Meanwhile, on the outside…Nick's in an apartment, noting that when the Document Fairy dropped off the medical records that delayed Lincoln's execution, he or she neglected to leave any contact information. Why Nick is surprised by this is a mystery: isn't the point to a conspiracy that all sorts of people come crawling out of the woodwork to lob non-contextual information at confused stooges? Veronica points out, "Without a name or a paper trail, we have no way to get to him." "So once again, we got nothing," LJ summarizes. Veronica points out, "I wouldn't exactly call a two-week stay 'nothing.' It's more than we had yesterday." LJ speaks for skeptics nationwide when he asks Veronica, "Do you really think you'll get down to the bottom of this?" The only difference between him and us is that he thinks external forces -- as opposed to natural limitations -- will be the hampering factor. Nick points out, "The law is the only way to bring them to justice, LJ." The boy replies, "They gunned my mother down. You think I give a damn about justice? I want them -- I want to do to them what they did to me." Veronica gives a pep talk with, "They're going to slip up. They're going to leave a piece of evidence that can't be refuted and we're going to be waiting to nail them when they do." Nick points out that perhaps Quinn out at the Unalawyer's cabin is either A) said slip-up, or B) said evidence.

Field trip! The bloodhound gang heads over to the well, and Nick notices that it's been covered up. Veronica erroneously concludes that someone must have already come for Quinn. As the snow comes down gently, Nick concludes that there's no better time to poke around an abandoned well than in wet and freezing weather. He lifts off the well cover, and only then does it hit them that perhaps that putrescent smell wafting on the breeze could be connected to the corpse below. Quinn died with cell phone in hand. Veronica and Nick both look at LJ.

That poor kid. He's been shot at, framed for his mom's murder, unable to visit his dad, forced to hang out with Nick and Veronica, and now this? Also -- while LJ is a teenager and therefore still possessed of a metabolism that would keep him skinny, Veronica is still smaller and lighter. It makes more sense to make her go get the phone. But poor LJ's being lowered into the well by Nick -- Veronica's sole contribution is to sit around and look really really really concerned -- and he quickly grabs the phone. As he's waiting to be pulled back up, he looks over at a wall. Quinn apparently had the wherewithal to scratch "KELLERMAN," then beneath it "O. KRAVECKI." And that is why Kellerman ought to have shot Quinn or dropped a really heavy rock on his head. Dead men write no graffiti.