Dexter's Pool Guy
Dexter story. Pure fiction on my part.
No connection to the books or the series except of course this is Fan Fiction about our favorite Show, Dexter.
No connection to anyone real at anytime.
Chapter one
"The Field Trip"
The hot summer nights felt almost as bad as the hot summer days in Miami; hot, humid, and sticky. Almost like a fresh kill's blood, just bleeding out as the last gasp for air fails and the life slips away from another killer, to kill no more. Life and death imitating each other again, and again, tonight's the night, maybe. Dexter was on the prowl once more. He already knew who and was double checking the where. He had found a spot which he had to visit one more time to be sure. The setup, the plan had to be perfect. If not, Dexter could just as easily become another dead killer. Dead. But not tonight.
Dexter thought about his next field trip, another way of looking at the hunt, the trip down killer lane to achieve an end, an end to a life and a momentary end, at least a little less pressure, to the Dark Passenger's unrelenting desire and need to kill, to fill the void inside. The hunted was Pat O'Day, just a little Irish, and a whole lot bad. He had taken four lives now at least that Dexter knew about. Dexter had already confirmed and reconfirmed just like Harry had taught him to do, be sure, know you are right. Mr. O'Day had a little pool cleaning business and liked to use his cleaning chemicals on something other than the pools he cleaned, his victims. It seems Mr. O'Day loved to hear people scream from the pain he could inflict on them, torture by skin burning chemicals, for Mr. O'Day's listening pleasure. He kept tapes to relive his pleasurable torture sessions along with a few trophies from each victim, bits of burnt flesh. Pat O'Day had to be put down as soon as possible before he used another human being to feed his yearning for tortured screams. Dexter could not understand the pleasure this guy could get from torturing someone. Just get in there and do it. Ceremoniously of course, they had to know why but none the less just take care of it, clean up the mess and go out to dinner. So simple. Not all serial killers had it together like Dexter did; maybe because their beginnings were different. Thoughts for another time, tonight was young and there was work to do.
The old paper factory near Mr. O'Day's home would be perfect. It had several large rooms with old vats that use to be used for beating and shredding old paper products, remember those paper drives from the old days, then mixing in various recipes of chemicals and water for making cardboard, candy bar inserts, other odds and ends used in the gift card business, and of course paper used for printing newspapers. With the Internet now providing most peoples' news, factories like this one had been replaced by computers and orbiting satellites beaming the news from earth back to earth. Progress. In this case the end result was the perfect out of the way chemical mixing vat to settle the score with Mr. O'Day. Ashes to ashes, chemicals to chemicals. Dexter loved it when his plan was coming together and the end was near.
Several new challenges had been laid at Dexter's feet since the Infamous Bay Harbor Butcher, a.k.a. Sgt. Doakes, had been identified and laid to rest in tiny pieces like the Bay Harbor Butcher's many victims. Of course that plan had gone a bit off course due to dear old Lila's intervention. Not so neat and tidy but the end result worked for Dexter, off the hook to live and kill another day. Dexter's cell phone rang.
The little screen told Dexter who was calling, Rita, loving Rita, the person with the greatest sense of off-timing that Dexter had ever known as far as phone calls were concerned. But, no complaints here, Dexter pushed the talk button and smiled and said in his nicest boyfriend voice with just the right amount of cheerfulness, practice, practice, practice makes perfect, "Hello".
Rita as usual responded with her sweet soft voice full of love for Dexter, no need for Rita to practice, she had real feelings, by saying, "Hi, Dexter, I miss you", almost cooing, "What are you doing?"
Dexter paused just a moment, thought, then said, "Nothing, what's up?" Always ready for dear Rita with another witty response. Rita felt the pause and asked, "Are you alone?" Silly question she thought to herself but it had just popped out! She hoped Dexter didn't think she was still mad about his past indiscretions. She still thought about Lila sometimes and all of the awful events, not as often as before, but there was the kidnapping and the fire, not your usual one nighter. She had forgiven Dexter but even still, it was too awful to think about what could have happened. Dexter figured this one out faster than normal and replied, "Yes, I'm alone, just finishing up at a crime scene, just took the last few pic's. What can I do you for?" Dexter thought about that last comment and made a mental note, don't try to be too cute, it just makes me sound like an idiot. Well maybe not, it was so hard to tell about these things.
Rita felt relieved that Dexter was alone, more than she would have thought at first; sometimes it just takes time to let things go. "I need you here, Dexter. The kids are spending the night at Dad's. Thank goodness for Grandpa's! We have the whole night to ourselves and no work tomorrow. Mmmmmmmm", she purred into the phone then let out a sexy little throaty giggle. Dexter knew these moments were dangerous for him, for his relationship with Rita.
He said what a normal guy might say at this point, "I'm on my way!" Rita giggled and knew that she was extremely lucky to have Dexter in her life. He was wonderful. Just right. Good.
Mr. O'Day lives another day. Dexter knew he would get to Pat O'Day as soon as he could; he had to, for several reasons. The Dark Passenger demanded it and the pool guy needed to be closed down, forever. Out of business. On permanent vacation. No forwarding address, unless Hell has a zip code, if there is a Hell.
To be continued