Inside, Miss Lefebvre can't bring herself to say the words Jason used in his fight last night with Dawn. Andy Bellefleur writes it down (BITCH -> GUNSHOT) and lets her go; she kindly calls him "Andy" as she goes, and he winces angrily. When you feel powerless, sometimes you need to express your power in other ways. If people don't recognize you as a detective, if they don't give you the respect you deserve, you have the option of taking it out one someone smaller, or weaker, or younger. When you're a policeman, for example, that includes everybody.

Well, almost everybody. We'll get there. But for the most part the police, the senator, the detective, the sheriff: they're the kings of this world. Ignore that at your peril, because they're the ones with the guns. And if they feel like, say, putting some cuffs on Jason Stackhouse and smashing his head against their car, then throwing him in the back seat onto his face, and slamming the door shut on him on a hot summer day... He puts on his shades; he can't even hear you know, asking for air conditioning. It's petulant and it's petty, but it's also a reestablishment of the rules of the world as he understands them. All you had to do was call him "Detective," but there's no way anybody could know that. Andy Bellefleur is a quiet, angry mystery. And he has all the power.

Jason leans back, uttering profanities in his irritation, but they immediately turn back to fear: the vial of V in his pocket. "Oh, fuck." He pulls out the vial and stares at it, looks around for a moment, and downs the whole thing. Oh man. He makes a nasty face, and shoves the vial deep between the car seats as Andy gets in and tells him to shut up before he can even rev up his whining. Sam drives up in his truck as they're leaving; Maxine smears Hoyt with sunblock ("Your skin's whiter than Desitin!") and he threatens to move out. She doesn't seem worried. At this point it seems clear that Hoyt is either going to die or go even crazier than Jason.

"Came as soon as I heard," Sam says, sitting next to Sookie on the porch. "I'm sorry you had to be the one to find her." Sookie allows as how somebody had to be the one. "I tell you, Sook, sometimes I don't even recognize this world we're living in. I mean, Goddamn it..." Sookie tells him to hush: "God didn't do this." He smiles and asks if he should shut down the bar, but she's not feeling it: why deny people a stiff drink on a day they need it? Besides, she says, she'd welcome the chance to work: "The last thing I need right now is time alone with my thoughts." Of course, he gives in, and she says she just has to stop home and tell Adele what happened. Not Dawn -- which everybody knows by now -- but Jason going back to jail for another dead girl. Another uniform arrives and asks Sam to let them into Dawn's storage unit. Apparently he's her landlord, and has a key.