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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

He cocked his head to one side. "I think you know," he said. "You've certainly been looking at us long enough." He took another step forward and my knees wobbled slightly. "But for the sake of a pleasant conversation," he said, "we are the followers of Moloch. The heirs of King Solomon. For three thousand years, we have kept the god's worship alive and guarded his traditions, and his power."

"You keep saying 'we,'" I said. He nodded, and the movement hurt me. "There are others here," he said. "But the we is, as I am sure you are aware, Moloch. He exists inside me." "So you killed those girls? And followed me around?" I said, and I admit I was surprised to think of this elderly man doing all that. He actually smiled, but it was humorless and didn't make me feel any better. "I did not go in person, no. It was the Watchers." "So-you mean, it can leave you?"

"Of course," he said. "Moloch can move between us as he wishes. He's not one person, and he's not in one person. He's a god. He goes out of me and into some of the others for special errands. To watch." "Well, it's wonderful to have a hobby," I said. I wasn't really sure where our conversation was going, or if my precious life was about to skid to a halt, so I asked the first question that sprung to mind. "Then why did you leave the bodies at the university?"

"We wanted to find you, naturally." The old man's words froze me to the spot.

"You had come to our attention, Dexter," he continued, "but we had to be sure. We needed to observe you to see if you would recognize our ritual or respond to our Watcher. And, of course, it was convenient to lead the police to concentrate on Halpern," he said.

I didn't know where to begin. "He's not one of you?" I said. "Oh, no," the old man said pleasantly. "As soon as he's released from police custody he'll be over there, with the others." He nodded toward the trophy case, filled with ceramic bulls' heads. "Then he really didn't kill the girls." "Yes, he did," he said. "While he was being persuaded from the inside by one of the Children of Moloch." He cocked his head to one side. "I'm sure you of all people can understand that, can't you?" I could, of course. But it didn't answer any of the main questions. "Can we please go back to where you said I had 'come to your attention'?" I asked politely, thinking of all the hard work I put into keeping a low profile.