In the elevator at Miami Metro, Deb complains about her pantyhose, wondering to Dexter, "Has anyone ever died from crotch asphyxiation?" Dexter most understandably thinks that question crosses the appropriate boundaries of their sibling relationship. When they get out, Deb gets a little shit from Masuka and Quinn, although given how bitter Quinn seemed very recently the good-natured ribbing seems abrupt, and then we observe a bunch of idiots in the background arguing about the Mayan calendar, so I guess they've found their religious nuts. Dexter shakes a weary head at their faith-based insanity...
...and then we cut to Deb, who's practicing her speech for the press conference when LaGuerta comes in and eyes her back like a cat who's just taken notice of a particularly large ball of yarn. She gets Deb's attention and asks if she wants some honest advice, and then somehow manages not to burst into flames as she counsels Deb to lose the speech and relax -- she's not a formal person, so a formal statement could come off as insincere. It's not actually the worst advice ever if you throw in some qualifiers, but you just know the game LaGuerta's playing here; to top it off, she removes her triple-strand, beaded necklace and puts it around Deb's neck, and I don't think you have to see it to know that this is SO not her. Deb looks like she's about the chew the inside of her cheek hard enough to draw blood, which might get her some attention, given where she works.
Speaking of which, Dexter's in the lab with Harry as DVO decides to have another look at the more recent victim, and Harry notes that the killer butchered the body. Dexter thinks that doesn't fit with the meticulousness the killer used in composing his crime scenes, and I feel obliged to point out that I'm not sure quite how precisely you can arrange any particular tableau when it depends primarily on the actions of FOUR STOLEN HORSES WHO ARE LIKELY SPOOKED BY THE MANNEQUIN-CORPSES ON THEIR BACKS, but sure, let's go with the idea that there are two killers, although as I said, that shoots the "EJO is a figment of Colin Hanks's imagination" down pretty hard, unless Colin Hanks is totally DID or whatever. Given that I'm not really expecting an explanation that makes much sense, it seems like a waste of time to try coming up with one myself.
And speaking of wastes of time, the Horrific Nightmare Of An Intern is prancing around for an appreciative Masuka's benefit when he gets a phone call from a dude who's checking up on an item he saw on an auction site -- a prosthetic hand that is listed as being from the Ice Truck Killer investigation. Panicked, Masuka asks the guy to hold on while he checks it on his computer, and his fears are confirmed when he sees that the seller is listed as "Rollergurl 105." I just can't even. After telling the guy it's a fake and he shouldn't bid on it, he tries to get Horrific Nightmare Of An Intern's attention, but she's got her headphones on, and he then observes that there's less than a minute to go in the auction, which is just SO convenient. The current bid is $1200, and Masuka tries to enter a bid of a hundred dollars more (he... has an account here? Actually, I can believe it), but the auction expires. Horrific Nightmare Of An Intern then comes in and Masuka -- who, to his tiny credit is completely disillusioned with her -- asks if she's insane; if they ever needed to go back to the investigation for any reason, they'd need that evidence, not to mention that he could lose his job, given that he's supervising her. Horrific Nightmare Of An Intern replies that no one has to know, which would be hilarious if she weren't such a stupid idiot, and she tries to placate him, but, again to his small credit, he wants absolutely nothing to do with her. I hope he at least sticks that landing, but I'm sure we haven't seen the last of that hand or, more importantly, Horrific Nightmare Of An Intern. And on top of that, no one here even made a joke about a five-finger discount.