At work, Rebecca's giving Kevin a hard time about his story: "You buried the lead so deep a bloodhound couldn't find it!" Kevin says he'll fix it and she can run it on the weekend. Rebecca: "Your descriptive powers were in full bloom, though." She grabs Randie's book off the desk and shows the author photo on the back to Kevin, asking, "Is this why you didn't come over last night, why you didn't even call?" Kevin: "Is that why you killed my piece?" Rebecca: "I asked you first." Man, they have more privacy in this workplace than most men have when they're donating sperm. I work at home alone and I don't have this much privacy. My neighbours, who barely know I exist, pay more attention to me than Kevin and Rebecca's coworkers do to them. Kevin shrugs, "I didn't do anything wrong!" Rebecca just looks at him. He says they haven't put any labels on their relationship yet. Dude? Not smart. She looks incredulous: "So you're saying that what happened between us -- it didn't mean anything?" Kevin: "No, I'm not saying that, I just...she kept coming on to me!" Rebecca puts her hands over her eyes and asks, "Do you think that I want to hear this? I am not your pal, or your sister." She storms off. Kevin follows her to her desk and says, "I felt like...a regular nineteen-year-old kid again. I never thought I'd feel like that...so...it didn't mean anything." Not that it helps much, but I sure hope he's talking about Randie there and not his relationship with Rebecca. Rebecca: "It did to me." Which I interpreted as meaning, "Whatever you did with her does mean something to me." Kevin pleads impatiently, "Come on..." Rebecca stands up: "You know, maybe this is my fault...for getting involved with a regular nineteen-year-old kid." She walks off. Kevin sighs in frustration.
Will's looking at some cases on his desk, one of which is the Timmins case that Toni's working on. A moment later, he comes out to where Toni and Roy are chatting, and announces, "Ladies and gentlemen, The Kid is back. I got your shooter. Three cold cases: all older, wealthy victims, single shot to the head, jewellery gone, no forced entry. Sound familiar?" Toni says it does. Will hands them a file saying, "And here's your link." Roy looks in the file: "Henley Motors?" Will explains that a particular mechanic repaired the car of each victim a week before each murder. Toni confirms that her victim recently had his car worked on at Henley Motors. Will says that the same name is on all of Henley's paperwork: Charles Newcomb. Will figures he copies the victims' keys. Toni: "Unbelievable. Great work, partner." Will thinks they're going to go nab the perp now, but Roy tells him he can't let him do that. Will: "But I cracked it. He's my collar." Roy says he's still not cleared: "I'll make sure you get full credit, though." Reggie knocks on the door and asks, "Anybody missing a genius?" Will: "Hey, son. You remember Detective Williams, Sheriff Roebuck." Toni doesn't say anything about the party as Luke and Roy shake hands. Roy tells him, "Your old man just cracked four homicides." Toni: "Three years we've been running up against the wall, and he does it sitting at his desk." She takes off. Luke asks his father if he's going to bring the guy in now. Will says, "They are." Roy adds as he leaves, "It was an amazing piece of detective work, Will." Luke shrugs and smiles nervously at his father.