Chapter 10 chapter eight

I'm a little annoyed that even though I'm stuck in my own home, I can still do something meaningful.I took the crumpled paper out of my pocket and smoothed it out.A name plus a phone number, and I only spent a few minutes in front of the computer with the result. It was a mobile phone number belonging to Steve Recker, a professional photographer who lived on Teigter Street in the Coconut District.This Mr. Recker has his own specialty, he specializes in children's photography. The Nightwalker moved a little and smiled knowingly, but I couldn't wait.Teigter Road is not far from where I live, so I can drive there now.But Officer Doakes would stare at me, playing cat and mouse.Once Recker suddenly disappeared, Doakes could bypass all the red tape and come directly to me.

It's so frustrating that I'm stuck here, so close to my goal.Doakes obviously didn't have enough evidence, so he could only follow and monitor me, and he looked like he planned to stay in Germany for a long time.If he continues to follow me, I can only wear a mask and be my forensic doctor in a proper manner. Absolutely not. I had to hurry and find some evidence that Recker was the red boots photographer.Once he realizes that McGregor is on his way to no return, he'll likely run away; and the Darkseid won't be satisfied if the cops get there first.The Nightwalker groaned softly. Of course I knew how he felt, but I couldn't help it, so I could only pace back and forth.

Well, I'll just be a normal person in a big way.It might take a few weeks for this trick to work, but I'll stick with it.I'll be like a normal person and live a colorful life, starting with visiting my girlfriend Rita. Rita had a disastrous marriage, her ex-husband used drugs and was physically violent with her.In the end, he actually did something to the child, and Rita, who couldn't bear it, sent him to prison.Unpleasant experiences have dampened her desire for sex, and she has been looking for a gentleman who is interested in friendship and heart-to-heart conversation rather than low-brow passion.And I, Dexter, was the one who would rather have a relationship with her mentally than physically, and she was my ideal cover.Rita has a good face and a slender figure. I can take her to public places together, and people even say that we are a good match.I really like her two kids: Astor and Cody.They had a painful childhood, perhaps because I had a similar experience, and I have a sense of intimacy with them, which has long gone beyond the original intention of using Rita as a cover.

I figured out when Rita got off work and drove to her house. Officer Doakes followed like a hound.While I was knocking on the door, he parked his car across the street. The door flung open, and Rita poked her head out to look at me. "I just happen to be around here, so I stopped by to see if you've arrived home." "Well, I just came in. Come in! The kids are in the back yard, and if they know you're here, they'll stalk you right away. Want a beer?" "Have a can," I said, and followed her into the relatively cool living room. I sat on the sofa and looked at the beer in my hand.Drinking alcohol is definitely not a good habit for a hunter.Alcohol can make people sluggish and feel numb.But I'm a fiend on vacation, ready to make the ultimate sacrifice, ditch my powers, and become a human being—so beer is just what Dexter, who suffers from alcohol phobia, needs.

I took a sip, it was bitter, not high in alcohol, and I could feel it gurgling all the way into my stomach.I took another swig, and once I got used to it, it wasn't that bad.The jar quickly emptied and I took another from the freezer, maybe I should take another to Sergeant Doakes, who was taking pains to keep an eye on me. "Are you tired from work today?" Rita asked.