Hi again.
So my last chapter wasn't that big of a hit, and I just wanted to say thank you to those who did see my story.
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~Lucid3762
"Local police find the body of John Summers in the house of Rudy Cooper, the former Ice Truck Killer." the news reporter said, her beautiful brown hair shimmering even over the camera, "We have no further clue to how the body was found." she stopped and looked behind her, a cop was exiting the building, his blonde hair shimmering in the sunlight. That's him, "Sir!" she ran up to him, "What can you tell us about the body?"
"Um," he started, thats him. Dexter Morgan. Not even his last name, "Well it's been placed just as the Ice Truck Killer was found when he committed suicide"-murdered, he was murdered you lying son of a bitch!-"there was hardly any blood in the body, so a copycat is highly unlike-"
"Morgan!" yelled a man off camera. When he entered the frame, I saw his black skin contrast with the white shirt and brown trousers he wore and his bald head shining with sunlight, "Get away from the camera! I'm sorry. There will be no more statements." I raised my eyebrow, he was rude. The camera focused on the reporter yet again as she started giving her summary of her "interview" with Dexter. I clicked the large red power button on the remote and grabbed my coat. I guess I'll just have to stir up the waters.
It was bright, but the air was so melancholy. It was just like any other crime scene, boring with the bustling cops holding back reporters and neighbors. I just need to get to the cops, tears in my eyes. As if on cue, tears started forming in my eyes and I put on my best grieving face.
"Please! Let me through!" I cried as I pushed my way towards the tape. Luckily, there wasn't a cop right where I was, so I ducked under the yellow tape and sprinted past the lawn and into the open house.
"Stop her!" I heard a Mexican voice call out. A few cops turned and started towards me. I still had tears left to cry, so that's what I did. I flung onto a woman, her long brown hair being shoved to my face. She was obviously shocked, I didn't feel any hands until I was pried from her grasp.
"Who the hell are you?" she asked, I got a good look at her face through the tears in my eyes. She was Debra, Dexter's "sister".
"Please." I choked through my false tears, "Please, where's my dad?"
"Shit." said the Mexican that called for me when I first entered the house. Angel Batista, his bigger body was in the doorframe with his mustache and goatee, "He has a daughter?"
"Yes!" I cried, then I saw him. Dexter, "You! I saw you on the news! Please! Let me see my father!". He glanced skeptically at me and to the others. I looked back at them and saw Angel nod. With a hand on my back, Dexter led me to the body of John Summers; he looked the same as the night before, only he was way more pale. I tried to hard to keep my smile suppressed as memories of his eyes becoming lifeless flooded to the surface. A weird noise came out of my throat and I used it to my advantage; I flung myself to the floor in front of Mr. Summers and let the tears flow. To sell my act, I tried to reach for his face, but stopped myself and busted out crying more. I felt a presence behind me and felt a warm hand on my back; it took everything in me not to reach for the hand and break it out of instinct. With bleary eyes I looked up and saw Mr. Batista with wide open arms for comfort. I flung myself into them and sobbed while he patted my back.
"We have to take her down to the station." I heard a voice behind me, the black guy from the TV.
"Come on James, she's in grief." Angels voice soothed.
"Just get her down to the station.." he said coldly. Angel pried himself from me and got down on a knee to be as close to level with me as he could
"We're going to take you to the police station. Could you possibly answer a few questions for us?" he asked with a kind voice. I nodded and sniffed, they were buying it, and buying it hard.
The ride down to the station was long and fairly boring. I downplayed my "grief" by stopping my crying and just sitting in silence. So far, this is all working, I'm in the police station and Dexter knows my face. The room they put me in was comfy, brown couches and a cool atmosphere. I looked out the window while waiting for my interrogator and saw Debra, Angel, and Dexter talking. I couldn't see what they were talking about, but the occasional glance towards me suggested their topic was what to do with me. Finally, Debra and Angel walked into the room and sat on the couples couch across from me. I kept my eyes pointed towards my hands before the spoke.
"Miss Summers-" started Angel.
"Jane." I told them, I looked up, "You can call me Jane."
"Jane," Angel said slowly, "I'm sorry for your loss. Do you have a mother?"
"Unless you plan on sending me to live with a zombie, no." I snapped, "Sorry. I just lost my dad, I lose my temper easily."
"I know how that feels." Debra laughed. With a glare from Angel, she silenced.
"Does Mr. Summers have any other family members?" Angel asked.
"No. His mom and dad died in 9/11." I said, more melancholy.
"Oh… Unlucky life."
"You're telling me."
"So would you know your dad would be in the house of the Ice Truck Killer's suicide?"
Again, the restraint to yell out that he was murdered, "No. We don't live anywhere near there."
"Where do you live sweety?". I relayed the address of Mr. Summer's bachelor pad, "That's a bachelor's suite." Debra told Angel.
"Yeah, my mom died and forced me onto my dad unexpectedly. He didn't even know I existed until a couple days before he-" I stopped and let the fake tears start up again.
"Don't push yourself," Batista cooed, "You're doing very good for a grieving person.". I nodded and watched as Batista walked away giving me thanks for answering the questions. Debra, staying behind stared at me. When I glanced up, I asked her what was wrong.
"Nothing," she said with a big goofy smile, "just that I found you a place to stay until we catch the man who killed your father."-if only they knew.
"Really?" I asked, adding a small dash of hope in my voice, "Where?"
"With my brother Dexter."-yes! This wasn't my plan, but it was better than before-"The man who you said you saw on the TV."
"T-thank you." I sputtered, letting my real excitement leak into my fake persona, "I won't be a bother, I promise."
"I know." she smiled at me which I returned. Debra walked out of the room and my smile kept. This was better than what I expected! I was only to get close to Dexter, be in the case as much as I could. Now, I get to live with him, find the proof I needed of Brian's death, find the proof I needed.