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morality? Because, the paper carefully pointed out, how could we believe that two such killers could
possibly be on the loose at the same time? It was very neatly reasoned, and it occurred to me that if
they had spent as much energy and mental power trying to solve the murders, the whole thing would
be over by now.
But it was all very interesting reading, of course. And it certainly made me speculate. Good heavens,
was it really possible that this mad animal was still running loose? Was anyone safe?
The telephone rang. I glanced at my wall clock; it was 6:45. It could only be Deborah.
I'm reading it now, I said into the phone.
You said bigger, Deborah told me. Splashier.
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And this isn't? I asked with great innocence.
It's not even a hooker, she said. Some part-time janitor from Ponce Junior High, chopped up at a
construction site on Old Cutler. What the hell, Dexter?
You did know I'm not perfect, didn't you, Deborah?
It doesn't even fit the pattern where's the cold you said would be there? What happened to the small
space?
It's Miami, Deb, people will steal anything.
It's not even a copycat, she said. It isn't anything like the others. Even LaGuerta got that right. She's
already said so in print. Damn it all, Dexter. My butt is way out in the wind here, and this is just some
random slasher, or a drug thing.
It hardly seems fair to blame me for all that.
Goddamn it, Dex, she said, and hung up.
The early-morning TV shows spent a full ninety seconds on the shocking discovery of the shattered
body. Channel 7 had the best adjectives. But nobody knew any more than the paper. They radiated
outrage and a grim sense of disaster that even carried over into the weather forecast, but I'm sure a
large part of it was caused by the lack of pictures.
Another beautiful Miami day. Mutilated corpses with a chance of afternoon showers. I got dressed and
went to work.
I admit I had a minor ulterior motive in heading for the office so early, and I beefed it up by stopping
for pastries. I bought two crullers, an apple fritter, and a cinnamon roll the size of my spare tire. I ate
the fritter and one cruller as I cheerfully threaded through the lethal traffic. I don't know how I get
away with eating so many doughnuts. I don't gain weight or get pimples, and although that may seem
unfair, I can't find it in my heart to complain. I came out reasonably well in the genetic crapshoot: high
metabolism, good size and strength, all of which helped me in my hobby. And I have been told that I
am not awful to look at, which I believe is meant to be a compliment.
I also didn't need a great deal of sleep, which was nice this morning. I had hoped to arrive early enough
to beat Vince Masuoka to work, and it seemed that I had. His office was dark when I got there,
clutching my white paper bag for camouflage but my visit had nothing whatever to do with
doughnuts. I scanned his work area quickly, looking for the telltale evidence box labeled JAWORSKI
and yesterday's date.
I found it and quickly lifted out a few tissue samples. There might be enough. I pulled on a pair of latex
gloves and in a moment had pressed the samples to my clean glass slide. I do realize how stupid it was
to take yet another risk, but I had to have my slide.
I had just tucked it away in a ziplock baggie when I heard him come in behind me. I quickly put things
back in place and whirled to face the door, as Vince came through and saw me.
My God, I said. You move so silently. So you have had ninja training.
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I have two older brothers, Vince said. It's the same thing.
I held up the white paper bag and bowed. Master, I bring a gift.
He looked at the bag curiously. May Buddha bless you, grasshopper. What is it?
I tossed him the bag. It hit him in the chest and slid to the floor. So much for ninja training, I said.
My finely tuned body needs coffee to function, Vince told me, bending to retrieve the bag. What's in
here? That hurt. He reached into the bag, frowning. It better not be body parts. He pulled out the
huge cinnamon roll and eyed it. Ay, caramba. My village will not starve this year. We are very
grateful, grasshopper. He bowed, holding up the pastry. A debt repaid is a blessing on us all, my
child.
In that case, I said, do you have the case file on the one they found last night off Old Cutler?
Vince took a big bite of cinnamon roll. His lips gleamed with frosting as he slowly chewed. Mmmpp,
he said, and swallowed. Are we feeling left out?
If we means Deborah, yes we are, I said. I told her I'd take a look at the file for her.
Wulf, he said, mouth full of pastry, merf pluddy uh bud is nime.
Forgive me, master, I said. Your language is strange to me.
He chewed and swallowed. I said, at least there's plenty of blood this time. But you're still a
wallflower. Bradley got the call for this one.
Can I see the file?
He took a bite. Ee waf awife
Very true, I'm sure. And in English?
Vince swallowed. I said, he was still alive when his leg came off.
Human beings are so resilient, aren't they?
Vince stuck the whole pastry in his mouth and picked up the file, holding it out to me and taking a
large bite of the roll at the same time. I grabbed the folder.
I've got to go, I said. Before you try to talk again.
He pulled the roll from his mouth. Too late, he said.
I walked slowly back to my little cubbyhole, glancing at the contents of the folder. Gervasio César
Martez had discovered the body. His statement was on top of the folder. He was a security guard,
employed by Sago Security Systems. He had worked for them for fourteen months and had no criminal
record. Martez had found the body at approximately 10:17 PM and immediately made a quick search of
the area before calling police. He wanted to catch the pendejo who had done this thing because no one
should do such things and they had done it when he, Gervasio, was on the job. That was like they had
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done it to him, you know? So he would catch the monster himself. But this had not been possible.
There was no sign of the perpetrator, not anywhere, and so he had called the police.
The poor man had taken it personally. I shared his outrage. Such brutality should not be allowed. Of
course, I was also very grateful that his sense of honor had given me time to get away. And here I had
always thought morality was useless.
I turned the corner into my dark little room and walked right into Detective LaGuerta. Hah, she said.
You don't see so good. But she didn't move.
I'm not a morning person, I told her. My biorhythms are all off until noon.
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