I have not yet considered going back to work for Miami Metro. I gotta say it was good to see them again. Also very exhausting to keep answering the same question. But these are worries for later, I have to get to where I was before any of this happened.
I call a cab, get in and drive back to the old building. There is a certain mister Thomson on the table with a stab wound in his chest. Luck is on my side because there have been no reports about a body that has been found near that area.
It's not too far from the hospital so I should be there in about 15 minutes. I hear a siren not far from where I'm driving so I look behind me. As the sound gets closer I see a Police car getting closer as well.
It's not passing.
They're here for me. My heart-rate increases. Is this really how it is going to end for me? The car forces the cab to stop and the driver pulls over.
Quickly two men in Police uniform run out of the car with guns out and tell me to get out with my hands where they can see them. I slowly come out with my hands in front of me, as soon as I'm standing they push me against the car, put my hands behind my back and cuff them.
"Dexter Morgan, you have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law. You have the right to an attorney present during questioning. If you cannot afford an attorney, one will be appointed for you. Do you understand these rights?"
I take a deep breath. I have waited all my life for this moment to happen. I was living my life facing the inevitable. Something about the situation calms me. No more hiding. I'll be.. free. I look the Policeman right in the eye and I calmly say: