7th January 2012
Miami, Florida
9:23 PM

Today was my day off. Weekend. With all this mounting pressure I feel that I must kill again to maintain control. Tonight's that night again. My next victim is someone I should have killed a long time ago. Carlos Guerrero, the drug lord who ordered the murders of officer Ricky Simmons and his wife, Kara Simmons back in 2006 but was never convicted for it. All he got was ten years in a federal prison for the abduction and attempted murder of Sergeant Doakes, back when he was still officially on the good side of the law. Served only five due to his connections.

I've been following him all day all over town, but there are always bodyguards around him. How do I get close to him? The same mistakes with Isaac Sirko will not be repeated, I have to play this safe. What was his weakness five years ago? Perhaps the example of the late Sergeant Doakes can give me an idea.

Several hours later my plan is nearly finished. I don't normally employ such extreme tactics but since time is of the essence...

Carlos Guerrero's cell phone rings.
Carlos Guerrero: "Who is this?"
Unknown Caller (Dexter): "Carlos Guerrero, Rose's life is in my hands now, if you ever want to see her again you'll do exactly as I say."
Carlos Guerrero: "Who the fuck do you think..."
Unknown Caller (Dexter): "Ask your driver to pull over now, or Rose dies."
Carlos Guerrero: "Bullshit! You're bluffing, man! You don't even have her!"
Unknown Caller (Dexter): "Are you certain about that? Call her. She won't be home." I hang up.

Carlos Guerrero almost immediately call Rose's cell phone.
Carlos Guerrero: "Rose, baby, you alright?"
Unknown Caller (Dexter): "Hello, again, Carlos Guerrero."
Carlos Guerrero: "Motherfucking... puta! You give her back you hear!"
Unknown Caller (Dexter): "Pull over. Now."
Carlos Guerrero: "Alright, man. Antonio! Stop the fucking car I need some air!"
The car stops. Carlos and his bodyguards get out.
Unknown Caller (Dexter): "Very good, Carlos. But we don't need your... gorillas. Order them back in the car. Order them to drive away."
Carlos Guerrero: "Fuck you, man, I ain't that stupid."
Unknown Caller (Dexter): "Order them back in the fucking car. It's not negotiable."
Carlos Guerrero signals his men to get into the car.
Carlos Guerrero: "Alright, I did that, now what?"
Unknown Caller (Dexter): "I'm watching you so don't try anything smart. You go anywhere near a cop station, she dies."
Carlos Guerrero: "Fuck the cops, man, I never do that shit. It's the code of the streets."
Unknown Caller (Dexter): "Good, you see I also follow a code, you call for help she dies."
Carlos Guerrero: "Just tell me what you want!"
Unknown Caller (Dexter): "You're going to withdraw 100.000$ in cash from your bank account and take it to the address that will be texted to you. You will come alone and on foot. Once you do that your daughter is free." I hang up the call.

She shows up at the docks alone and I ambush him from behind. He would soon wake up on my table, restrained.

Carlos Guerrero (waking up): "Hey! Hey! You said you'd let my daughter go mother fucker!" He was absolutely raging.

The kill room was decorated in plastic as usual, photos of the Simmons family all around. Rose Guerrero lying unconscious on a separate table.

Carlos Guerrero: "Rose, baby, you alright? Did he hurt you?"
Dexter: "I gave her a good dose of M-99 and took her in her sleep. She won't remember a thing about tonight."
Carlos Guerrero: "You got your money, you snake, what more do you want? Let her go she just turned 18!"
Dexter: "Stop screaming, I never intended to kill her. And I won't. She'll be home safely by tomorrow morning."
I take Rose outside and place her in the trunk of my car. I go back inside to finish the job.
Carlos Guerrero: "Let me go, you got your money!"
Dexter: "Do you want to know a secret, Carlos?"
Carlos Guerrero: "What? What?"
Dexter: "I don't want your fucking dirty drug money either." I whispered in his ear. "That briefcase? Yeah, it will also be returned home safely by tomorrow morning. It's a shame you'll never see either Rose or the money ever again."
Carlos Guerrero: "What the hell is this?"
Dexter: "What Guerrero? You don't recognize those photos? Ricky Simmons! Kara Simmons! You ordered their deaths and now it's time to pay for it. Soon you'll be cut into six roughly equal pieces wrapped in garbage bags and sleeping with the fishes."
Carlos Guerrero: "How... how is this possible!? Are you fucking working with him? But... I thought... he died five years ago! I thought the feds caught him!" says Carlos hopelessly struggling to break free.
Dexter: "Who?"
Carlos Guerrero: "Sergeant Doakes, the Bay Harbor Butcher! He's the only one who'd pull this shit. He talked shit about me in front of Rose, he beat up my lieutenant, that crooked cop always said he'd never play by the rules! He put you up to this somehow didn't he?"
Dexter: "Do you want to know another secret, Carlos?" I lean over again and whisper to him "I am the Bay Harbor Butcher."
Guerrero is speechless.
Dexter: "Yes, you are one of the few that I can afford to be honest with. I, I alone, Dexter Morgan, am the Bay Harbor Butcher. I'm not Doakes' 'partner', or 'apprentice', or some random copy-cat off the streets. I did all of that! Just like I'm going to do to you."
Carlos Guerrero: "Oh shit! No, no!" Realizing the reality of the situation he starts to beg for his life. "Please, man. We can work this out. You got a nice bag of cash, just let me go."
Dexter: "The only way this will work out is you dead at the bottom of the ocean."
Carlos Guerrero: "Nooo!"

I plunge a sharp knife into his heart. I feel... relieved.

Later that night after Carlos' been disposed of I'm back home.

Harry Morgan: "Dexter what was that all about?"
Dexter: "What do you mean?"
Harry Morgan: "What did I ever tell you about not getting caught? You told a mobster your real name and essentially confessed to being the real Bay Habor Butcher and letting Doakes take the fall. What were you thinking in saying all that out loud?"
Dexter: "I was about to kill him anyway."
Harry Morgan: "Dexter, that was reckless of you. You never know who could be watching. Or recording. And some people have escaped from your table before."
Dexter: "I guess... I just felt the need to stop hiding for once."
Harry Morgan: "Dexter, are you... feeling some amount of guilt for LaGuerta's death?"
Dexter: "LaGuerta's death was necessary. She wouldn't leave me alone. She wouldn't leave Deb alone."
Harry Morgan: "She didn't fit the code at all."
Dexter: "But there's always my prime directive, 'don't get caught'."
Harry Morgan: "The more innocents you kill or allow to be killed, the more vulnerable you become. Remember Rita? You almost incriminated yourself even though it was Trinity!"
Dexter: "I won't allow something like that to happen ever again."