Dearly Devoted Dexter (Dexter, #2)

by Jeff Lindsay

He glanced at the body and then at Doakes. “Can you do it, Sergeant?” “They're not going to like it in Washington,” Doakes said. “And I don't much like it here.” “I'm beginning to lose interest in what they like in Washington,” Matthews said. “We have our own problems. Can you handle this?” Doakes looked at me. I tried to look serious and dedicated, but he just shook his head. “Yeah,” he said. “I can do this.” Matthews clapped him on the shoulder. “Good man,” he said, and he hurried away to talk to the news crew. Doakes was still looking at me. I looked back. “Think how much easier it's going to be to keep track of me,” I said. “When this is over,” he said. “Just you and me.” “But not until it's over,” I said, and he finally nodded, just once. “Until then,” he said.