Meanwhile, Liam goes poking around Paul's bedroom. Shockingly, it's devoid of reading material. In the top drawer of the nightstand, Paul had stashed a gun. Liam photographs this. In the bottom drawer, Paul had stashed his 'roid supply. Anyone who's surprised, you're fired.
Sara's in Paul's "office," or, to be more precise, his shrine to himself. Paul didn't think of his body as a temple so much as he thought of it as a sort of mobile Sistine Chapel, if his reclining pictures are any indication. Sara's flipping through Paul's appointment book when Liam strolls in to announce, "Nine-millimeter in the bedroom, and syringes next to the bed." Sara's all, "Wow." You're fired! Liam smirks, "The vic was putting the 'smack' in 'smackdown.'" Well, you can't spell "lame quip" without "Liam," can you? Although it's weird that he sees a syringe and thinks "heroin" in a bodybuilder's house. Sara takes this time to point out that there was no blood on either the poles or the weights.
The coroners continue their autopsy. Shockingly, they find evidence that Paul may have been injecting steroids. No! And then they make the really cool, really gruesome discovery. After David notes, "Left eye socket appears swollen," he presses down on it, and out oozes all this black, oily gunk. Emergency Backup David looks alarmed as only an X-Files fan can.
Cut to a bunch of extras in biohazard suits yanking Sara out of the crime scene. I was about to ask if that sort of thing was really necessary, then remembered that yes, in Sara's case it is. Liam is being escorted a little more gently. In the vaguest and most frightening terms possible, the suits mumble about contamination and biohazard suits, and usher them into a tent for the Silkwood treatment. We see two things of note: Sara's got a tattoo on her left foot (it appears to be a flower, a star or a sunburst -- something radial and spiky, anyway), and she's checking out Liam's dimpled bum. That girl has awesome multitasking powers. Liam turns and blinks, and Sara quickly averts her eyes to face the spray again. Eye contact in the shower avoided! Good call, that.