Deb has arrived at the station, and is walking inside when Lundy stops her. "What's going on here?" "Nothing, according to you." "So, I said something?" he asks, not sure what he did wrong. "Only that this relationship has an expiration date." He looks hurt. "Hey, if you want to write it off before it even begins, you go ahead." "When did I say that?" "Yesterday morning, you said when the case ends, we end. I'm paraphrasing." Lundy explains that he thought she understood that he tracks killers for a living, and that they tend to move around: "I'm not sure what you thought would happen when the case ended." Deb says she hadn't thought about it, "but it looks like you have, so now I know. Consider me informed." Oh, Jesus. Always with the dramatics, this one! She brushes past him and heads inside. He looks like he has no idea what just happened.
Over at the snack stand, Dexter orders a hot dog, and sees Angel standing there, reading the paper. "How come there's never a circus when you need one," he asks Dex. "I don't know. I'm not sure I've ever felt that particular need." Heh. "What does a seven-year-old girl like?" "Astor likes CNN." Angel says that probably won't do it for his daughter, and explains that he has her all day Saturday, and is looking for something fun to do with her. Dex mentions that he and Rita and the kids are headed to the beach on Saturday, and Angel asks if he can tag along. Dexter looks unsure at first, but says, "Sure, I guess. We'll be there all afternoon." Then Dex notices something about Angel: "Sorry, but what's with the highlights?" Angel explains that he was helping Lila paint her place. "Red. The color of the pasión." "Yeah, about Lila. It's probably better for everyone if she doesn't come along on Saturday." "Bro, I'm not stupid. Look, Lila's like my after-hours project. Besides, she should stay off the beach, skin like that." Word; she is pretty pasty. Angel heads inside as Jimenez's phone, which Dexter is now carrying, beeps. He opens it up, and the new message reads, "Paid 4 my lift ticket. Where's my snow? Don't make me come after U." "Sounds like Mr. Harlow is not only master of metaphor, but also inclined toward violent confrontation. Better find out who he is in case I have to deal with him." Sounds like a plan, Dex.