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that, maybe you re better off 
 He s gone, Dexter. Taken. The, the guy has him. The guy who did that thing to the guy, she said,
and although I felt like I was suddenly thrust into an episode of The Sopranos, I knew what she meant.
Whoever had turned the thing on the table into a yodeling potato had taken Kyle, presumably to do
something similar to him.
 Dr. Danco, I said.
 Yes.
 How do you know? I asked her.
 He said it could happen. Kyle is the only one who knows what the guy looks like. He said when
Danco found out Kyle was here, he d make a try. We had a a signal set up, and Shit Dexter, just
get over here. We have to find him, she said, and hung up.
It s always me, isn t it? I m not really a very nice person, but for some reason it s always me that they
come to with their problems. Oh, Dexter, a savage inhuman monster has taken my boyfriend! Well
damn it, I m a savage inhuman monster, too didn t that entitle me to some rest?
I sighed. Apparently not.
I hoped Vince would understand about the doughnuts.
CHAPTER 14
I T WAS A FIFTEEN-MINUTE DRIVE TO DEBORAH S HOUSE from where I lived in the Grove.
For once, I did not see Sergeant Doakes following me, but perhaps he was using a Klingon cloaking
device. In any case, the traffic was very sparse and I even made the light at U.S. 1. Deborah lived in a
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small house on Medina in Coral Gables, overgrown with some neglected fruit trees and a crumbling
coral-rock wall. I nosed my car in next to hers in the short driveway and was only two steps away
when Deborah opened her front door.  Where have you been? she said.
 I went to yoga class, and then out to the mall to buy shoes, I said. In truth, I had actually hurried
over, getting there less than twenty minutes after her call, and I was a little miffed at the tone she was
taking.
 Get in here, she said, peering around into the darkness and holding on to the door as if she thought it
might fly away.
 Yes, O Mighty One, I said, and I got in.
Deborah s little house was lavishly decorated in I-have-no-life modern. Her living area generally
looked like a cheap hotel room that had been occupied by a rock band and looted of everything except
a TV and VCR. There was a chair and a small table by French doors that led out to a patio that was
almost lost in a tangle of bushes. She had found another chair somewhere, though, a rickety folding
chair, and she pulled it over to the table for me. I was so touched by her hospitable gesture that I risked
life and limb by sitting in the flimsy thing.  Well, I said.  How long has he been gone?
 Shit, she said.  About three and a half hours. I think. She shook her head and slumped into the
other chair.  We were supposed to meet here, and he didn t show up. I went to his hotel, and he
wasn t there.
 Isn t it possible he just went away somewhere? I asked and I m not proud of it, but I admit I
sounded a little hopeful.
Deborah shook her head.  His wallet and keys were still on the dresser. The guy has him, Dex. We
gotta find him before  She bit her lip and looked away.
I was not at all sure what I could do to find Kyle. As I said, this was not the kind of thing I generally
had any insight into, and I had already given it my best shot tracking down the real estate. But since
Deborah was already saying  we it seemed that I didn t have a lot of choice in the matter. Family ties
and all that. Still, I tried to make a little bit of wiggle room.  I m sorry if this sounds stupid, Debs, but
did you report this?
She looked up with a half snarl.  Yeah, I did. I called Captain Matthews. He sounded relieved. He told
me not to get hysterical, like I m some kind of old lady with the vapors. She shook her head.  I asked
him to put out an APB, and he said,  For what?  She hissed out her breath.  For what . . . Goddamn
it, Dexter, I wanted to strangle him, but . . . She shrugged.
 But he was right, I said.
 Yeah. Kyle is the only one who knows what the guy looks like, she said.  We don t know what he s
driving or what his real name is or Shit, Dexter. All I know is he s got Kyle. She took a ragged
breath.  Anyway, Matthews called Kyle s people in Washington. Said that was all he could do. She
shook her head and looked very bleak.  They re sending somebody Tuesday morning.
 Well then, I said hopefully.  I mean, we know that this guy works very slowly.
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 Tuesday morning, she said.  Almost two days. Where do you think he starts, Dex? Does he take a
leg off first? Or an arm? Will he do them both at the same time?
 No, I said.  One at a time. She looked at me hard.  Well, it just makes sense, doesn t it?
 Not to me, she said.  Nothing about this makes sense.
 Deborah, cutting off the arms and legs is not what this guy wants to do. It s just how he does it.
 Goddamn it, Dexter, talk English.
 What he wants to do is totally destroy his victims. Break them inside and out, way beyond repair.
Turn them into musical beanbags that will never again have a moment of anything except total endless
insane horror. Cutting off limbs and lips is just the way he What?
 Oh, Jesus, Dexter, Deborah said. Her face had screwed up into something I hadn t seen since our
mom died. She turned away, and her shoulders began to shake. It made me just a little uneasy. I mean,
I do not feel emotions, and I know Deborah quite often does. But she was not the kind of person who
showed them, unless irritation is an emotion. And now she was making wet snuffly sounds, and I knew
that I should probably pat her shoulder and say,  There there, or something equally profound and
human, but I couldn t quite make myself do it. This was Deb, my sister. She would know I was faking
it and
And what? Cut off my arms and legs? The worst she would do would be to tell me to stop it, and go
back to being Sergeant Sourpuss again. Even that would be a great improvement over her wilting-lily
act. In any case, this was clearly one of those times where some human response was called for, and
since I knew from long study what a human would do, I did it. I stood up and stepped over to her. I
put my arm on her shoulder, patted her, and said,  All right, Deb. There there. It sounded even
stupider than I had feared, but she leaned against me and snuffled, so I suppose it was the right thing to
do after all.
 Can you really fall in love with somebody in a week? she asked me.
 I don t think I can do it at all, I said.
 I can t take this, Dexter, she said.  If Kyle gets killed, or turned into Oh, God, I don t know what
I ll do. And she collapsed against me again and cried.
 There there, I said.
She gave a long hard snuffle, and then blew her nose on a paper towel from the table beside her.  I
wish you d stop saying that, she said.
 I m sorry, I said.  I don t know what else to tell you.
 Tell me what this guy is up to. Tell me how to find him.
I sat back down in the wobbly little chair.  I don t think I can, Debs. I don t really have much of a feel
for what he s doing.
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 Bullshit, she said.
 Seriously. I mean, technically speaking, he hasn t actually killed anybody, you know.
 Dexter, she said,  you already understand more about this guy than Kyle did, and he knows who it
is. We ve got to find him. We ve GOT to. She bit her lower lip, and I was afraid she would start
blubbering again, which would have left me totally helpless since she had already told me I couldn t say
 There there again. But she pulled it together like the tough sergeant sister she was and merely blew
her nose again.
 I ll try, Deb. Can I assume that you and Kyle have done all the basic work? Talked to witnesses and
so on?
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