Cut to the modeling agency, where Rod is explaining that he "washed my hands [of Cassie]. Ashleigh was the only one who gave a damn. Get together with her every couple of weeks, make sure she had a decent meal, shower, clothes on her back." Catherine wonders what Rod did for Cassie; Rod replies, "Let me tell you something: for every piece of meat, there has to be a butcher." And for this guy, there has to be a subsequent episode in which he's filleted like a side of beef, if only to provide Catherine and Gil an opportunity to crack jokes about the butcher becoming the butchered. Catherine snorts that Rod led Cassie to the slaughter; Rod counters that Cassie went of her own free will. Rod then leads the CSIs to a blow-up of a Spa World magazine, with a January 2000 cover; the cover girl is Cassie. Ironically, one of the cutlines is "Bread: Can We Ever Eat It? (Diet Foods)." I wonder if that's intentional, based on the last scene. We find out that the cover was snapped three years ago. Rod explains, "See, Cassie got deep into freebase. No shortage of scumbags around to keep her supplied. I knew she had the sister in Witchita Falls..." Of course she did. This wouldn't be a clichéd storyline about the modeling industry chewing up America's guileless lovelies otherwise. We flash back to one of Cassie's last shoots, where she alternates between a whacked-out apathy and a coke-fueled hissyfit. You can see the abacus in Rod's head sliding the beads and concluding that Cassie's return rate just dropped below acceptable yield; then he turns to look at the stricken Ashleigh (who's sporting that fresh-off-the-bus look) and the light bulb goes on over his head. Back in the present, Catherine's saying, "So, in Cassie's mind, she was the victim here. Makes sense she'd be angry." Rod snaps out of his reverie and corrects Catherine: "Angry was five flights up. Cassie was an obsessed basehead. Cocaine already had her paranoid. Once Ashleigh started modeling, everything became this big conspiracy. Naturally, yours truly was Satan." It's kind of amusing how Rod says that like it should surprise anyone. Gil muses, "Cassie threw her life away and her sister Ashleigh recycled it."
Back at the lab, Sara's still puzzling over the code; the page she's working on has the entries "QP 2, 1256 BC, 35 BF, 2095 S, 116 TC" in the plus column; the one below it has "NAGD, BFJ3 EVEN." It's like Bridget Jones' Diary was written by someone over at Bletchley Park. Gil comes over and comments, "It's like a crossword puzzle, isn't it? Once you pick it up, you can't put it down." Sara explains what she has so far, based on the details she has about Ashleigh -- "BFJ3 -- BF, Bellagio Fountain." Gil supposes the J3 is a date; Sara corrects him with, "What's one thing a model always knows? Who's shooting her. Three Js -- J. J. Jarrett." The name fails to ring a bell with Gil; Sara explains that he's a famous photographer, and she picked that up based on Ashleigh's employment contracts for the last year. Sara also notes, "As an aside -- she stopped working two months ago." Gil wants to know why; Sara concurs that that's a good question.