In his office, Fancy asks why Jay didn't mention that he liked a guy for the seven homicides. "Slipped his mind," Sip grumps. Oh, I love it when Sip's in a bad mood.
Di and Kirky come in to the office, each saying hi to Gay John, who actually gets a line and says hi back, with much gravity to Kirky. She also has a message, which he hands over and then folds his hands, like it's the Message of Doom or something. It is, in a way: Don's been arrested. Kirky asks if she can see him, and then asks Di to let the boss know that even though he was SUPPOSED to leave town, her loser ex has been arrested, and whoops...here comes Fancy. Di is all, "I'll bring the boss up to speed," and Kirky splits. Fancy asks, "You wanna tell me what that was all about?" Because if Kirky tipped Don off she could be in BIG TROUBLE, and she did, so she is. Fancy mentions something about trying to save her job now, and Di looks nervous as she says, "I don't know what she meant!" Fancy looks twice his normal size when he's mad. Gay John just wrings his hands, all Greek-chorus-y as usual.
Martinez comes up to Medavoy and tells him, "The DOA with the broken neck? Has a bunch of petty larceny arrests." Medavoy is all, "I expect people to read my mind." Huh? says Martinez. Medavoy is talking about the pretty paramedic. Martinez makes a crack about the advances in modern technology that might enable Medavoy to get in touch with her. Excellent point! I hate wimps who can't make moves. In walks a uniform cop and a guy blabbering away on a cell phone in Spanish? Arabic? I can't tell. The cell phone guy had $10,000 worth of merchandise stolen out of the warehouse where the DOA got his neck broken. A connection, perhaps? The merch included forty to fifty pairs of leather pants and some silk shirts. Perhaps indeed. Wait, the cell phone guy has a call coming in. It's his cousin! He knows where they're selling some stuff on the street right now! I totally believe this because an old friend of mine had a huge tribe of cousins and you could not travel anywhere in the five boroughs without running into one (or more) of them. We'd be driving around the Bronx and hear a horn honking like crazy and it'd be this Wise potato chip truck and a guy would jump out with bags of chips and it'd be my friend's cousin. And the like. The perks of being in a large family. And these were the days before cell phones! So let's go bust the guys selling stuff out of their trunk! But leave the cell phone guy at the precinct, he's too mad. He wants to put a hurting on whomever stole his leather pants.