Mars Investigations. Veronica's checking a used-car website when Keith arrives with a yearbook. Veronica says that she's seen his yearbook, and that while the feather-haired Rick Springfield look worked for Keith, she doesn't need to see it now. I feel safe in saying she'd be outvoted on that matter, by a margin of the current population of the world minus one to one. Anyway, Keith says that it's Kendall Shiflet's yearbook, and when Veronica opens it to the relevant page, she learns that Kendall Shiflet doesn't look anything like our Kendall; however, an older student named "Priscilla Banks" does. This is all very Body Heat, and given the parallels, I'd suggest that Charisma Carpenter take good care of herself, because the last time I saw Kathleen Turner...well, let's just say anyone who feels getting to sleep at night is too easy should perhaps check, um, "her" out these days. Moreover, our Kendall killed the real Kendall in a car accident. Veronica: "The lengths a woman will go to to shave a few years off her age." Now if we find the other two people Kendall must have killed, we'll really be in business. Keith demurs, saying that Kendall probably changed her name because of the six months she spent in prison for "wire fraud."

At this moment, Veronica gets an IM from someone (we never do find out who, for the record) saying that he knows where the green Barracuda is, and that if she PayPals him the reward, he'll send the address. Keith proudly tells her to admit it: "The old man's got some PI chops." Without looking up from the computer (as she asks the guy for his email address), Veronica nods, all, "Yes, Timmy, that drawing made from your own snot is lovely. Now go play with your imaginary friend." This is one weird father-daughter relationship. Keith deflates, as approval is denied, and then Veronica rushes out the door. Well, I thought you did great, Keith. Have a cookie.

Veronica pulls up to a somewhat seedy-looking apartment complex. Cut to Veronica anxiously knocking on the door, as VMVO notes that bringing a bat or a large stick might have been well-advised. Or some sort of protective attack dog -- too bad you don't have one. An oldish woman with dark glasses answers, and Veronica hesitantly asks about the car, prompting the woman to show us her milky eyes and claim that she hasn't seen anything since her cataracts came back. The woman, with a hint of an Irish accent, goes on to say that the car is hers, but that it belonged to her dear departed husband, and it's staying in her garage until she croaks. She excuses herself, as she's missing "Vanna and Pat." VMVO wonders what enjoyment the blind get out of Wheel Of Fortune. I'll leave aside the somewhat unenlightened viewpoint to opine that the blind are going to take a bigger and bigger share of Wheel's audience, if the way "Pat" is aging is any indication.