Zoe gives Dexter a tour of the house, and in the process lies outright that she's separated from her husband, and their daughter lives with him. "You've been married long?" she asks him. "Uh, yes -- six months," is his answer, which he immediately realizes sounds bad. "I understand," says Zoe. "Believe me." Chirpy Color Explosion Realtor Lady calls Zoe downstairs, and Zoe flirtily tells Dexter, "To be continued."
With Zoe in the backyard, Dexter follows the trail of blood on the crime scene photos to the kitchen. He surmises the disposal is the next most logical stop for those bloody gloves. He intentionally jams it with a wooden spoon, then, under the pretense of "fixing it" for Chirpy Realtor, he retrieves a piece of blue rubber -- the kind used in police gloves -- and bags it. Chirpy and Zoe return (Zoe notes the disposal worked fine that morning) and are both impressed. Zoe takes Dex's arm and hoists him up with her beefy lady muscles. "If I was your wife," she breathes, fuck-me eyes turned up to eleven, "I'd hang onto you. You're so...handy." The scene cuts away before she can properly pay off that double entendre.
Lundy and Deb are talking Trinity at a diner. They've got him narrowed down to two 30-year-old bludgeoning, one at a cannery and one behind a bar. The body found at the cannery was dumped there -- not Trinity's style; he picks the murder site and leaves the body there. So they appear to have found their Trinity victim. In her enthusiasm, Deb knocks over Lundy's water, triggering about twelve "fuck"s and leading Lundy to share Deb's side of the booth. Anyway, if Trinity's current pattern holds, that means he'll kill his next victim in the bathroom of Murphy's Tavern. Lundy says he plans to go there today, and Deb says she will too. "Won't that be a problem with Ashton?" Lundy passive-aggressives. Deb says Anton's cool, "sort of." Meaning he gets jealous "for no reason." Lundy's like, "Oh, there's a reason." Deb finally snaps at him to say what he means for once, so Lundy lays it on her: He thought he'd be able to be around her and keep his feelings in check. No such luck. The two lay on the melodrama pretty thick here with the longing and the "But I can't!" and the "But YOU can't!" and the "whatever will we do?" Deb finally says she has to go. Lundy asks if she'll meet him tonight, but she can only stammer and say "fuck!"