bird-dog girls for Babes on Break, is that it?" Carson's only half-paying attention to him, as there's hot girl-on-girl footage to review. By all means, let's all review it. I swear to God, this show is the ne plus ultra of sexism. Carson explains how he owns the company responsible for Babes on Break, and the cops pretend to be impressed with this Joe Francis knockoff. Joe Francis, by the way, is the CEO of Mantra Entertainment, the company that produces the Girls Gone Wild videos that Babes on the Beach is so obviously ripping off. For a good time, type "Mantra Entertainment Lawsuit" into Google, then go wild with the resulting flood of news stories. Anyway, Horatio asks if Carson's familiar with Tiffany, and he replies, "Girls like her are a dime a dozen in my world." Horatio explains, "This one is different -- somebody recently broke her neck, and now she's dead." Carson can't be bothered to sum the energy to feign concern. Horatio explains further, "Here's the other difference. We found your semen inside her." Tripp adds, "Medical examiner says physical evidence was postmortem. You know what that means, Fellini?" Horatio tags in, "It means you had sex with a dead girl --" "After you snapped her neck," Tripp finishes. Carson protests that he thought she was merely drunk and passed out, not dead, so he's only a rapist and not a corpse-fucking pervert. So don't go looking down on him or anything. Horatio arrests the necrophiliac.