Because it's the sort of place a manic pixie dream girl would put her version of a nanny cam?

Up until the end of that exchange between Trevor and Stone, I was thinking Duane Reed actually would be a clever pseudonym for a drug dealer. It doesn't sound like dealing was on the guy's rap sheet though, so I guess it is his real name.

Well, that and the fact that none of the blood in the bedroom will turn out to belong to Naz, which, if he did cut himself in the act of stabbing her, is impossible.

If he was sweating a good deal and they were rolling around on the bed, I can see the blood being wiped off on the sheets during the sex (and it's not like you'd be able to tell which of those blood smears were transfered innocently from Naz and which came directly from her).

Even more than that for me, strangely, was the scene with the television. At least the guy he kicked into a pulp provoked him to some extent. With the TV scene, he's just straight being a dick because he knows he can now, he knows no one will call him on it. With Freddie's protection, he doesn't have to be polite or…

He's going to fall in love with that cat, allergies be damned. He's already clearly getting the spoil-the-cat bug, because really, give that cat a cardboard box and a catnip mouse and he'd be perfectly happy, but he bought an ARMLOAD of little jingly balls and feathery bits and catnip mice, so he's clearly a goner…

I think that's what Stone meant for it to be, though, even if Chandra doesn't grasp the implications of the information yet (my guess is, once she starts reading, she's going to figure it out and start doing some investigating of her own, or call Stone to see if he's found anything further).

I don't even think it's necessarily just to smear the victim though… I mean, figuring out WHY someone might have gotten killed seems almost as important as HOW they got killed in figuring out who actually did it. Get the know the victim and you have a better chance of figuring out who wanted her dead.

Or the cat wasn't done with his outdoor nightly cat adventures, and wasn't around when the killer came in through the open backdoor.

Yeah, I'd probably make the same choice if it was me in his shoes. Spending essentially your entire adult life in prison for a violent crime and then getting thrown out into the world labelled a violent ex-con with no help at 35 (if he even survives that long), when every one he knows thinks he brutally killed a girl…

Or else the cat just ends up being Stone's redemption when he fails to keep Nas from getting railroaded by the system.

I'm kind of wondering if the fact that he has a picture of her crime scene isn't a bit of an indication that HE is the actual killer, and he's just making up the story about the other dude who got off on a technicality to make himself look better than Nas (particularly since we've seen how guys who kill young women…

Oh man, that would be the biggest example of unreliable narration I've ever seen… that would be rough to pull off in a way that didn't end up feeling like a "…and it was all a dream" cop out.

Yeah, Andrea didn't seem like she'd have been a particularly responsible pet owner, but she totally seemed like the type who'd have one anyway.

Yeah, I saw him as basically a freelancer just trying to make a living. The show has shown us that he has a decent apartment, but his kid in clearly in college, he has a chronic medical condition (that he treats with at home remedies rather than expensive drugs), and after his talk with the DA, we also know he…

And I'm sure it's not the only outdoor but not feral cat in a neighborhood that nice. Some animal lover would probably have food and water out for the local kitties.

Especially because the veal kind of pulled me out of the show… WTF is Freddie going to do with raw veal in his cell? Does he have a hotplate and seasonings (or whatever you use on veal) in there in addition to the mini fridge? Is he just going to pet it and enjoy its silkiness until it goes bad?

I feel like the show might use the handling of forensic evidence to showcase to us (again) just how much crime shows on TV have effed up our understanding of how the legal system really works. DNA testing is slow and expensive, and in a case with a really pretty good suspect right off the bat, who isn't someone famous…

He'd better. The look on his face as the terrified kitty was taken back into that dark hallway full of faceless, barking dogs… if he's half the person the show is trying to indicate to us he is, he'd better come back and get that cat and just learn to take his antihistamines.

And if he's wearing Saran wrap on his feet, why can't he wear shoes and socks over it? It's not like his skin can breathe through all that plastic anyway, the sandals just seem like a hair shirt at that point.