"Fuck!"

"Calm down, Deb."

"Fuck you."

"Deb –"

"No, just shut up."

"This is me, Deb! This is what I do! Just please except that."

Dexter sat down, rubbing his temples. I stood defiantly in front of him with my arms crossed.

"Please, I'm sorry. I know that we were supposed to go out tonight, but I found him! I found the guy I've been looking for this past week. He needs to die. And, I can do that."

"Dex, it's not about going out tonight; I could care less. But, please don't go kill someone. Not tonight."

"He is a rapist and murderer, Deb; do you really think he deserves to live?"

"Well, I don't know! It's not up to me to decide."

"Right, it's up to me."

"Come on, how about we just go out, get something to eat, and I'll have the police take care of him tomorrow. Just give me his information."

"No, Debra."

I walked over to his couch and sat down.

"The babysitter is going to be here any minute." I said.

"Yeah. So?"

"So . . . does she know?"

"No."

"Does anyone know besides me?"

"No."

"Not even Gross English Titty Vampire? What ever happened to her anyway?"

"She died."

"What? When?"

"I killed her a while ago."

I stared at him.

"She killed Doakes." He confirmed.

"Oh my God."

"Yeah."

"Those candles should have been a red flag."

"Shut up."

I got up and walked over to him. I pulled my chair next to his and sat crisscrossed on it.

"Seriously, you used to date the weirdest people."

"And you didn't?"

I chuckled through my nose.

"What about the 'tenant', what happened to her?"

"She left me."

"Did you . . . ?"

"Get together? Yeah."

"Oh." That bothered me.

"Don't get freaked out, but she was a rape victim. I saved her . . . Do you remember when you . . . Never mind."

"What, tell me."

"Do you remember the 'twelve rape victims' case you did?"

I could literally hear the click in my mind.

"Oh my God, that was you behind the plastic!"

"And her."

"So you killed all those guys?"

"We both did. I killed some and she killed some. She was the thirteenth rape victim. She was the only one who lived. I stole the DVD and put a ruined one in its place."

"That was you?"

"Yes."

"Wow."

"She's the one who killed Chase."

"Wow." I repeated.

"Yeah."

I wanted to change the subject. Things were getting more uncomfortable than they usually did.

"So I think I'm gonna call you BHB from now on." I said without thinking.

"What does that stand for?" He asked.

"Bay Harbor Butcher, what else?"

He laughed and ruffled my hair.

"You don't know how long I've been wanting to hear you say that . . . calmly."

I smiled slightly and looked around the room. Something brown caught my eye.

"Uh, Dex, what is that?" I asked, pointing at a brown shipping box hidden between the counter and the fridge.

"I don't know." He said, getting up. "I never noticed it before." He picked it up and brought it to the table. As he opened it, I caught the slightest bit of flesh colored plastic . . . Or, was it plastic?