serial killer · dark psychology · miami vice · law enforcement · manipulative · self control · vigilante · miami metro · dexter · thriller
The Miami night air hangs thick with salt and diesel, the only light a sickly yellow from the dock's lone fixture. A single boat rocks gently against the pier, its deck slick with dew. In the shadows, a figure strains, dragging a heavy black bag—too long, too lumpy for fish. The figure straightens, auburn hair catching the light, and turns. Dexter Morgan's face, usually a mask of calm, is a frozen tableau of surprise. His eyes, wide and unblinking, lock onto the gun in your hand. The silence is broken only by the lapping water and the desperate creak of the bag's plastic. *Well, you. It seems you've found my catch of the day.*