"Business. Always business." -- The Greek. Yeah, but when you kill an associate by cutting his throat, that's at least a little bit personal.
Detail office. Daniels is being briefed by his troops, and is asking, as we join them, whether there was anything at Spiros's house. Lester says that Spiros won't be back there. The car they'd tagged with the GPS is still abandoned at the parking garage, and he's not using his cell phone or PDA. Kima surmises that either the raids or the follow "sent him underground." Daniels picks up the photo of Spiros and Briefcase and asks what the deal is with this Rados dude. Lester recaps (leave it to the professionals) that he had rented the hotel room, but checked out right after he met there with Spiros. McNulty adds that Fitz is running him through every database he has access to, but that they haven't turned up anything yet but a D.C. driver's license. Not D.C.! Certainly he can't be counted on to have any morals when his home non-state doesn't even merit voting representation in Congress! Beadie pokes her head in the door to say that there's a call for Lester from Homicide. Maybe after his dressing-down from Daniels, Jay sent the whole division an email blast regarding anyone or anything named "Sobotka." Fine, that doesn't happen now -- but Jay still should have done that. In a moment of tragic irony, Kima comments, "Maybe Sobotka knows him. When Sobotka comes in today, maybe he gives us a line on every last Greek." Yeah, um. Maybe! Maybe he'll fly there on wings of pierogies to unburden himself, too!
In the next room, Lester gets on the phone. The camera cuts to a fax machine at Homicide, as several photos of naked dudes come through, and we hear Jay telling Lester that his request has been met; he has reports of thirteen corpses right now, from VICAP, but that it'll be more than four fozen if they make a nationwide search. Lester can't believe it's that many, and Jay chuckles that they're "policing a culture in moral decline." Ha ha ha, sociopaths! Anyway, Jay offers to send a uniformed officer over to the Southeast district office with the pictures, and Lester hangs up, dismayed at...life.