Deb's working late, getting frustrated because she can't match the plate Lennywrote down to any plates in the system. "Is that a one or an I? Fuck you, Lenny, fuck your handwriting!" Just then, the elevator opens and Lila steps out, carrying a bag. Oh, great. This should be fun. "Debra..." Deb: "Kinda busy, here." Nice. "Then, can you please tell me where I can find Dexter?" asks Lila. "I brought him some dinner." "Dexter's not here," says Deb flatly. "Where is he?" "How should I know?" "He said he was working late," says Lila. Deb gets a little grin on her face, and asks, "Is that what he told you?" "What do you mean?" asks Lila, her face betraying her efforts to stay cool. "He's not working late," replies Deb, with a satisfied look on her face. "I think he lied to you." Lila storms out, and Deb says, "Aw, men are such pigs!" As Lila gets in the elevator, Deb gives her a mock-enthusiastic wave, and then giggles to herself. Okay, Deb may be acting like she's eight, but I'm still with her. Lila sucks it.

LaGuerta apologizes for Doakes to her Stillwater friend: "I'm sure he'll show up. He's very excited about this job." The guy doesn't seem convinced.

I'm not either, because Doakes is actually at Dexter's apartment, breaking in. Douche! He starts with the kitchen.

Back to Deb, with Angel and Lundy are now standing by. "I swear, I've tried every combination, nothing's coming up," says Deb frustratedly. "I told you Lenny'd be a waste of time," says Angel, but Lundy submits that perhaps it's not a Florida plate they're looking for, so they try Georgia, on Angel's suggestion, and immediately get a hit: "The vehicle was registered to Charlie Lewis." "I know that name," says Angel. "Drug dealer out of New York. Tough guy. Used to carry a big-assed knife." "That's our guy!" says Deb, jumping the gun just a bit. "I told you he wasn't a cop," Angel tells Lundy, also rubbing it in just a bit too soon. Deb keeps looking into the records, and says, "What? Shit." "Where is he?" asks Lundy. "According to this, South Bay Correctional Facility. Aw, shit! Charlie Lewis was arrested April 12, 2002; that's four days before Rodrigo was seen being carried into the car." "No, wait, who had his car?" asks Angel. "One of his gang?" "This is where it gets really bad," says Deb. "The vehicle was seized as evidence." "By who?" "By our department." Oh, fuck. "Where was the vehicle held?" asks Lundy. Apparently, it was held at the department's evidence lot, behind a secure gate. "Someone signed the vehicle out, picked Rodrigo up, killed him, and then signed the vehicle back in." "So, you have records," offers Lundy, but Angel doesn't agree: "Why would we keep them? The only people allowed access to those vehicles are members of the Miami Metro Police Department. Holy shit!" "Bay Harbor Butcher is one of our own," says Deb gravely. Lundy orders that they all keep it to themselves, for now. Angel says that he's going to go "tell it to a bottle of scotch." Deb looks really worried, and Lundy puts his arm around her to comfort her.