So LaGuerta has gone slightly rogue, it seems, as she gets news from a private lab that the blood on the slide she found in the church belonged to Colin Hanks, which obviously means there was more to the story than the apparent suicidal tableau. LaGuerta's kind of beside herself with excitement, and after taking a moment to consider her next move, calls the operator and asks for the regional FBI office. I hope she has snacks in her office, because this is going to be a long conversation.

At Boobs Central, our two favorite idiots shut the place down again, and Jason Gedrick isn't too happy about it, but does agree to head into his office with Batista to go over the employee list again. Meanwhile, an attractive blonde complains to Quinn that he's ruining her livelihood, but Quinn, after prevailing on her to have a shot of something, tells "Nadia" that he does care about the strippers, but the problem is that no one is helping him find out who killed Soroka. After some thought, Nadia tells Quinn that Soroka was dating a "Tony," one of the bouncers there, although he's not there now. She adds that she hopes Quinn finds the killer and puts a bullet in his head, and Quinn gives her his card before Batista reappears and tells him that one of the bouncers hasn't come to work since the night of the murders. Quinn's like, um, is that Tony? Between the two of them, they have enough brainpower to realize they should go talk to the guy, but not before Quinn gives Nadia a look to suggest the poor girl hasn't seen the last of him.

Chez Deb. She opens the door for Dexter (wonder if he killed anyone on the way over; great start to the watchdogging, Deb), and he enters with his stuff (but not, as I mentioned, his son), whereupon she informs him he'll be sleeping in the bedroom, while she takes the couch. Dexter's like, between me and the front door, and Deb duhs her agreement. She informs him that while she's still figuring out the details, she knows this much: This can only work if they do everything together -- eat, watch TV, drive to work. Dexter makes a joke about the shower that I'm sure Saint Therapist would just love, but Deb won't be distracted as she goes on that Dexter is going to have to be completely honest with her, and I'll give her credit that she is not coming off like she is fucking around in the slightest. Dexter does look the tiniest bit cowed, so he goes to unpack while Deb gets dinner ready. Unfortunately, Harry is in the bedroom to tell him about how he's a killer and can't change and whatever, and doesn't he think that if it were as easy as keeping an eye on him all the time, Harry would have tried it? But in good news for Deb's plan, Dexter replies, "Maybe you should've!" I mean, I've never murdered anyone, but I have to imagine it's harder to do with your sister watching, even if your sister is secretly in love with you and OH GOD NOW I CAN'T STOP.