Back with Tucci, Doakes has respected Deb's wish to sit with him again. Deb is imploring Tony to remember any detail he can. "For me?" "I would if I could, hon. You're a sweet lady. And smart, using your charms on me." Deb looks confused, and kind of hurt. Tony sees this, and goes on: "Oh, no, I don't mind. It's probably the last time a woman will flirt with me, looking like this." Oh, man, what a poor guy! Deb tells him it's okay, and Doakes immediately jumps in and says he thinks they should try the blindfold. They're both pretty dumbfounded at this, and Tucci protests, but Doakes, after apologizing, reminds him that there's still a killer on the loose, and that they need to prevent others from suffering a similar fate. Quietly, Deb stands up, and Doakes gives her his tie. They get started.
Tony mentions that the guy was hard to hear moving around, which Deb interprets as the ITK being agile. He goes on about the rats again, and Deb insists, "Try to focus on him, Tony. What did you hear, what did you smell?" "Menthol," he says. "Like cough drops. He cleared his throat a lot." He goes on to talk about the wrappers, "that crinkly sound," and how he could hear the drops clicking against the ITK's teeth when he was doing his "surgery." "Son of a bitch loved those lozenges," he says, fighting back tears. Deb reaches out and holds his hand, because she's not just a good cop with good instincts, but she's a good person, too. Way to go, Deb.
Now, Deb and Doakes are back at Angel of Mercy, looking for lozenge wrappers, I presume. They find a rat's nest and call Masuka over. As he looks it over, he notices large amounts of the bed sheet make up the nest, and Doakes and Deb are hovering right over him. "Who had garlic for lunch?" he quips, and Deb retorts, "I'm gonna punch you in the neck!" which is one of my favorite sayings. Lo and behold, Masuka pulls a lozenge wrapper out with his tongs, saying, "Actually, I think you're gonna french me." And that? Was awesome. I hope they can get some prints off of that damn wrapper...
Meanwhile, Dexter is back at the lab, checking on the phone number for the cell he took from Castillo's boat. "I like being right," he VOs, clearly satisfied that he's got his man. "I usually am about these things." He begins packing his eyedroppers, and other supplies for the fun that's ahead. "Be prepared. That's my motto. The Boy Scouts and I have that in common. Of course, there's no merit badge for tonight's outing." That's probably true. He hears a noise from the next room, and heads over to see what's what.