Dexter found him at a storage unit near the airport. Rivas was alone. Armed. Confident.
"You're the lab rat?" Rivas laughed. "Go home, boy. Play with your microscopes."
The next night, he followed the grease trail. A man named Carlos Rivas—ex-cop turned smuggler—had killed Delgado over a stolen shipment. Rivas was already planning his next victim: a teenage witness.
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Tonight, Harry's voice echoed in his head: "You don't have to feel what they feel. You just have to be better than them. Smarter."
But what if I'm not better? young Dexter wondered. What if I'm just… hungry?
And Harry Morgan, watching from his car across the street, lowered his binoculars and whispered: "What have I created?" Dexter found him at a storage unit near the airport
The victim—Juan Delgado, 34, mid-level drug courier—had been stabbed 17 times. Overkill. Personal. Dexter reconstructed the angles, the velocity drops, the invisible poetry written in hemoglobin.
Rivas never saw the first cut.
Vince Masuka wiped his bald head with a crumpled paper towel. "You sure you want to stay late, kid? Body's been in the canal for three days. Smells like regret and bad life choices." Confident
But something else caught his eye. A partial footprint. Miami PD had missed it. And in that footprint, a faint trace of blue grease—marine-grade. Only one marina in the Keys rented boats with that specific engine type.
Dexter Morgan smiled politely. "I need to finish the blood spatter analysis. For my internship report."