"Of course, every now and then, the day arrives when someone finally decides to tell the truth," Mary Alice tells us with smug satisfaction. Inside someone's house -- I'm sorry, rookie DH recapper here, and so I can't always tell whose house, but I think it's KimberBree's -- the Good-Times Gang, minus Edie of course, is sitting around a table talking about Mike. Gabrielle is shocked that Mike shot himself in the stomach. Susan lamely offers up that it was an accident, but it's written all over her face that she knows no one will believe that, even if she does. Indeed, everyone greets this with a what-the-fuck expression. "I know you want to trust him," Gabrielle says slowly, "but he had a dead woman's jewelry in his garage." AND A FAT PILE OF CASH HIDDEN IN HIS LARDER, Susan. I feel like Susan is a walking advertisement for the practical application of math, as she is utterly unable to add two and two -- or in this case, gun + money + weird accident + did we mention the money?!? -- and reach the right answer. Susan hedges that all they know is that Lynette's twins somehow turned up with Mrs. Kravitz's bracelet, and they claim it was from Mike's garage. "What, are you saying the twins murdered [Mrs. Kravitz]?" Bree tsks. "I wouldn't put it past them," Lynette says with a touch of mournfulness. Chin up, Lynette -- when they're in prison for serial murder, they'll be a lot easier for you to handle and you'll have plenty of time for yoga. Everyone wins. Well, except for those who are not you. Susan figures that The Triplets of Hellville are as likely a suspect as Mike himself. "He's a good guy. I know him," she says. But the Biblical sense does not a complete picture give. Lynette admits that she doesn't think Mike did it either, but knows that if they don't report the bracelet's appearance, they will be withholding evidence. No one mentions that they could claim they don't know where they got it, but I guess that would open up a can of worms eventually too, so...hey, whatever, they're probably doing the right thing. "If he's innocent, it should be simple," KimberBree says, chirpily grabbing the phone. Gabrielle puts a hand on her arm and then turns to Susan and says that they will only do what Susan wants. Everyone looks sorry for her. Susan queasily tells them to make the call. KimberBree briskly wonders if she should call 911, even though it's not an emergency. There's some banter about how urgent an old murder is. "And I don't want to tie up the line," KimberBree furrows. Susan snaps that they just need to make the damn call.