Alicia is somewhat nervously serving breakfast to her two sons when there's a knock on the door. It's Keith, bearing donuts and overly enthusiastic smiles. Wallace happily bites into one and is like, "Keith Mars for sheriff." Well, of course Keith would know where to get the best donuts. How else would he expect to keep his deputies in line?
Veronica catches Wallace at their lockers. She asks if Keith spent the night and, upon hearing an affirmative, asks if he did the "AM donut fake-out run." Hee. I love that the Mars Spy vs. Spy game is ongoing, if somewhat more innocent now. Wallace shows her the bag and asks if she wants one, but she declines. Jackie then appears and slaps Wallace's ass. Boy, Veronica must really hate her if she preemptively lost her appetite. Jackie, joking around, asks if Wallace is really a basketball star, and Veronica tightly confirms that he is. Wallace and Jackie ignore Veronica and walk off with their arms around each other as Veronica looks like she's going to chew off her own lip. Grab one of those donuts, Veronica. I'm sure you know Wallace's locker combination, and it looks like an emergency.
Chicago Dude is skulking around the Fennel house. I should mention, since I neglected to do so last recap, that the guy is played by Cress Williams, once of recurring fame as D'Shawn Hardell on 90210. Cress tries to force a window, but Keith snaps a bunch of photos of him and tells him to smile: "Oh yeah, work it, work it!" Well, if we can have Naima on Veronica Mars, I think it's only fair that Keith could show up for an episode of America's Next Top Model. They just have to promise he won't be decapitated in a freak runway "accident" that was meant for someone else. Hey, it could happen. Cress takes a menacing step forward, but Keith easily pulls his jacket open to reveal his sidearm. You don't want to play Just Shoot Me here, Cress. Trust me. Cress identifies Keith as the former sheriff, private detective, and "author." Keith in turn IDs Cress as "Carl Morgan," and mentions that he did a three-year stint in prison on drug and assault-and-battery charges: "We should really give our publicists pats on the back." Well, if that's the job Carl's is doing for him, he might just as soon get thrown out a window. Carl says he expected Keith to become a problem at some point, and Keith snaps that there's a flight to Chicago leaving San Diego that afternoon, and that Carl should be on it: "The next time I shoot you, it won't be digitally. Unless I hit you in the finger -- then we'll have a big laugh about it." Carl chuckles heartily, and given the pairing of events Keith just mentioned, you'd think he wouldn't be so anxious to get the laughing part out of the way. He then says that Keith's "old lady" took something of his: "I'm not leavin' 'till I get it back." He starts to go, and Keith calls out that Alicia's not his old lady, but his special lady friend. Heh. Keith watches Carl go inscrutably.