Over at Castillo's junkyard, a cadet finds the knife that Dexter has no doubt planted there and phones it in.
Dexter puts his Box O' Kills back in its air conditioned home and looks relieved. He gets a call on the old cellphone, and looks pleased when he answers. "I'll be right there."
Oscar is playing with a pair of handcuffs like they're glasses, and LaGuerta laughs and takes a picture. All of a sudden, we hear, "Oscarcito?" It's Oscar's Uncle Roberto, who the social worker was able to track down. "That's great!" fakes LaGuerta, whose uterus is throbbing like a kick drum. Hardly able to conceal her attachment to the child, she says, "He should be with family." Roberto wants to know if he can take him home, and LaGuerta looks to the sketch artist for final approval. "We're good," he says, and LaGuerta nods yes. Oscar runs up and gives her a kiss, which, even I have to admit is pretty cute, and then he and Tío Roberto take their leave. As Maria watches them leave, Angel looks at the sketch and, in a very concerned voice, says, "LT, you gotta see this." Holy shit. You guys, is it possible this kid was able to describe Dexter well enough to have the sketch look like him? LaGuerta, comes back into the room, crying a little. "You okay?" Angel asks. "Damn contacts," she fronts and looks at the sketch. "Ay Dios, Mío."
At the junkyard, Dexter's testing the knife for blood as Doakes explains how a lot of murderers stash their weapons in junk cars to dispose of the weapon faster. Dexter, of course, finds blood. "Wanna bet it's the wife's?" asks Doakes. "It's always the husband. You were right all along," says Deb skeptically, and walks away. "Deb will forgive me," VOs Dex. "Eventually. That's who she is; big-hearted, kind. Nothing like me." Angel's just arrived on the scene with the sketch. "That kid Oscar swears this is who he saw." "Son of a bitch," says Doakes, looking at Dexter. "Dex!" says Deb. As he walks towards them, he VOs, "Okay, I gave them Jorge's sock, a knife with his prints, and a drop of his wife's blood. Forensics trifecta like that should trump a child's drawing...I hope." Deb shows him the sketch, and it's totally Jesus Christ. "Weird," says Deb. "Jesus Christ saved this kid?" says Doakes. "On his own, for as long as Oscar was? Who's to say he didn't?" replies Angel, confirming why I love him. Deb steals a glance at Dexter, noticing how relieved he looks. Hmm.