Leaving the station with a guy in a suit and tie who must be her dad, the shoplifting suspect tells him that her mom hasn't been home for two days. She makes up a lame excuse about how she wasn't stealing, which he totally accepts because it's easier than actually dealing with her. She asks how much bail was, and all he says is that it's more than her mom can afford. But, it's not that he isn't going to shake her down for it.
As they get to his car, she asks to stay with him, but gets shot down. "Heather's not used to kids," he says. If Heather isn't some dangerous animal for which he has irrevocable responsibility, that's a bullshit answer. But she seems to accept that, and decides to walk home. Dad puts up the weakest possible protest before admitting, "I do have an appointment in twenty." Still, he's enough of a mensch to go to the trouble of walking around the car to her and saying, "We're good, right?" before driving off and leaving her on foot in a police station parking lot. Yeah, "good" is the word I'd go with there.
Cross is in the hallway outside Maria's hospital room, where there's a guard posted by the door. The doctor says she'll be out for a while longer, and has only uttered a few words like the Spanish for "help me" and "water." Those things are already happening, Maria, do try to keep up. After the doctor goes on her way, Cross sits down a couple of chairs away from Daniel Frye, who just wrapped up a phone call. Don't ask me what he's doing here, waiting around like a family member. Cross asks who it was on the phone, not that it's her business (as Frye points out), and asks if it was "him," which would be. Even Frye smirks, "If it was, I would have to tell you, wouldn't I?"
And now we know the cause of his fall from the professional heights of investigative journalism: his failure to master the subjunctive. "Doesn't mean that you would," Cross points out, which he doesn't deny. Cross doesn't get why the killer hasn't called in two days. Yeah, he seems to have his own schedule, Detective. "Maybe he's resting on his laurels," Frye guesses. "To make you and the feds look like a bunch of chumps."
Actually, having found Maria means that Cross is pretty much the only one who came out of last week's debacle looking decent, even if the killer deliberately positioned Maria where the shadow of the oil pump would fall on her later in the day, as I suspect. But Cross is offended enough to change the subject, saying, "You do a lot of drugs, don't you?" Frye doesn't deny that either, and when she asks why that is, he refuses to tell her. For about eight seconds, that is, before explaining, "'Cause they're there, and they're fun, and they make you hate yourself just a liiiiiitle bit less." He chuckles as he gets up to go, patting her companionably on the leg on his way. She doesn't seem to have appreciated the gesture.