“Dexter Morgan?. I have heard a bit about you, well mostly from Dokes. But also from your sister Debra. You are one of the best DNA analysis on this police team.” Emma said softly. In truth she was curious on why Dexter acted in that order, but perhaps it was the morning?.
She nodded upon Dexter offer and agreed that today was another busy day. Considering the whole town is scared hell less at the new serial killer. Leaving female bodies chop up with not trace of any evidence. This killer was smart and wanted to be known. But for what?. Was it targeted for someone?. Emma had many ideas but each one brought a dead end. Except for one idea, she wanted to express it to someone. But they would probably look at her as a crazy woman.
“It’s better then nothing. But wouldn’t you come along?. A complete stranger going into your car, just to look for a shirt?. Isn’t it invading your privacy?.”
{ she knows who I am }
dexter took a second to actually take in who he was speaking with. now he could see the lanyard around her neck, the miami metro badge obvious.
{ of course she does. she’s one of us. I just hope she doesn’t take doakes too seriously. }
“don’t let masuka hear you say that,” he joked.
his head wasn’t clear. telling someone you have a shirt and then leaving is not how you end the situation. not that it would be ending at all. the two would be headed in the same direction, and working in the same spaces. he sighed.
“you’re right! in a rush, not thinking straight,” he pointed to his head, a lopsided smile appearing on his face.
{ the last thing I want right now is a colleague going through my car }
he pulled the keys from his pockets and pressed the button to unlock it, before walking back to the car. the spare change of clothes were in a bag in the trunk.
“y’know, you should remember to bring your own. homicide can get messy. even if you aren’t directly involved with the blood work.”
he opened the trunk and pulled a folded shirt from the bag. thankfully nothing incriminating lay inside. his knives were safely back in the secret drawer of his father’s trunk and the needles were in the glovebox.
“if that won’t work I’m sure deb could lend you something.”
