Chapter 9 Chapter nine

The next morning, it started to rain.Traffic in Miami can become congested on rainy days.The road was slippery and the driver had to slow down.There was a long queue on the road, and the people behind were getting impatient. They kept pressing their horns, and some stuck their heads out of the car windows to yell, and even began to shake their fists. I followed the traffic slowly, playing the radio to pass the time.The Miami Police Department is still chasing the murder case in Tamiyami Alley. Although no specific clues have been obtained yet, Chief Matthews is very close to the case. It's as if you want to go out and catch people yourself.

By the time I got to the office building, the rain had stopped.The sun came out and steam rose from the sidewalk.I stepped into the lobby, flashed my ID and went upstairs. Deborah was already waiting for me inside, and she didn't seem very happy this morning. "Deborah," I say, placing the clean white pastry bag on the desk. "Where did you go last night?" she demanded as soon as she saw me, her voice full of sullenness. I looked at her with very affectionate eyes.She had just come off work and was wearing a lace corset, pink spandex shorts, and gold heels. "Leave me alone," I said. "Where were you last night?"

She blushed suddenly.She likes to wear clean ironed blue uniforms. "I called you several times and no one answered," she said. "Why are you looking for me in such a hurry? Is there any new clue in the case?" "They shut me down," she said, opening the white pastry bag and peering inside.Like a little girl, she took the fritters out of the bag and devoured them. "I wanted to get involved in this case, and the director agreed." "You know what LaGuerta thinks of you, you're too junior, not sophisticated enough." She doesn't like to hear me say such high-sounding words. "You know I'm perfectly qualified for homicide. I hate this suit," she said. "I'm going to go nuts if I keep doing this."

"Deborah, you want me to know the whole story of the case now, and that's a little early." "You don't have to talk to me, Dexter," she said, "you often only need to look at a dead body to know who did it. I never asked how you knew, but if you have If you have a premonition, just tell me everything. I really want to take off this ghost clothes." "We'd all love to see you take it off, Morgan," said a deep, ham-fisted voice in the hallway behind her, and Vince Masoka bared his brilliant, phony, textbook With a smile, "Why don't we give it a try and find a way out?"

"You're dreaming, Vince," Deborah said, pursing her lips in a way I haven't seen her since she was twelve. "Seriously, do you have any premonitions?" Deborah asked, turning to me. Deborah had good reason to think so.Generally speaking, every few weeks, there will be a few cruel and crazy killers who chop up a few wretches for fun. I can guess about these murderers.Several times Deborah saw me quickly finger things that no one else noticed, but she didn't tell anyone about me. She's really good cop stuff, and for a while she suspected I had some dark secret.Although she doesn't know what my secret is, she always feels that something is wrong, and she is troubled by it from time to time, because she loves me after all.She is also the only one who loves me among the people alive in this world.