Dexter next goes through all of Lundy's research, every tape, every photo. "Trinity's a lone wolf," Lundy's voice says. "Unable to connect, except with his victims." He runs down the sequence of murders: Lady bled out in a tub; mother forced to jump from tall building; older man bludgeoned. Dexter muses to Harry-come-lately that he figures Lundy had all the pieces, he just wasn't able to put them together. He thinks he's got a unique perspective on how Trinity's killings comprise a "sacred ritual." Lundy was simply an obstacle to that ritual. "If anybody has deserved to be on your table," grunts an increasingly incensed Harry, "it's this son of a bitch."
Speaking of that son of a bitch, Trinity's at a hardware store. He's staring at a wall of hammers, morosely asking the clerk which one he should buy for the big project he has ahead of him. "So much work," he muses, "but I have to finish what I started, right?" The clerk suggests a framing hammer, for its heft and versatility. He doesn't mention its "murderability," but that's unspoken.
Out in gritty Miami, or so the steel drums would have me believe, some grubby looking street chick is tweaking her way down the street when she stops by a newspaper box. "VACATION MURDERER IN STD DATABASE," the headline screams. Oh, hello, Nikki Wald. Flip out about this, won't you?
That night, Dexter's perched outside the office building where Trinity bumped into Lundy. He's finishing Lundy's tapes, where he notes that with the hundreds of rooms in the building, many of them empty, Trinity will likely set up shop in the surveillance room and wait for his victim to be alone. Dexter goes through the photos of the victim 30 years ago, a bartender, father of two, bludgeoned by Trinity. So Dexter's found the place, but as Harry notes, he has no idea who he's looking for. (I could quibble about Dexter being a bright enough killer to know when a man old enough to have been killing for 30+ years shows up at a half-empty office building in the middle of the night, but it becomes moot anyway.) Dexter says Lundy was methodical enough to note the man's size and appearance if he had run into him, but there's nothing in any of the tapes. Harry gently nudges Dex into realizing that Lundy had his recorder on him when he got popped. The last tape would still be in that recorder. Time for a trip to evidence storage. He's still got one more day before Trinity's expected to complete his cycle anyway.