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  1. Dexter in the Darkby Jeff Lindsay
  2. IN THE BEGINNING
  3. ONE
  4. TWO
  5. THREE
  6. FOUR
  7. FIVE
  8. SIX
  9. SEVEN
  10. EIGHT
  11. NINE
  12. TEN
  13. ELEVEN
  14. TWELVE
  15. THIRTEEN
  16. FOURTEEN
  17. FIFTEEN
  18. SIXTEEN
  19. SEVENTEEN
  20. EIGHTEEN
  21. NINETEEN
  22. TWENTY
  23. TWENTY-ONE
  24. TWENTY-TWO
  25. TWENTY-THREE
  26. TWENTY-FOUR
  27. TWENTY-FIVE
  28. TWENTY-SIX
  29. TWENTY-SEVEN
  30. TWENTY-EIGHT
  31. TWENTY-NINE
  32. THIRTY
  33. THIRTY-ONE
  34. THIRTY-TWO
  35. THIRTY-THREE
  36. THIRTY-FOUR
  37. THIRTY-FIVE
  38. THIRTY-SIX
  39. THIRTY-SEVEN
  40. THIRTY-EIGHT
  41. THIRTY-NINE

"I know how to do my job, Dex," she said. "If he's in the Miami-Dade area, we'll get him, and FDLE has it, too. If he's in Florida, somebody'll find him." "And if he's not in Florida?"

She looked hard at me, and I saw the beginnings of the way Harry had looked before he got sick, after so many years as a cop: tired, and getting used to the idea of routine defeat. "Then he'll probably get away with it," she said. "And I'll have to arrest you to save my job."

"Well, then," I said, trying hard for cheerfulness in the face of overwhelming grim grayness, "let's hope he drives a very recognizable car."

She snorted. "It's a red Geo, one of those mini-Jeep things."
I closed my eyes. It was a very odd sensation, but I felt all the blood in my body suddenly relocating to my feet. "Did you say red?" I heard myself ask in a remarkably calm voice.

There was no answer, and I opened my eyes. Deborah was staring at me with a look of suspicion so strong I could almost touch it.

"What the hell is that," she said. "One of your voices?" "A red Geo followed me home the other night," I said. "And then somebody tried to break into my house." "Goddamn it," she snarled at me, "when the fuck were you going to tell me all this?" "Just as soon as you decided you were speaking to me again," I said.

Deborah turned a very gratifying shade of crimson and looked down at her shoes. "I was busy," she said, not very convincingly. "So was Kurt Wagner," I said. "All right, Jesus," she said, and I knew that was all the apology I would ever get. "Yeah, it's red. But shit," she said, still looking down, "I think that old man was right. The bad guys are winning."

I didn't like seeing my sister this depressed. I felt that some cheery remark was called for, something that would lift the gloom and bring a song back to her heart, but alas, I came up empty. "Well," I said at last, "if the bad guys really are winning, at least there's plenty of work for you."

She looked up at last, but not with anything resembling a smile. "Yeah," she said. "Some guy in Kendall shot his wife and two kids last night. I get to go work on that." She stood up, straightening slowly into something that at least resembled her normal posture. "Hooray for our side," she said, and walked out of my office.

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