Back from the break, Sam's leapt from the corpse's side to perform a giddy little pee-pee dance of deductive-reasoning glee. You see, he's figured it all out: "Claire's not a vengeful spirit, she's a death omen!" Linda, on behalf of the audience, is all, "A death in the what, now?" so Sam elaborates. "Claire's not killing anyone. She's trying to warn them. You see, sometimes spirits don't want vengeance, they want justice, which is why she led us here in the first place -- she wants us to know who her killer is." Linda's face falls. "Well, you know," Raoul notes, "further than it's fallen thus far over the course of her 'career.'" Raoul! Shame on you! She's one of the most engaging guest actresses they've has thus far this season! How could you be so ageist? "Glass houses," Raoul testily replies. Again, I think I hate it when Raoul has a point. Anyway, Sam delicately inquires, "Detective, how much do you know about your partner?" "Oh, my God," Linda breathes, suddenly realizing something. About a year ago, you see, a stash of heroin went missing from Lockup, and everyone knew it was an inside job, but no one could figure out who, precisely, was responsible. However, logic dictates that whomever was responsible would require a fence -- a fence like the late, unlamented Claire Becker. Linda gapes. D'OH!

Somewhere deep in rural wilds surrounding Baltimore, Detective Show Killer's transporting the "extradited" Dean to St. Louis himself in a big county police van, and no one at the precinct would have allowed this to happen, because not only has Dean not been arraigned on anything at all, even after that arraignment he would then have to waive extradition, and since none of that can happen overnight FOR CHRIST'S SAKE, and because there are five and a half minutes left in this episode, I'm going to skip this scene and its ludicrous premise entirely, okay? Good. MOVING ON.