Kane and Abby in the season 3 trailer
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Kane and Abby in the season 3 trailer
“Happy Hanukkah!”
“Happy Hanukkah indeed, Miss Parrish.”
dexter caine // a character study
Danny stopped, not making a fuss as the cop caught up. “I…” he had no fucking clue what the right thing to do was. “All I know is my friends are missin’ and I ain’t gonna stand around when I could be out lookin’.”
Dexter went quiet for a moment. All these missing people brought him back to Iraq, and how he was tortured. He hoped and hoped that the two Chris’ and James weren’t going through anything like that. After he took a deep breath and composed himself, he straightened his back and cleared his throat. “We have eye witness reports of a black van that took Sterling. Same one took Pierce. Matte paint job. Only one within Summit County and it’s in Dillon. There are a few more that have been registered in Jefferson county, three in Lakeside, two in Littleton, and two in Lakewood. That’s all I can tell you without getting my head chewed off.”
Danny didn’t know if he was close to crying to screaming. “You know Pierce talks a tough game but he’s– and little Chris—…” he shook his head. Danny turned, and set off… heading straight for the Den. If he talked to a cop he’d get everyone killed, but he couldn’t just wait around doing nothing.
Brows furrowed watching Daniel walk away. Dexter turned towards another cop, telling him to keep watch. He caught up with Daniel, catching his arm to make him stop. “Mr. Hoffman, it sounds like you know something. If you do, you need to tell us so we can better do our job in finding them.”
“No–no,” he shook his head, and when the number dialled could not be reached he began to lose it a little. “No–FUCK.”
Watching him, the hard look on his face faltered a bit and turned soft. Letting out a small sigh, he closed the notebook in his hand and looked Daniel straight in the eye, voice reassuring and soft. “We’ll find them. We’ll find them all. Don’t give up on him-- or them.”
“Wait – what? Pierce?” Danny came alive. Sterling made sense given his kidnapping, but… “why the hell would…” He grabbed his phone and started to dial Chris Pierce’s number.
“Pierce,” he nodded, an eyebrow raising. “Left a voicemail for a one.... Christine Foster, telling her if he didn’t call her back within the next twenty-four hours to report him as missing. ....It’s been twenty-four hours.”
The constant, insistent knocking had woken Ophelia up, and when Ophelia is woken up before she wants to wake up, she is not a happy person. Ophelia grumbled as she made her way to the door and opened it with a harsh pull. “What is it? This had better be good and let’s be clear I don’t take walk-ins.”
“Good. I’m a married man.” Dexter pulled a tight smile. “I need to ask you a few questions, Miss Cooper.”
His spine straightened a little at being called Mr. Hoffman, as if wanting to behave. “Someone get the crap beaten out of ‘em, huh?”
“As a matter of fact, they did.” He pointed to the knuckles. “Blood. For all we know, it could be Christopher Sterling’s, Christopher Pierce’s, or James Stephenson’s. Or someone else’s altogether.”
“Mr. Hoffman, why are you here?”
“Huh….What are they?”
“Evidence, Mr. Hoffman. Couple of brass knuckles.”
“– But now I really wanna touch it.”
“…And that.”
“If you do, I can’t promise your hand won’t be broken in the next two seconds.”
“I must advise you not to touch that. Or that.”
“Don’t worry about me. James is the one that’s missing. I’m… I’m okay. I have… have to work.”
"No can do, Mr. Stephenson. I was ordered to stay with you in the event of a call from your brother, or in the event someone tries to do the same thing to you. This is for your protection.”
Quick pre-exam doodle. Just kiss already.