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*NEW* - Family Business - A #Dexter Tale from @TheDarkDexter

4/17/2015

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FAMILY BUSINESS

            "If you don't give me back my guy before sundown, I'm going to put a bullet through her brain. Do we have an understanding?"

            "We do," I say.

            I hear the other end of the line go silent and I stare out of my window. "Well, shit," I say as I stand up.

                                                                            ---

                                                                 - 3 days earlier. -

            "Hey, Dex!"

            I turn around and see Debra walking toward me and taking a seat in front of me, putting her coffee down on the table.

            "Hey yourself."

            We both take a sip from our coffee.

            "So.. Any leads?" Debra asks

            "None so far. Just what we already know. He's not working alone and he's bat-shit crazy," I say, scratching my head. "But I'm gonna swing by his place tonight, see if he's doing anything he shouldn't be doing."

            Debra smirks. "Want me to back you up?"

            "Nope. You should go home, have a beer and watch Dr. Phil or something."

            She frowns at me. "Seriously? Come on, Dex, we're in this shit together now, like it or not. I mean, fuck, what else am I supposed to do? Completely ignore the fact that you go out there and risk getting killed by some lowlife scumbag?"

            I sigh. "Deb, I'm gonna be fine. It's not my first time."

            "No shit."

            "Deb, please, I can't risk you getting hurt or worse. And besides, dad taught me to do this on my own." 


            She gives me a dissatisfied look, but sighs and says, "Fine, But you are gonna call me if you do need my help, okay?"

            "Deb..."

            "Promise me, Dexter!"

            "I will call you. Now could you please relax and drink your coffee before it gets cold?"

            "Yes, dad," she says. I don't really mind that she is angry with me, better an angry sister than a dead sister.

            "Alright, I'm gonna go to the station, see you there?" Deb says as she stands up.

            "Sure." I nod at her. My gaze follows her as she walks away and as I turn my head I look at Harry's face.

            "What? I made her back out, didn't I?" I say to him.

            "Yes, for now. But you know her, Dexter. She's gonna ask you again and again, and not just this time." Harry sighs. "I never wanted this. Not for her and not for you. This can't end well, son."

            "You think I am not aware of that? You think I want this? I am trying everything I can to make her live her own life," I say.

            "I know, son. I am not judging you. I'm warning you." He replies calmly.

            "Anyway, gotta get to the station. Got blood to inspect."

To be continued..
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