I’d heard all about the killer from television alone and a large collection of news articles. Tattle Crime seemed to be the most alerting of sources – but none of these articles peaked my interest more than the imagery that came with them. The last time I was excited about another killers work was when I was trailing around my brothers clues all over Miami’s old-to-new landmarks. The Ice Truck Killer was an artist , and from what evidence I can see now, the monster residing in Massachusetts was driven by his own sick passions.
After Ritas death, I’d felt a void in my life that only the biggest and baddest out there could possibly fill. Deb feeds me sympathy, Angel and LeGuerta share these saddened little gazes across the room. It’s perfect really – I can take a leave of absence and they just shake their heads and allow it, noting it as a stage of grief. It’s not that I don’t feel the change, the emptiness that Rita left behind – it’s just that my urges are far stronger.
It didn’t really come to a surprise for me when I decided to take a plane out to pursue my own little investigation — Harrison being left in caring arms , arms unlike mine when the dark passenger has taken hold and won’t let go. I’ve had to buy new clothes, essentials for weather that is much cooler than the Sunshine states, and luckily my license has allowed me to bring along my needed tools like the M99 tranquilizer and the blades aligned in a perfect assortment. The ‘i’m hunting with some friends’ card didn’t hurt much either. It was almost too easy, but now I see my lucks run out.
Dexter had been picking around a crime scene at a very late hour, his eyes taking notice of the very little blood spatter in the room. This Ripper was very neat, precise, and probably had perfected this art ages ago. Something that Dexter currently wasn’t, his mind still askew from recent events — a loss of a life he thought he knew and understood. The moment he heard the footsteps all too late, eyes having deducing the body and it’s dramatically placed condition ; he’d frozen up, green eyes towards the door once he noticed two cold ones staring right back but for merely a second.
A second was all it took to recognize the monster in the doorway — though not the same it was almost as if a mirror was placed between him and the other ; two serial killers with separate agendas but the result always the same. I found you. The other could have ratted him out to his colleague in the doorway , but just like Dexter having been in Miami Metro all this time and picking off leads , he was also keeping Dexter to himself.
Dinner? You’re a mean one Mr. Monster.His thoughts were dripping with sarcasm but they did not lack the caution — watching both men, or hearing them finally leave the presence of the hallway. Dexter kept the location and restaurant in mind , intrigue as sharp as when The Ice Truck Killer was at large. It was strange having this feeling again, but unlike before this one isn’t his brother. I will not hesitate.
I had packed finer clothing, more as a precaution with spontaneous events than with a mind-set to actually wear them. These clothes were more funeral-suited, but perhaps they would be perfect with the man I would be seated across from — death being something he and I are both inclined to. I almost didn’t come here, unfamiliar with the state in itself and even more-so with it’s collection of murderers. Don’t fear the Ripper.
There he is. Dexter had stepped inside the restaurant and it’s enriching ambiance, eyes finding the man from the night before with ease. It was as if his could just feel him there, death thick in the air and growing thicker as he stepped further and further inside. The others eyes were venomous perhaps by nature, violet and sophisticated. Dexter only new a hand full of truly sophisticated killers in his time — this one is going to be a difficult one to kill.
"You have very rich tastes," Dexter pulled out a seat across from the man, eyes never leaving his , "— surprising that you would want me as company." He smirked slightly before his features drew back into their cold state. Maybe I’ll purchase some finer plastic.
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