Meanwhile, Savino's meeting with D.A. Reynolds, who's got some bad news for him. According to his good Washington source, Diane Desmond is working with the feds. "Diane's a crazy broad, but she'd never turn." Drug charges can turn a girl like a top, says Reynolds, especially when she's got a Hollywood career to protect. Savino asks if he's sure, and Reynolds asks how else she'd be able to get her federal drug charges to go away in one day with one call. "She's here to get info. Take you down. To take you all down."
Over at the church, Seger tells the Lambs that the Lord brought her to Merrick because he was suffering very deeply. Ralph's all, "Yeah, and the string of felony narcotics charges?" Seger tells a story about a father who played coronet for all the big bandleaders and started doing junk, while mama put dope in her baby bottles to settle herself down. And then one day she found Jesus. As did Merrick, who apparently got tired of turning God's country -- which had cured his tuberculosis -- into the devil's playground, so he had decided to shut his business and devote his life to God after one last project: "Our church," says Seger.
The Lambs leave, speculating on whether she had anything to do with the murder. Probably not, they figure, because it sounds like Merrick was turning over everything to her. His business partners probably wouldn't be too happy about that, nor his wife. Maybe the Lambs should be asking for some sort of confirmation instead of just believing the story of whoever it is they've spoken to most recently?
Over at the Savoy, Savino is staring at Desmond and Rizzo when Dixon strolls up and says, "Found your traitor," and Savino is all discombobulated, and Dixon says, "Sorry, my turn of phrase inadvertently resonates with your other subplot, but what I meant to say is I found your thief."
The bad news is the thief got away, but he left his calling card -- a hotel key that's too new to be in use yet, so Dixon has already figured out it was a locksmith who recently did some work and he's already been arrested. "I think he was just glad it was us who picked him up, not you."
Savino's so pleased he brings Dixon to a nice upstairs suite that's his for the night as a reward. Dixon looks out over the strip and says things look different from up here. "The way you see things always depends on where you're looking from," says Savino, while my eye-rolling workout starts getting intense. Dixon reluctantly declines though, since his dad the sheriff is all moral about taking gifts from a gangster -- I mean, "for public service." Savino smoothly suggests he spend a little time in the suite anyway and walks out, leaving the key on the coffee table, smiling to himself.