New Orleans Federal Penitentiary
January 21, 2014

"You have a visitor, Morgan," said the guard.
"I didn't know it was visiting hour," I said.
"Well, the Captain of Miami Metro would like to have a word with you. I'm taking you to an interrogation room for this one. I'll have to cuff you now, so, you know the drill, stand clear of the door and face the wall."
"Captain Matthews?"
"Captain Angel Batista."

Captain Batista?

Soon I was seated face to face with a man who not too long ago had considered me a friend. Angel wasn't happy obviously. I could see the mixture of sadness and anger in his eyes, although primarily sadness.

Disappointment?

Betrayal?

What are you thinking Angel?

"Angel?"

A moment of silence followed.

"Dexter I… just tell me why?"
"Why what?"
"How could you betray us all in the way that you did? You've shamed the entire department, killing all those people, taking the law into your hands, lying to us for years all to sate your blood lust…"
"Angel, this is all a big mistake, you gotta believe me."
"You were my friend. I cried for you at the memorial service, I thought you had perished in the hurricane. But do friends do what you did?"
"Angel, please, you're jumping to conclusions."
"You brought us donuts every morning, trying to get under our skin. You set Doakes up while he had been right about you all along. You sabotaged the Trinity Killer investigation and framed another killer so you take out Trinity yourself. Your wife Rita paid the ultimate price for your meddling. You killed Maria and made us all think she was out of her mind. Your reckless meddling with Saxon got your sister Debra killed."
"I'm not the Bay Harbor Butcher, Angel!"
"So that's how it's going to be? Lies until the end... I saw your lawyer's performance in court. Maybe he can sway the system, make up excuses that gullible jurists will swallow, who knows, maybe in a few months you'll just walk out of here as if nothing happened. But anyone with the slightest common sense can figure out, you've got guilty written all over you. None of those lawyer tricks can explain why that guy fingered you. I'd also like to see him explain the photo and Quinn's testimony, and your online activity too. Come to think of it, can you explain it? No, didn't think so."
"Well, Angel, it looks like you made up your mind then, what can I say? Why did you bring me here?"
"I just wanted to look into your eyes one last time, to be sure. And now I am sure. The old Dexter I thought I knew was a lie. You know… Captain Matthews, or should I say former, he was a close friend of the Morgan family, you know that. And you broke his heart, literally. When he found out what you had done, he couldn't live with himself. He couldn't live with the fact that Maria had been right all along and he didn't take her seriously enough. Shortly after your arrest, he was rushed to the hospital where he died of a heart attack a few days later. I hope you're happy. You destroy everyone close to you."
"Anything else you would like to say to me? Can I just go back to my cell now?"
"I finally remembered you talking to Trinity at the police station. I walked passed you two, that was a few days before Rita was killed. It all makes sense now. You were hunting him so he had to hunt you."
"I'm sure you're mistaken."
"I can't prove it. Security footage isn't kept that long. It's enough that I know it. And Quinn knows even more about you."

As he walked out of the room he turned around one last time and said:

"God have mercy on your soul, cause the electric chair won't."

A few days later John came around with some news…

"Your lawyer's here, Morgan," said the guard.
"How are you feeling, Dexter?"
"I haven't killed anyone in a long time, how do you think?"
"Now, now, just be careful you don't say that out loud, you're innocent remember? Anyway, I got some good news and some… I guess moderately bad news."
"Tell me about it."

He opened a file and showed it to me.

"This is the good news."

I chuckled.

"Is that supposed to convince the jury?"
"Yes."
"You sure hit below the belt and you hit hard, don't you?"
"I'm a professional, that's my job."
"So, what about the bad news?"
"Well apparently, you're being sued. 19 wrongful death claims and they're pilling up, including one from next-of-kin of Rita Morgan. You know, OJ won the criminal case but not the civil. Still, our priority now is the criminal case."
"I really hate that reminder. Every few days, whether it's the media or a court appearance or a federal agent, I keep getting reminded that indeed it is my fault. She'd still be alive without me."
"Uh, sure, again please keep your voice down."
"You've never seen me shout apparently."

New Orleans Federal Penitentiary
February 2, 2014

One evening one of the prison guards, a man apparently in his late 40s, Lucas Olin, came around to my cell.

"Prisoner, stand away from the door and face the wall with your hands behind your head," he said.

I complied. He closed the door behind him.

"It's just you and me now, Morgan. You can relax now, that was just show for the cameras in the hall."
"What is this?" I asked.
"I've been guarding this block for over a month now but I don't think we've been properly introduced. I'm Lucas Olin, I'm James Olin's father."

James Olin, he was 8 years old at the time of his death, murdered by pastor Mike Donovan.

"Okay…"
"James Olin… Come on, you know him. You avenged his death when you killed that sick son of a bitch Mike Donovan. Without you, many other kids would have died."
"I've been framed, I'm not the Bay Harbor Butcher."
"Of course. Your secret is safe with me, my friend."
"I really don't know what you're talking about. What do you want?"
"You don't belong in here. I can help you break out of jail."
"Out of the question. I'm innocent and I'll prove it in court."
"With so many murders they're bound to convict you on at least some of them. You don't stand a chance. You think you're like OJ think again. He was on trial for two murders, you're facing over a hundred counts."
"You know you're putting yourself at risk as well here, your career, why are you so sure I won't report this?"
"I know you won't. We both know that faith to the system is foolishness."
"Look, let's pretend this little meeting never happened. I'm not a vigilante. And I'm sorry for your loss."
"Sure. Good night, Dexter."