As Deb walks away, she passes Pascal in her car; she's on her cell, yelling at someone. I won't bore you with the details, because until it becomes relevant, I'm not going to justify her story line. LaGuerta walks up and knocks on her window, startling her. Pascal puts the phone down and rolls down the window. "FiancĂ©?" LaGuerta assumes out loud, then says, asserting herself, "How about you take off, and let me handle this?" Pascal says half-heartedly that she couldn't let her do that, but LaGuerta tells her she'll email the report to Pascal for signature, no problem. Pascal nods, and says she also wants the report on Deb's bar fight. "Maria," she says as LaGuerta walks away. LaGuerta turns around. "I owe you." Nice. You guys are buddies. Way to work that angle, LaGuerta!
Dexter, still standing by Eva's body, watches as a social worker carries Eva's daughter away, and flashes back to Harry carrying him out of the shipping container thirty-three years ago. Dexter and the girl lock eyes, and can't seem to break off. Angel walks up, and says, "Pobrecita, seeing her mother that way. Can you imagine that?" He doesn't have to, but you don't know that, Angel. "I can't even go there, Angel." Fade out. That's two fade-outs, by the way, something this show normally doesn't do. New editor, perhaps?
Later, in the evening, the coroner is finally loading Eva's body into their van, and Angel says to Dex, "This one's on us, bro." "If I had killed Chino last night, that little girl's mother would still be alive," Dex VOs. Some firemen start hosing down the street to get rid of the blood as Dex walks to his car. "I gotta find Chino before he finds me." Yeah, that's definitely a good plan, unless he's expecting you. Which he will be. Dexter starts driving, and there's another report on the radio about his bodies. "I have to focus, tune everything out. If I don't, being linked to my beautiful bodies of work will be the least of my worries." Headlights instantly blare into Dexter's rearview. "Shit! Little Chino. He was out there. The timing could be better. That, plus I don't have my tools, but it does give me the chance to tie up one massive loose end." Dexter weaves out of traffic into an alleyway, and the other car gives chase. He slams on the brakes, and gets out quickly after grabbing something from his glove compartment. He walks briskly to the other car, only to find Doakes waiting for him. "Oh, it's you, Sergeant," he says, shining his flashlight in Doakes's face. "Who else you got following you?" Doakes asks. "Apparently no one," Dexter responds, looking around to suggest that he could bludgeon Doakes with his huge flashlight. "Go ahead, try it. I've been waitin'." "This neighborhood is full of crazies," Dex says, shining the light in his own face, mockingly. "I'd lock my doors."