A couple hours later, now evening, the body is covered with a sheet. A couple of guys from the coroner's office are taking notes as Dexter checks the blood spatter. "The suspect's name was Jacques Bayard, according to his driver's license," says Angel. "Haitian?" asks LaGuerta. Angel thinks so. "Alright," she says, speaking to Doakes now. "Let's go over it again." "I saw a gun in the suspect's waistband. I went to question him, and he took off running when he saw me." LaGuerta confirms this with Angel, who says what he saw and did. "And when you went under the causeway," LaGuerta prompts. "He took a shot at me," Doakes finishes. "I took cover and returned fire from that corner," he says, pointing at the spot where the overpass reaches ground level. "No, not from there," says Dexter, who's just rolled up. "Yeah, from fuckin' right there!" Doakes disagrees. Dexter cites the trajectory of the blood, but Doakes isn't having it. "You questioning me? 'Cause I got a lot of questions for you." Angel tries to calm Doakes down, but he doesn't relent. "The man is a fucking creep-job!" he says angrily, referring to Dexter. LaGuerta urges him to just focus on the facts. "The DA's team is ready for you. You good?" Doakes says he is. "You're next," she says to Angel, who looks bemused as he walks up to Dexter. "Sorry, but I didn't invent physics," says Dexter smiling. "He just got mixed up, is all," says Angel. "Hell, I'm not even sure what happened." "Well, trauma can distort the memory," says Dex as he takes off.