Title: Fake talk, Real talk
Prompt: Prompt #4: Ego/Id
Word Count: A bit under two hundred
Spoilers: Up to Ep. 5 at most.
Disclaimer: Dexter isn't mine. I want to live, thank you very much.
A/N: Communication is the basis of all relationships.
There is an impromptu water cooler conference. As with many informal social behaviors, I don't understand the motivation behind it, but I do my best to observe and blend in. So far it has worked.
"What are you talking about, guys?"
"Serial killers, mano." Oh, boy.
Deb turns to me. She has at last began to warm up to me again after the Jorge case. "Who do you think is the worst serial killer in history? Do you think this Ice Truck killer guy qualifies?"
It's a good thing I don't have an ego. One of the first things Harry taught me is that most killers are caught when they start thinking themselves too smart. I don't want to be known or to leave a message. I just need to kill sometimes.
"Refined sugar," I said, taking a donut and walking away among the cops' snickers. Good old Dexter.
I sit again in front of my computer and plan a new batch of tests on the evidence left behind by the Ice Truck killer. He has sent me plenty of messages, but I'm getting tired of this monologue.
Let's see if I can find his return address.