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Darkly dreaming Dexter :: Lindsay Jeffry P.
Страница: 20 из 160Then what would I do for a hobby? But this one-Which way should I go with this so very interesting escapade?
“Tell me, Dexter,” Deborah urged. “Have you got any guesses about this?”
“Possibly,” I said. “It's a little early yet.”
“Well, Morgan,” said LaGuerta from behind us. We both turned. “I see you're dressed for real police work.”
Something about LaGuerta's tone was like a slap on the face. Deborah stiffened. “Detective,” she said. “Did you find anything?” She said it in a tone that already knew the answer.
A cheap shot. But it missed. LaGuerta waved a hand airily. “They are only putas,” she said, looking hard at Deb's cleavage, so very prominent in her hooker suit. “Just hookers. The important thing here is to keep the press from getting hysterical.” She shook her head slowly, as if in disbelief, and looked up. “Considering what you can do with gravity, that should be easy.” And she winked at me and strolled off, over toward the perimeter, where Captain Matthews was talking with great dignity to Jerry Gonzalez from Channel 7.
“Bitch,” Deborah said.
“I'm sorry, Debs. Would you prefer me to say, We'll show her ? Or should I go with I told you so ?”
She glared at me. “Goddamn it, Dexter,” she said. “I really want to be the one to find this guy.”
And as I thought about that no blood at all -
So did I. I really wanted to find him, too.
CHAPTER 4
I TOOK MY BOAT OUT THAT NIGHT AFTER WORK, TO get away from Deb's questions and to sort through what I was feeling. Feeling . Me, feeling. What a concept.
I nosed my Whaler slowly out the canal, thinking nothing, a perfect Zen state, moving at idle speed past the large houses, all separated from each other by high hedges and chain-link fences. I threw an automatic big wave and bright smile to all the neighbors out in their yards that grew neatly up to the canal's seawall. Kids playing on the manicured grass. Mom and Dad barbecuing, or lounging, or polishing the barbed wire, hawkeyes on the kids. I waved to everybody. Some of them even waved back. They knew me, had seen me go by before, always cheerful, a big hello for everybody. He was such a nice man. Very friendly. I can't believe he did those horrible things …
I opened up the throttle when I cleared the canal, heading out the channel and then southeast, toward Cape Florida. The wind in my face and the taste of the salt spray helped clear my head, made me feel clean and a little fresher. I found it a great deal easier to think. Part of it was the calm and peace of the water.
“Tell me, Dexter,” Deborah urged. “Have you got any guesses about this?”
“Possibly,” I said. “It's a little early yet.”
“Well, Morgan,” said LaGuerta from behind us. We both turned. “I see you're dressed for real police work.”
Something about LaGuerta's tone was like a slap on the face. Deborah stiffened. “Detective,” she said. “Did you find anything?” She said it in a tone that already knew the answer.
A cheap shot. But it missed. LaGuerta waved a hand airily. “They are only putas,” she said, looking hard at Deb's cleavage, so very prominent in her hooker suit. “Just hookers. The important thing here is to keep the press from getting hysterical.” She shook her head slowly, as if in disbelief, and looked up. “Considering what you can do with gravity, that should be easy.” And she winked at me and strolled off, over toward the perimeter, where Captain Matthews was talking with great dignity to Jerry Gonzalez from Channel 7.
“Bitch,” Deborah said.
“I'm sorry, Debs. Would you prefer me to say, We'll show her ? Or should I go with I told you so ?”
She glared at me. “Goddamn it, Dexter,” she said. “I really want to be the one to find this guy.”
And as I thought about that no blood at all -
So did I. I really wanted to find him, too.
CHAPTER 4
I TOOK MY BOAT OUT THAT NIGHT AFTER WORK, TO get away from Deb's questions and to sort through what I was feeling. Feeling . Me, feeling. What a concept.
I nosed my Whaler slowly out the canal, thinking nothing, a perfect Zen state, moving at idle speed past the large houses, all separated from each other by high hedges and chain-link fences. I threw an automatic big wave and bright smile to all the neighbors out in their yards that grew neatly up to the canal's seawall. Kids playing on the manicured grass. Mom and Dad barbecuing, or lounging, or polishing the barbed wire, hawkeyes on the kids. I waved to everybody. Some of them even waved back. They knew me, had seen me go by before, always cheerful, a big hello for everybody. He was such a nice man. Very friendly. I can't believe he did those horrible things …
I opened up the throttle when I cleared the canal, heading out the channel and then southeast, toward Cape Florida. The wind in my face and the taste of the salt spray helped clear my head, made me feel clean and a little fresher. I found it a great deal easier to think. Part of it was the calm and peace of the water.