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The Secret	By : Keen Category: 1 through F > Dexter Views: 4873 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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ALL night I didn�t sleep, both nervous and excited that someone knew
me. Knew me for what I really was. A vigilante, a pretender,
a killer. Harper knew it all�and was far too calm with that knowledge. I
sat up quickly, puzzled by that realisation. Was she sincere or was she lying
in wait to let me hang myself, setting me up?
�� It was ten o� clock and I found
myself standing at her door, facing her, willing an answer from her mouth. One
that will make everything alright and ease the urge I have to smother her.� Just in case, I push my hands into my pockets
to keep temptation at bay.
�� How do I know you won�t use this to
try and manipulate me?� I asked.
�� It took her a minute to reply.
Harper didn�t look her bright-eyed and bushy-tailed self at the moment. Her
hair was wild and unkempt, her eyes hooded from lethargy, she hung in the
door�s frame like a wet rag, arms stretched out and head tilted to the side.
�� You don�t.� She shrugged, the
southern lilt making it sound sweeter than she meant it be.
�� Then why shouldn�t I kill you, too?�
�� In my pocket, my hands balled into
fists, knuckles cracking audibly. The sound got her attention. Harper stood up
straight now, arms at her sides. �Because it�s not your
style.�
�� She smiled out of anger but I
lowered my head to my feet, still refusing to be charmed by it. �How would you
know my style?� I asked sullenly.
�� Be serious, Dex.
You think a woman doesn�t know when someone has rifled through her purse?� I
blush realising how sloppy my haste had made me. I am usually so much better
than that. �I did my research on you and you kill the lowest of the low, scum
of the earth. Not to sound arrogant, but I know I�m better than that. I�m at
least more deserving than piano wire around my neck.�
�� Electric cable,� I corrected.
�� She blinked. �What?�
�� I used electric cable. It doesn�t
cut into the skin like piano wire.�
�� I didn�t know why I gave up that bit
of incriminating information. I knew the words to be forming, heard them coming
out of my mouth and was powerless to stop any of them. But my careless
admission didn�t devastate the Agent like it did me. Harper looked more
thoughtful than anything else, nodding with approval.
�� Much less mess that way,� she said
opening the door wider, inviting me inside.
�� Her home was like her. Neat, ordered, sweet smelling. A brown lacquered piano,
swirling with strong wood pattern dominated the family room as did ceiling to
floor bookshelves of the same colour. �� She
led me though the open space to the dining table where the meal I interrupted
sat. Ever the workaholic, her papers and case files sat open on the floor in
neat piles, edges lined up.�
�� After I settled into one of the high
back chairs, she offered me a plate and I took it rather eagerly. All this
worrying had taken its toll. I skipped dinner so the piping hot serving of
paella seemed to call my name. Usually I love Latin food but the cook
definitely took liberties preparing the dish. Paella is usually rich with
yellow rice, shrimp, squid, mussels and clams.�
This one had chitterlings and was served with a fist sized slice of
cornbread. Strange, culturally abhorrent but delicious.
�� I dug in and we ate in blissful
silence as if I hadn�t just told her how I killed a man or that she, a law
enforcement officer, had agreed on my method.
�� Harper finished her glass of wine
with a smack of her lips and smiled at me, her skin noticeably flushed from the
alcohol. �So where do we go from here?�
�� We?� I shake my head. �I do what I do alone.��
�� And I wouldn�t dream of asking to
tag along,� she said with a laughing snort. If I felt anything, I would have
said it hurt my pride. �I�m asking why you are here. I�d say to kill me, but I
imagine you would have done that the second I opened the door.�
�� And yet you did.�
�� What? Opened the door?� I nodded
and her lip curled again, her head tilting. She could see my mind working. She
saw that tiny hole she punched in me and she aimed to make it bigger.
�� It bothers you that I did that?
That I have so much trust in you,� she asked.
�� I suppose it did. I would like to
think that she of all people, knowing my list of credentials, would be a little
bit more fearful and cautious. Or at least worried enough to not laugh when she
thinks I�m asking her to tag along. I think I�ve earned that much.
�� You are right,� I confessed. �It
does bother me. People who are scared tend to keep their mouths shut, but you
aren�t.�
�� No I�m not,� she said, too proudly.
She must have seen on my face I wasn�t amused and became defensive. She sulked
in her seat, her legs crossed and bouncing with ire. �But since you seem to be
the expert, why don�t you tell me how to act.�
�� I am not the only one,� I said
looking around. Nothing on her walls, in her extensive library, her dress, nothing in her entire life hinted to
whom she really was or what she enjoyed�
�� I hide for the same reasons you do,�
she countered.
�� Please do not be so dramatic,� I
hissed. �You indulge in a kink, between two consenting adults while I��
�� My voice faded. I knew she knew
explicitly what I do, but I still couldn�t say it out loud. Thankfully I�ve
insulted her enough that she doesn�t wait for me to say more.� �You think I�d be able to have this life still
if everyone knew I liked to be bitten, pinched, smacked, Dexter? You think I�d
be able to hold my head up high when I go to see my mama and her sisters if
they knew? I should be so lucky to be put in prison, that way I could tell
myself they washed their hands of me because society had, not because they were
truly ashamed of me.��
�� Why do you care what they think?� I
asked.
�� Harper shrugged her shoulders. �I
don�t know. Probably because it�s easier this way.�
�� Only for them,� I grit, knowing this
truth personally. �You suffer so they won�t have to.� Deny yourself what you need to give them what
they want.�
�� And what�s that?�
�� A normal,
uneventful life.�
�� A smile ghosted her lush lips and I
looked down again. �We�re not talking about me anymore are we?� she asked.
�� Well, we�re certainly not talking
about me.�
�� I stood and moved for the door.
Harper followed, walking quickly to catch up to me. She must have seen the
wheels in my head turning again and finally got nervous.
�� So will you start plotting my death
now? Some way to make me vanish off the face of the earth?�
�� Can you give me a reason why I
should not?�
�� Dexter, I know you�ve probably
never had reason to trust someone before, but you can trust me. I�ll keep your
secret.�
�� That�s not entirely true. I trusted
Harry, but he was the one who saw what I was even before I did. Harry and his
Code taught me to hone and utilise my skills for the greater good. And it was
his Code that kept me from taking the dinner knife I had pocketed and going
across her neck.
�� I was serious when I said I want
you to continue doing what you do, Dexter. I am a pacifist myself but it
doesn�t make me blind to the fact that some people deserve more than what our
justice system is willing to offer.�
�� I turned hearing her words, an idea sparked in
my mind. �How serious are you?�
�� Harper looked dead at me. �Very,�
she said, with a nod.
�� The look in her eye sent a delicious shiver
through me and an equally delicious thought. �Then you find my next case,� I
ordered. �You find me someone who�s slipped through the cracks, someone you�d
approve of me killing.�
�� Her eyes grew impossibly wide, full
of disbelief. Her jaw dropped and wagged silently for a moment. �Morgan, I
can�t pass judgment on someone like that. I can�t tell you whose life to take.
I�m an Agent with the government; my job is to protect lives.�
�� I turned quickly and I finally get
the response I expected. That I deserved. Fear. Cold, wide-eyed, silent fear. She flinched as I rushed
toward her, pressing her flush against the door and my body, demanding she look
at me. I gazed into her eyes, almost drinking in her dread through her honey
coloured irises.
�� Do you really believe what I do serves a purpose?�
Harper�s eyes slide from me to the ground as she nodded, obviously
ashamed of her response. I took her chin in my hand and gently raised her face
to mine.
�� Then bring me a file.� �
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