Bowling! Veronica asks a guy behind the desk for help, and he directs her to the lane with the shirts in question. VMVO: "The One-Eyed Ducks, perennial champs, Lane 5." After a quick survey, Veronica spots the guy who fits the body in the photograph, who's up taking his turn. He strikes, and then falls to the ground in celebration. In case you can't smell the exact cut of ham this is, it's Vinnie Vanlowe, last seen transporting Duncan and baby Lilly to an unknown destination in Mexico. Veronica watches, amused, and then Vinnie sees her and gives her a small salute. And what I learned from this scene is that when you see the guy who most immediately reminds you of the love of your life from whom fate so cruelly separated you, the resultant emotional reaction is best conveyed with a wry smile.

Vinnie gets a beer and offers Veronica one, since it's dollar draft night. Veronica: "Vinnie, this is not 'Nam. This is bowling. There are rules." She asks him what he can tell her...he cuts her off, saying "Nothing," and I'm in shock that he didn't tell her to "mark it zero." They are at a league game, after all. Vinnie claims that Heidi's name doesn't ring a bell, but Veronica speculates that Vinnie was doing a "little pre-nup background check," so I hope one of Heidi's many uses of her maxed credit cards didn't come at the tattoo parlor. Er, two of those many uses, I should say. Anyway, Vinnie is totally unforthcoming, citing PI-client privilege, and calling Veronica "Curious Georgette" before going back to his game, frustrating her. He's not wrong, Veronica. He's just an asshole.