Back with Dexter, whose place is a total mess seeing as he's been up all night looking for clues. He sitting as his desk, looking over documents with a magnifying glass. He's on a picture of the cargo container where he was left as a toddler. "There are over five-thousand cargo containers in the port of Miami. Finding the one where my mother was butchered took a bit of magic." He's found it: CBAN 3489. He writes the number down and says, "Presto." There's a knock at the door. He looks out the window to see who it is, and says, "Shit." Probably Doakes. Dexter yells, "Just a second!" and hides some of his more important files. He answers the door, and it's Doakes and LaGuerta. "I told you he was here," Doakes says to LaGuerta. "Is there some reason you're not answering your damn phone?" "Ambien," says Dexter, trying to appear casual. Noticing the torn-up room, LaGuerta asks him what happened. "I couldn't find the remote." Good answer! Doakes asks where Deb is, and Dexter says he has no idea. LaGuerta says that Rudy is connected to the ITK somehow, and they're working on a warrant to search his place. "Oh, wow," says Dexter, putting a hand up his face and acting distraught. "Cut the crap!" says Doakes, seeing right through it. "You know something, dammit. What?" LaGuerta reprimands Doakes, but he continues: "I saw him skulking in the halls last night, ordering secret blood tests." LaGuerta asks Dexter what that's all about, and he answers honestly, saying that the blood on Angel's collar matched Rudy's. "Motherfucker," says Doakes, approaching Dexter aggressively. LaGuerta tells James to cool his jets, and they ask why he didn't tell them. "I couldn't destroy Deb's love life on a hunch. I needed the facts." "Well, here's a fact: if he kills her, it's your fault," says Doakes. "What else do you know?" "That's it," says Dexter. Doakes thinks he's lying, but LaGuerta tells him to give Dexter a break: "It's his sister, right?" Doakes storms out, and LaGuerta comforts Dexter, telling him to call if he hears anything. Once they're gone, Dexter pulls out the shipping container number from his pocket.