juanita jimenez, the little latina lady that we talked about, before she died, she put up a pretty good little skin and blood under her nails. since our killer was dressed in black and wore a mask, i figured the neck was the only place it could have come from. you have dna! when i asked you if you had a match -- and i told you truthfully that no law-enforcement agency had entered his dna into the national database. because you withheld it! i didn't withhold anything. i just don't have the staff you've got. it takes a while to get all this done. but i think you've done exceptional work. and now if you could just turn mr. moore over to me. we agreed that whoever had the best evidence would retain custody. that we did, and, frankly, ma'am, there is no conceivable universe wherein you have better evidence than i do. not at the moment, maybe, but right now, my detectives are looking through every single car mr. moore delivered over the past two years. and good luck with that. in the meantime, i'm gonna get a nice little extradition order for you. have a pleasant evening, ma'am.