"Technically I work for the cops. I'm a forensic specialist. Blood spatter. But." Dexter swallowed, trying to judge how Betty would react. "That's not the kind of work I mean."
There had to be a really easy way to say this, didn't there? Something that he could say that, if overheard by other people, wouldn't get him into trouble.
Ah yes.
He supposed there was.
"She reaped for me."
Betty of all people would understand that. Dexter had no doubt about it.