2100hrs

Scraping frost off an SUV is pretty rare in Miami, but today - on this cold December morning I was doing just that. A chore I don't particularly dislike. But today the neighbors dog decided he didn't take to me invading his territory and urinated on my leg. It's nothing new, animals not liking me, they must be able to sense the Dark Passenger, that's my take on it anyway, but still... Nothing I can do about it, unfortunately dogs dont adhere to Harrys code.


When I finally arrived at work, Vince decided it would be a good idea to bring in frosted donuts for everyone. Now I'm not a party pooper, but that's my little trick, a little way to 'charm' my fellow workers, another piece of armor if you will, one more layer that creates the illusion of a REAL human being. I didn't say anything though, Harry wouldn't approve.
Anyway I'm babbling a little here, time for the good stuff.
"Crime scene, 224 Alcheri drive" Angel shouted over the top of everyone. Oh those beautiful words, apart from my extra curricular activities of course, my work is the one place I can be me... Me, alone, with blood. There's nothing narsistic about it, the stuff just fascinates me.


Blonde female, approximately 30 years of age - lying face down on the front porch. Completely naked, no sign of blunt force trauma, infact no trace of anything - until I saw her hands. Each finger tip snipped off, precise - almost with a surgical prisision, the skin peeled back to show the bone just below the knuckle, on every finger.
Some strange ritual of some sort? Some strange message? Not an M.O I've seen before I can tell you. A little vulgar perhaps, but I had to admire the workmanship.
Without much blood there's not a lot I could do... So once the body was signed and bagged, I was back at base before I knew it.


I had 3 voice messages on my display when I for back, all from the baby sitter - the wonderful Irish charm. What did she want? Was something wrong? Had something happened to Harrison?
No. Her terminally ill sister was admitted to hospital with suspected sepsis - so she couldn't have Harrison past 12.
My research into this mystery 'fingertip' killer would have to wait, I'm a little further in the investigation than my fellow colleagues, having convienatly left some evidence in the trash bin by my work station. Not to interfere with proceedings of course, just applying my very own kind of justice.
Well thats about it for today, Harrison has just woken so I'm off to be the doting father that I am :)
Until next time Dexterites


Dexter