Dexter followed his gaze over the cliff edge, still calm.
"No, afraid you must be mistaken," he said calmly, as if the bags of body parts weren't even there. "Been by myself all night, just enjoying this California weather."
He turned and looked again at the guy, his expression still pleasant, even if his mind was racing.
He knows. Dammit Harry, why did you never prepare me for this? It would be so easy to kill him, protect my secret. But if he doesn't fall under the Code can I do it? Where's my insane ex girlfriend when I need her? Oh yeah, I stabbed her in the heart. Oops.
"Freak?" He had to laugh at that. And just when he thought he'd never hear anyone else call him that again. He missed Doakes, he'd been fun. "I'm afraid I don't know what you're talking about."