The Dead Man's face was perfectly at rest. His mouth hung open slightly, and his eyes stared, unfocused, at nothing in particular. He hadn't any idea that he was destined to die tonight, and he did not know until he was lying on the floor in a pool of blood.
Saracen Rue was his name, I believe. I don't really care either way; Dexter loved him and that was enough for me.
Though I could hardly wait to see Dexter's face when he realized that I murdered this man, whatever their relationship.