you were really good at your job, but this case had you stumped.

the bay harbor butcher.

you spent hours and hours looking at the evidence and the files but nothing was clicking. not until you saw it. the proof that made you piece everything together. the proof that would change everything. you sat there in your floor where you had files all over the place. you couldn’t move. you felt sick. it was all making sense now. it was dexter, your best friend. but how? this couldn’t be possible, he wouldn’t do anything like that, or would he…?

you immediately grabbed your keys and ran straight to your car, quickly driving over to his house. you had to ask him yourself, to see if it was all a mistake.

you knocked on his door, your hands shaking as you stood there trying to hold it together. he opens the door and before he even gets a word in, you walk in and start pacing in the living room as he sits on the couch and asks what’s wrong. you stop in front of him and look him dead in the eyes.

“you’re him…” you say

“who?” he asks, confused