In her car, Veronica tells Icetwin that she talked to a buddy of hers named Earl, at the impound yard, but that he didn't have a lead on Icetwin's BMW. She theorizes that if going to Tijuana was Logan's idea, he could have intended to steal the car all along. That seems like a lot of effort for a guy whose parents are multi-multi millionaires, but who still couldn't be bothered to get a better girlfriend than Paris Hilton. Icetwin says that's not how it went down, prompting Veronica to inquire as to what was on the agenda of the night in question. Icetwin jokes about "delet[ing] the records of the black voters of Florida." While I'm glad to see my own political beliefs are aligned with whoever wrote that line, I can't really laugh at it. There are few things I can't even talk about rationally, but the unconscionably systematic effort to deprive people of the right to vote in a country that was born of a war over taxation without representation is certainly one of them. (If that sounded relatively calm, let me assure you that I destroyed a couple of stress balls just getting through that sentence.) Veronica asks if there's anything else, causing the playful tone to be swatted out of the car by Icetwin's hackles going up. She clarifies that anything unusual about the evening he can tell her will increase her chances of finding the car. Well, there was that donkey show...er, that's probably not going to help. Icetwin apologizes, and they both look worried.