No.
Dexter
If you won’t let me use the cameras, we’ll have to do this the old-fashioned way.
Hazel
I’ll call the police.
Dexter
But then our date would be a little crowded.
I pull up the dial screen and type in 911. The man every police officer in Seattle is looking for is about to be at my house. They’d have a whole squad here in minutes. But the call Wright got earlier plays in my mind. Every single person Flynn’s killed deserved it. I’m not sure I have it in me to turn him in and I really, really don’t want him coming to my house.
Hazel
Turn the cameras back on.
Dexter
Why?
Hazel
I have something to say.
I give him a few moments then I do a slow spin. “Fuck you, Flynn,” I shout at the walls like a madwoman. “You can keep your damn cameras on but stay away from my house.” I hold up my phone, my thumb hovering over the green button. “If I see you, I swear to god I’ll call the police.”
Dexter
I think I like you when you’re loud. Don’t forget to eat dinner x
A frustrated scream tears out of me, and I spend the next hour dismantling my house and climbing on furniture to try and find the blasted cameras.
I’m balancing on the back of the couch, looking inside the light shade, when my phone pings again.
Dexter
Get down from there. Right. Now.
I clench my teeth and jump back onto the seat cushions.
Hazel
You don’t get to tell me what to do.
Dexter
Clearly, or you’d be eating dinner by now instead of trying to kill yourself.
An image of me falling, my neck snapping against the floor flicks into my mind.
Young woman found dead in bungalow, cause of death: couch.
I slump down onto the cushions and drag my hand through my bangs, which get progressively wavier as the day goes on.
Hazel
