Dexter knew the case that he was being told about intimately. He moved his wheeled stool to the other side of the small room and his filing cabinet. If it was, in fact, his, then that particular file would be here.
"I don't need it. I remember. I was part of it. Both the investigating team and one of the people who died."
He flipped through the files in his bottom drawer, those things that he'd found curious or didn't end up being solved for whatever reason. Things that needed to have ease of access and found what he was looking for. He pulled it out, then pushed back to where he'd been sitting before and where the detective was standing.
"It's got all the names and blood spatter analysis of the victims, including me." He held it out. "We were told to not look into it more after the people came back. It came down from on high that since people were alive, there was no case. Which makes sense. I do wonder why nobody wanted to catch the killer, though. Why are you looking into it now?"