047: Realization

Dexter

I meet up with Damson for a late breakfast at a nearby diner that I think serves really great food.

Naturally, he comes with all the guys from what he calls his ‘squad’. There are five of them, and the leader is pretty clearly identifiable. He’s the big guy with even more eyeliner around his eyes, and I have to admit that I don’t like him.

I’ve worked alongside the authorities for a very long time, and so, it’s easy for me to identify a crook. And this guy—this Jules—is a fucking crook. He also likes to intimidate people.

We sit in a booth, all six of us. Damson is the one talking the most. The rest of us are just sizing each other up. My cousin is clearly the youngest of the group. The rest seem to be around my age. It’s incredible how I’ve known Damson only for a few hours and yet I already feel overprotective of him. I hope he’s respected in this group and that nobody takes advantage of him.

Because I don’t like Jules. Not one bit.

By the looks of it, he doesn’t like me