Doakes is at the station, drawing a few glances from some curious detectives. "James!" says LaGuerta, and they greet each other. "It's nice to see you," she says. Doakes: "Yeah, feels all warm and comfy." Comfy? Whatever. LaGuerta tells Doakes that she met with her security friend, who said that someone with Doakes's special ops background could start at around $200,000 a year, which sounds pretty sweet. "I could live with that," says Doakes. "You could meet him tonight. Nine o'clock, bar at the Hilton?" "I'll be there," says Doakes, and heads to Lundy's office. "Sergeant Doakes, I appreciate your time," says Lundy. "Can we get this over with, sir?" says Doakes. Lundy mentions that he finds it interesting that Doakes worked on four of the BHB cases, but was "unable to attain a single conviction," due to inadmissible evidence, people skipping bail, etc. "The Rodrigo case lost due to bad blood-work," Lundy adds. "Excuse me?" says Doakes. "You weren't aware of that?" asks Lundy. "The DA didn't get a conviction, that's all I know," says Doakes. "Are we through here, sir?" "No, actually, we're just getting st--" "We're done," says Doakes, before he bolts out of there, probably making Lundy pretty suspicious.
Deb and Angel are going through Lenny's notes, a lot of which are ridiculous: "March 17: Airplane flying too low." "I told you this guy's a fruit-bag," says Angel. Deb finds a small booklet for April, and finds the day Rodrigo disappeared: "'April 16.' Fuck me sideways, listen to this! 'Rodrigo gets into car parked in wrong space. Must be drunk, because somebody's carrying him.' The license plate's right here! This is from nine o'clock the night he disappeared!" "The last time anyone saw him alive! We gotta run that plate!" says Angel, excitedly. "Oh my God, I'll bet whoever owned this car is our killer!" says Deb, matching Angel's energy level. Angel calls Lundy in.
Dexter's back in Naples or wherever the hell Jimenez lives, and he's parked outside The Swamp, Jimenez's bar. "Lila almost had me believing it was possible to change," Dex VOs. "To become something else, as if that ever really happens." He's got his murderin' shirt on, and he's putting on his leather murderin' gloves. "I've always known what I am. If the glove fits..." Just then, Jimenez steps out of the bar, and looks around before heading to his truck and taking off. Dexter gives chase, while keeping an eye on his GPS. Jimenez takes him pretty far. Once there, Jimenez gets out of his truck and goes into a cabin as Dexter looks on: "A secret cabin in the middle of the Everglades? What more could a rededicated serial killer ask for?" Heh, true. Dexter gets his syringe of M99 ready, and pops out of the car. He sneaks up to a window, where he sees Jimenez inside, uncovering a massive stash of cocaine. Dex VO: "Apparently, Mr. Jimenez never gave up his old habits. What a bad, bad man." Dexter doubles back to Jimenez's truck, and turns on the radio full blast. Jimenez immediately runs out to see what the hubbub is all about, and Dexter slams the syringe into his neck. "What, did you think it just turned on by itself?" says Dex. Yeah, really. Idiot.