For ten years I was empty. No dark passenger. Just a void. I thought I could be normal. I thought I could be Jim Lindsay. But Jim Lindsay is a ghost. And ghosts don't bleed.
Angela's good at her job. Too good. That's a problem.
What's wrong?
Dad. Can you come get me? Please.
Would you kill him? If you had to?
Sleep.
Did you do it?
Dexter looks back at the woods. The figure is gone.
Just thinking. You ever notice how many women go missing along the interstate?
Dexter's phone buzzes. Angela. She texts: "Body found at the quarry. Possible homicide. Meet me?"