Apparently, VO has been going for a long time, because when Dexter gets back to his apartment, it's nighttime, and VO is still yammering about killing Trinity. It manages to shut up when Dex turns a corner and finds Rita sitting on his bed. Oh, awesome, time for The Talk of What Your Lies Have Done to Our Marriage. Love that. She's somber as she notes that Dexter's landlord, who let her in, had no idea he was married. She wanted to see the apartment, see if he's doing drugs again (well, "again," but don't make me remember that storyline). She says she went through everything in his apartment looking for an answer, while Dexter's eyes go wide at what she could have found. "What [could] be so horrible," she asks, "that my husband would have to keep a place to hide it from me. Or his own sister." She came across Dexter's Big Box o' Death but says she didn't want to be the person to break into it. She doesn't want to be the person snooping around apartments, either. She just needs to know what he's hiding. Dexter opens the trunk and shows her what's inside: it's Harry's rifle. He explains that he didn't want to keep it in the house with the kids, while his VO reminds us that his implements of death are in the secret compartment below. One case with a disassembled rifle doesn't seem to justify paying rent on a whole other apartment (why not keep it at Deb's?), but to Rita's credit, she doesn't entirely buy it. Or Dexter when he assures her he has "nothing to hide." The car accident. The apartment. The security lights. As Rita packs Harrison up to go, she tells him the most disturbing thing is how good Dexter's gotten at lying. And you know? She's completely in the right. And yet, when she tells him, "When you're ready to come home, we have a lot of work to do if this marriage has any hope," it's hard not to hate her, at least a little. Dexter really HAS made her the bad guy.