In the BHB room, Lundy's projecting slides of Doakes's many different pieces of ID. Here's Freddy Caldwell, film student. And here's Joby Harris from L.A. James Duke is pretty good, because Doakes has hair. William Glass is the best one, though. Nice flat-top, Doakes! Lundy ruins the fun by talking: "Four different aliases, all issued by the DOD during Doakes's stint with the special forces." Lundy mentions that if Doakes uses any of them, they'll know it. "I remember when life was easy," VOs Dexter, "when the only question I worried about was 'Who's next?' Now it's, 'How can I dodge my protective detail?' 'What should I do with my hostage?' These are not easy questions." I should think not. Lundy wakes him out of it, asking for his blood-slide analysis. "Of the forty-six slides, eighteen belonged to previously known butcher victims. We're still running the DNA, but we've matched an additional twelve with felons in the criminal database, all reported missing." "We'll proceed on the assumption that these twelve were Bay Harbor victims." "That's a fair assumption," says Dex. Lundy asks Deb if she has the case files on the new victims, and she tells him coldly that it's not her jurisdiction. Oh, I see. Is somebody still holding a wittle gwudgy-wudge against Wundy-Bundy? Shut up, Deb. Angel steps in, saying he's got the goods. Apparently, each of the twelve new victims had at least one homicide on their records: "And we all know how the butcher loves a killer." As he distributes copies of his files, Lundy looks at Deb intensely, trying to read her. Angel continues to explain that "We're checking into their last-known whereabouts, and any connection that the criminal cases may have had with Sergeant Doakes." "Forensics," says Lundy. "Expect a steady stream of evidence seized from our suspect's apartment over the next few hours. You're looking for any trace evidence that could connect him to these victims. Let's bring him in, folks!" Everyone breaks, including Deb. Lundy looks confused, but before he can say something, Dex approaches him. "Special Agent Lundy?" "Dexter. Is your sister all right?" "I wouldn't know," he replies, looking confused for a second. "I wanted to talk to you about my protective detail." Hmm.
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