Even Stranger Dexter-part 2

Dexter takes Angela's police cruiser, but he doesn't keep it long. He knew the police authority would be looking for it (and him), and they could track it down easily. No, it was time to find a new ride. Something that he knew no one would be looking for. He had an idea…..

******** Who Is That Strange Guy? ********

He was sitting there in a booth at Benny's Burgers (a small dive of a diner in Hawkins, Indiana)…and the locals had notice.

The people of Hawkins were friendly, well friendly enough. However, when a stranger came into town it wasn't as if they were beyond scrutiny. Their little piece of America was just like many others communities across the country. It was susceptible to drifters and grifters. Usually people on their way to the bigger more populated towns and cities on the east coast. Still, it didn't keep them from committing transgressions here.

Anyway, transients that came through usually didn't stay for more than a day or two. However, if they hung around longer Chief Hopper would be notified (mostly by one of the older more suspicious citizens of the town), and the Chief would make it his duty to have a little chat with that person.

Hopper's chats were mostly cordial. After all it wasn't a crime to be passing through town. But he did stress to the person (politely), that in a small town like his…people were always on the watch. No reason not to keep someone honest.

Dexter Morgan sat in the small both sipping on his second cup of coffee. He was quiet and discreet, which was another thing the townsfolk in the diner had noticed about him. Still, he wasn't breaking any rules.

It had been a month since his departure from Iron Lake and he had been in Hawkins for eight days now. The authorities further east were out looking for him in mass. Dexter knew. Nonetheless, he knew how to evade the police. He used to be one of them remember.

He had shaved his head and grown a beard and he was certain that even Angela would not recognize him now. Even if he was able to walk up to her and asked for her phone number.

Dexter was pondering over how he'd gotten this far and what his next move should be. He had known that taking Angela's police cruiser would not assist in helping him get away. Well, at least for long. They would be looking for that vehicle. After a few miles down the road he had taken it into the woods….into a secluded area. There he had abandoned it (only a mile away from his cabin). He then had walked to the highway. Once there he knew that on the hard surface of the road he would leave no footprints. He then had strolled about a hundred yard left the highway and returned to his home.

Dexter was sure that the authorities would take a substantial amount of time to get organize…..the whole crime scene would be in chaos…at first. This would give him time. And then too, he knew that Kurt Caldwell's kill bunker would be their main focus. Thirty women contained in glass sarcophagi….there would be books and podcasts about it. It was a little depressing that Molly Park would likely be included in those. Sadly however, not as author or podcaster.

Anyway the time it took the authorities to sort through things worked out to Dexter's advantage. But, they wouldn't forget about him. He was part of the puzzle.

A crime of this magnitude would call for a ton of people….which included the Feds. They would bring a critical amount of man-power in for the investigation. The search for him would be secondary. However, he would remain on their radar. He was involved. They just needed to make the connection of how. The body of Kurt Caldwell however, would never be found.

Of course Angela would be grilled. He wondered if she could withstand the type of interrogation that she was used to giving. Anyway, he loved her still.

After leaving the highway Dexter had hiked to his cabin. The sight of which (only a burned out shell), enraged him. Still, he hadn't time to dwell on it. He had to get moving. He walked around back and there she sat. His ATV.

"Well Kurt, you bastard. You may have burned my house but you forgot about my little pet here. I just hope that you're paying for what you've done in the deepest part of hell."

Dexter pulled the tarp off of his "snow runner". He would use this vehicle to get as far away as he could. He knew of a wreck-yard north of town. A business where the owner sold old "clunker" cars and trucks. These vehicles weren't good for much, and they didn't last long, but for his purpose one of them would be perfect. From there he would take the vehicle to where he knew there was a truck-stop (on interstate 90). He would abandon the vehicle and then hitch a ride with a trucker headed west. During all of this, he would make changes to his appearance.

This had been Dexter's plan….and it had worked well. That is, until he looked up from the table where he sat in Benny's Diner and saw the Police Chief of Hawkins, Indiana sitting across from him and looking him dead in the eye.

"Hello friend, I'm Chief Hopper. You're new in town aren't you?"

END PART 2