Cutty dives into one of California's quieter circles of hell—the DMV—to chase a paper trail that might lead to his missing sister's stolen car. A bored state clerk cracks open the real scam behind Ayer Dada's "Temple of the Moon," and the hunt shifts from missing person to rigged game, with a fake holy man flipping pink slips and an ex-husband circling her gallery money. From fluorescent linoleum to the Oxnard marina, Cutty and Paula close in on the Rising Moon, a yacht with a newly painted name on the transom and a dirty history. There's cult muscle on the dock, cold harbor water under the planks, and one dangerous declaration from Paula that changes what "soul mate" means when someone's already in too deep.