Okay, back. And, now I'm getting chemical cheese dust all over my keyboard. That's just great. Thanks a lot, Deb. Anyway, Deb's eating Cheesy Poofs and is all spaced out on the couch, watching some TV. Dexter opens the front door, which is dead-bolted as usual, and Deb goes to let him in. "Thought you were staying at Rita's," she says. "Takin' the night off. I thought you'd be on the treadmill." "Takin' the night off." Well, all right, then. They both veg out for a moment, and a car commercial comes on the TV. "A night off is good," Dex VOs. Yeah, I guess, if you make good use of it, which Dexter doesn't, because...

The next day (what the hell was all that "night off" talk?) he's back at the Ford Dealership, VOing, "Two women are dead, the killer is selling minivans, and I have an opportunity to prove it, even if I am laying low. Having a victim prepped and ready will take the edge off the wait...I hope." Hicks sees Dexter approaching and runs up and shakes his hand. "What's going on, Dex?" He tells Dexter that if he's having any problems with the van, the service center is around the corner, and Dexter tells him the van is fine, he was just thinking about the extended warranty and a couple extras. Hicks tells him he's with a customer, but the girl inside can help. "I'd rather deal with you, I'll just wait for you in your office," says Dex, and heads in to the office, which is on a boat. That's right.

Inside, Dexter grabs a couple of cigarette butts with a sandwich bag, VOing, "DNA, DNA, come out and play." A young and attractive woman comes up, and says she's just dropping off a thank you note for Roger. Dexter says he was just leaving, and gets up, and the woman says, "He sent you across the street, didn't he?" "Across the street?" "It's okay. He told me not to tell anyone either. I don't know how he makes all his commissions sending people to other dealers." Dexter posits that perhaps Roger has ulterior motives, but the woman says that maybe he just knows she can't afford his price. "After he ran a credit check?" asks Dexter, now interested. "TRW doesn't lie," she says. "So you're single?" says Dexter, and the woman looks taken aback before replying affirmatively. "Makes it tougher to afford those big ticket items, like cars and houses. You rent an apartment?" "A house. I hate sharing walls 'cause you can hear everything." "Tell me about it. No pets, though, right?" "Is this a come-on? 'Cause it's a little weird." Hastily, Dexter says, "It must be why I'm still single," and books out of there. "Another brunette," he VOs. "Single, neighbors at a distance, no guard dog." He's watching the young woman give Roger a kiss on the cheek. "The credit check gives Roger all the details he needs. She's next, and I can't do anything about it. Not until this manhunt ends. Harry would insist on it." Roger creepily watches the woman walk away, a murderous lust twinkling in his eye.