Dexter is Delicious (Dexter, #5)

by Jeff Lindsay

“Does that look like a fucking kidnapping to you?” Deborah demanded. “Not a very efficient one,” I said, looking at the huge smear of blood. “They left almost half of their victim behind.”

“Do you love her?” she said suddenly, swinging back to face me, and I blinked with surprise. Such a blunt and personal question was very unlike Deborah, which was one reason we got along so well. “Do you love Rita,” she repeated, leaving me no wiggle room whatsoever. “I … don’t know,” I answered carefully. “I’m, uh, used to her.”

“What are you doing?” she demanded without saying hello. “Digesting a doughnut,” I said. “Do it up here in my office,” she said, and hung up.