Dexter carried the sleeping body of your father out to his car, and stuffed it into the trunk. He’d waited until your father left the supermarket to sedate him and put him in his car to take to the kill room. Your father was a killer, and the police did nothing about it, but the Bay Harbor Butcher would.

He shut his trunk and turned back to glance at the entrance of the supermarket, and saw you walk out, looking for someone.