LaGuerta's been combing through Perry's case, and she's visiting him now to talk with him about it. "Just wanted to make sure I have my facts straight on the notorious Ice Truck Killer," she goads. "I confessed. What more do you need?" Perry asks. LaGuerta informs him that not all the evidence matches up, and that they haven't been able to match his prints with the partial from the lozenge wrapper they found at Angel of Mercy. He tells her that he used liquid nitrogen to freeze the bodies, but that it also burned off his fingerprints, which he shows her. "Or, you knew your prints wouldn't match, so you purposely burned your fingertips to hide it." He asks what she's getting at, and she tells him she's just covering her bases. "We both want the same thing," she tells him. "To see you convicted." "What's in it for me, if I help you do your job." "How about immortality?" she says. LaGuerta explains that he can go down in history as either the pathetic guy who killed his mom, or the most notorious killer in Floridian history, and it's his choice. He says he wants a reporter to memorialize him on the front page of the paper, but LaGuerta says he can't talk to press before his trial. Perry's sure she can work it out, if she wants his assistance badly enough.

"Meridian had one thing right: I do crave control," Dexter VOs as he taps away on his laptop's keyboard. "The longer the Ice Truck Killer maintains radio silence, the less control I have." He's on Craig's List, "desperate, I know, but apropos. Personal ads are filled with desperation: 'Tyler from Key West,' 'Speedos tanning on the beach,' 'Touched your tits on Friday night.' At least these folks aren't just standing by, waiting for something to happen. Neither am I." He posts an ad that reads:

Dear Ken,

I'm in pieces. Why the cold shoulder?

Love,
Barbie