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(We're still on Deb's POV)

So I walked, I got the hell out of there, fuck I've always felt there was something off with that church, and after a long time I got in the first bar I come across.

"Tequila silver."

I must have been looking terrible, I can tell from the bartender's expression, but who gives a fuck now?

Four shots latter, I'm feeling better or so I think, because I'm not fuckin' shaking anymore.

How could Dexter, the only thing I thought solid in my life, be a killer?

Was this it's first? I'm a fuckin' cop, how could I convince myself that it was his first?

"Come on now Debra, think"

"Dad?"

"Yes, I'm right here, I've been with you all along."

"Dad, with all to respect, I mean, what the FUCK? Dexter? A killer?"

Harry pointed his hand to the side of his head: "Deb, think"

"I mean, I myself am pretty pissed with Travis, but killing him? And who knows who else has he killed?"

My cell buzzes as I order up another one. Crime scene. With blood. Perfect. Somewhere I can confront this fucker safely.

Dexter's point of view.

I start looking everywhere for her the minute I realize she's gone. I have to explain.

Nowhere in the church, damn it!

I decide to leave Travis there temporarily and get out to find Deb. I get rid of the plastic apron and the gloves. I know I'm not gonna hurt her. But she could be anywhere

Her car is still here that's a good sign right?

My instincts lead me to the woods. At first nothing seems to be here, but with a closer look I notice something shinning. Lieutenant's badge, it must have fallen of her belt.

That means I'm looking at the right direction. I keep walking but it seems I'm not going to find anything else apart from some vomit. What have I done?

"DEEeeb!" I yell to the darkness.

Nothing but my own echo comes back.

Now what?

I get back to the church, only to see Travis exactly as I left him.

What should I do with you?

My usual way of disposal now has some disadvantages, what if Deb waits up by the boat?

If Travis ends up in the Gulfstream, the case would remain open for ever. Not exactly every Lieutenant's dream. Shit! Deb should decide what happens to him.

Once the church is clear of my presence, our presence, I put everything in the car and a plan starts to form in my mind….There is no point, checking out her house she would n't go there…

My house? How about that? Highly possible, if she wants to talk but, unsuitable for that purpose though, Harrison's there with Jamie.

"Hey Jamie, it's me, how are the two of you doing?...Oh alright then…I just called to tell you I'm going to be late so don't wait up…yeah I found out more than I would like in the church….Ah, never mind…Listen has Deb passed by? I have to talk to her about something….Oh yeah you're right I should try her cell, see you later."

I press the speed dial but then a better idea flashes through my mind.

Deb's POV:

"You're not ready to face him"

"The fuck I'm not! Dad, what the heck are you doing here? I'm not drunk enough for this"

"You're not drunk enough to have an imaginative talk with your dead dad, but you are drunk enough for a crime scene, you showing up there will only make matters worse. Mathew's already pissed off with you. "

"He ain't gonna be there!"

"Yes but everyone else will, you can't do your job while Dexter's there"

"Can he?"

Shit. I hesitate for a bit and then I choose LaGuerta.

I text her saying I'm not feeling good, I've had a couple of drinks, and I could really appreciate it if she could cover me up.

About a quarter later she calls me back. "Morgan, are you ok?"

"Well…"

"Morgan, there is no crime scene."

"What the heck is that supposed to mean?"

"I checked with Batista, Anderson, the station, pretty much no one has been called, your text is probably a fake…..Morgan! You there? "

"Yeah…right here…ok glad you let me know"

I fish a twenty out of my wallet and catch a cab to the address in the text.

It's a storage space looking tottaly abandoned close to the port. Dexter's car is there, I guess I got that one right.

I wait until the driver has left for good and then get closer to the door.

"What's the matter Debra, why are you hesitating?"

"How do I know I can trust him, Dad?"

"What did I always say to you? Trust your instincts"

I roll my eyes "Yeah, because that has worked great so far" and then I pull the door right open.