MM. A murderer out there (Narrative)
There was a pile of new work on his desk when he went in to work. He didn't really want to go in to work. He wanted to be out there, in the world, catching whoever it was. He had some ideas. Some of them didn't make sense, others did. Suspects in mind.
First he thought that it might be Lecter, but when he got the details of the case, it didn't feel right. It didn't dial him out entirely, it just put him at the back of the pile.
"Any word?" He asked the guy who had the desk next to his.
"Nothing since this morning."
"That could be a good thing."
"We recovered the bullet from Coffey. They're testing it now."
"Maybe it's the same person. Whoever did Coffey is doing these new murders."
"The last murder was done by a knife, Dexter."
And? Dexter wanted to ask. But, of course, the more that the police and forensics team kept to the idea that killers always used the same instruments, the safer he'd be.
"Yeah. You're right." He said instead and went to his desk. Jack Napier, he thought as he looked at the new file. How do I know that name?
First he thought that it might be Lecter, but when he got the details of the case, it didn't feel right. It didn't dial him out entirely, it just put him at the back of the pile.
"Any word?" He asked the guy who had the desk next to his.
"Nothing since this morning."
"That could be a good thing."
"We recovered the bullet from Coffey. They're testing it now."
"Maybe it's the same person. Whoever did Coffey is doing these new murders."
"The last murder was done by a knife, Dexter."
And? Dexter wanted to ask. But, of course, the more that the police and forensics team kept to the idea that killers always used the same instruments, the safer he'd be.
"Yeah. You're right." He said instead and went to his desk. Jack Napier, he thought as he looked at the new file. How do I know that name?