If I end up on a slab next week with a neat little needle mark in my neck, tell the world I died doing what I loved: wearing a Hawaiian shirt and talking about the refractive index of semen.
I almost choked on my energy drink.
But then she picks up a blood spatter cast-off pattern and says, “The angle of impact suggests the weapon was a hammer, but the void pattern indicates the perp wiped it with a cotton blend. Probably a t-shirt.” masuka intern dexter
Dexter gave her his usual “friendly neighborhood sociopath” nod, and she whispered to me, “His bio-rhythms are off.” If I end up on a slab next