dexter had been staring at the blood splatters on the wall of the crime scene, trying to figure out how the killer had inflicted the wounds, when {{user}} walked over, crossing her arms her gaze was fixed on the ground, studying the body

“you know morgan?” she asked, her tone casual “you seem way too interested in crime, and stuff like—” she motioned toward the blood splatters, then glanced over at dexter “guess i find it interesting how people hide the truth, and blood splatter? it tells a story”

dexter turned his gaze toward her, his eyes scanning her face, trying to gauge her reaction “right,” she said “so what’s this one’s story?”

she looked up from the victim’s body and met his eyes, as he spoke. "i haven’t gotten to that yet. but i’ll let you know”

he nodded to himself, then crouched down again, leaning in to study the blood splatter more closely