"DEXTER HELP" Deb's voice was loud and she seemed on the verge of panic. Dexter initial irritation, as Her sister called him when he was about to let the dark passenger punish another "monster", was replaced by something he couldn't describe, as human emotions were alien to him, even if he was really attached to her adoptive sister.
"Deb, what's wrong?" He asked in his usual calm manner "Are you and Astor ok?"
Her answer didn't make much sense to him
"M…Monsters…my God, they are breaking the car's door.." Dexter heard some gunshots. Before the phone was suddenly cut, Debra said "We are in Seattle..hel…" then the line was cut.
Dexter stared at his cell phone in silence. A few years ago he wouldn't have cared as he considered himself totally cut off from normal human emotions, but he felt an "obligation towards his adoptive sister and Astor, as he still felt responsible for the death of Astor's mother at the hands of Arthur Mitchel "the trinity killer".
His brain was already working on a plan. He knew Deb had taken a few days off to travel to the west coast, and had taken Astor with her. He dialled a number and when the other person answered, he said
"Charles…I need your help"