Deb is passed out on her coat in an office at the station, and Angel comes up and knocks on the window. Deb bolts upright as Angel tells her, "You're drooling on LaGuerta's couch!" In the break room, Deb asks Angel if he's pulling the midnight shift. "Lopez has the trots," he replies. "Why are you still here?" "Why not? Nothin' at home except an empty fridge and an empty bed." Aw, is someone feeling lonely? "If I wasn't married and ten years younger..." "I'd still be in high school, keep dreaming!" "Wise ass." Heh. Have I mentioned that I like Angel? Well, I do. If you don't, you can fuck off. Deb goes on to mention that she's been chasing leads on the ITK, "pathetic long-shots, mostly." Angel asks what she's learned, and tells him that it's usually really dumb shit that trips up most serial killers. "Son of Sam got a parking ticket outside his own crime scene." That's actually true, believe it or not. Some lady who lived nearby saw Berkowitz menacingly glaring at people and removing the parking ticket before he killed Stacy Moskowitz and Robert Violente. Anyway, Deb cross-checked parking violations with the crime scenes of the ITK. "Smart," remarks Angel. "Yeah, but none of the registered owners have criminal records." "Try moving violations," says Angel, suddenly inspired. "Timothy McVeigh drove way too fast on the way out of town." Deb checks the moving violations, and it turns out that Neil Perry, the bullshit witness she and Doakes interrogated a couple episodes back, is on the list. She clicks on his name and a profile with a really creepy picture comes up. Apparently, he rolled through a stop sign just two blocks away from the third crime scene. "Why would a voluntary witness be at two separate crime scenes?" asks Angel. "I don't know, maybe he was chopping up hookers," says Deb. "Holy motherfuck, is this him?" "Let's find out," says Angel. Ooh, exciting, you guys! Go get 'im!

Deb and Angel pull up to a beat-up trailer, and Deb asks if Angel's sure this is the right place. "According the DMV, this is where Perry lives." "With seven inbred cousins, by the look of it." Ha ha, Deb. Because he lives in a trailer. Way to judge, dick. Deb thinks there has to be something wrong with a person in order for them to live in a steel box. "Aluminum, actually. Nina and I had a deluxe multi-sectional. It was our starter home." Aw, simpler times. As they snoop around some more, Deb spots a station wagon on the other side of the trailer. "This is our car! One of the girls was seen getting into a wood-paneled station wagon on the night of her death." As Angel starts talking about going "one step at a time," Deb notices a camera that's trained on them and moving around. "Look up, slowly," she says, cutting Angel off. "Okay, take the front door, cover all the exits. I'm going to the back," Angel tells her, trying not to move his lips too much. He runs around back, and Deb goes to the front. They both start banging on their respective doors, telling Perry to come out. After a few seconds, Neil climbs out of a small door underneath the trailer, and crawls past a garden gnome in the front where Deb is. He gets up, runs towards the police cruiser, and slashes the front tire, which catches Deb's attention. "I got him! Police!" she yells and starts giving chase on foot. Angel tries to catch up, but Perry has already gotten into one of the thirty (or so) old cars on the property and taken off. Deb's pissed: "Fuck!" Yes, "fuck" indeed. There's nothing you really could have done. You'll get him eventually. What if this is really him, you guys? Exciting! He and Dexter are going to have some interesting scenes, if so.