Dexter Helps Out at Murder Location

Danny leaned forward to check out the prints. As always Dexter noticed the little things which were the difference between solving and not solving cases, "Yes, I see them now. And I wouldn't have even given them a second look except the one under the body. That would have had to have been there before the body fell. And it's too small for Mr. Peabody's feet."

Dexter pulled the button out from his pocket and handed it to Danny, "I also found this where the body was. It seems to be a button from a uniform shirt of the bus company Mr. Peabody worked for, but Mr. Peabody wasn't wearing a uniform shirt at the time. There is a good chance this came from the murder's shirt as they were struggling."

Danny took the button from Dexter and put it into a plastic evidence bag, "Dexter, you never cease to amaze me. Maybe you should have gone into the police work instead of me."

"Nothing amazing about it, I just noticed these things. I'm sure anyone here would have eventually.", Dexter shrugged and didn't really understand his friends praise. He never thought of himself as anything extrodinary, just a normal man. Even with his apparent extra esoteric skills, Dexter still always thought if he could do it, anyone else could."Oh, one more thing.."

"There's more?" Danny questioned, pausing to see what his friend had to say.

"Yes," Dexter started, "before they took the body away I noticed the stab wound was very odd. Almost like it was made with a very wide knife or some other similar object. I was thinking perhaps something jagged." He was still confused as what could have made such an unusal entry wound. Perhaps the coronor would have more luck with that.

"I'll mention that to furensics when I talk to them," Danny said, "Dexter, it's been great seeing you again. And it's nice to know that you still have your gift of seeing things that no one else can."

Dexter shook Danny's hand, and said, "Good to see you again Danny, sure brings back some good old memories. Maybe we can get together sometime for some drinks?"

Danny smiled, and said, "That would be great. Give me a call at the station and we'll make plans." Danny paused looking back at the other officers, "I gotta get back to work here. Take care Dexter." Danny turned around and headed back to the group of police near the cars.

Dexter stood there watching him go, smiling to himself, looking forward to getting together with him soon. Hoping this wasn't one of those occasions when people say they are getting together and then never do. Dexter really liked Danny and his company. Maybe he could invite out one night when he was out with Christopher. Christopher is Dexters cousin, but  since Dexter's Mom and Dad passed away at an early age, Christopher's Mom raised him. So, Christopher was very much like a brother to Dexter. And his only and best friend. Except Mrs Houser down the street.

"Whatcha talking to the cops about, Dex?", said Kelly, who had been hanging around waiting for Danny to leave so she could have her turn with Dexter. Dexter never understood why Kelly always was hanging around him. They had nothing in common, but yet it seemed she was always wanting to hang around him. Dexter jumped, a little startled out of his thinking about the case, "Kelly, if I've told you once, I've told you a thousand times, my name is Dexter, not 'Dex'." He stated firmly.

Kelly rolled her eyes and said in a slow sarcastic voice, enuciating every sylable, "Dexter, whatcha talking to the cops about?"

Dexter sighed, sometimes it took all his strength to maintain his calm exterior while dealing with Kelly, she could be exasperating, "Nothing important, Kelly. He is an old friend of mine from high school."

Just then a car pulled up 2 houses down and an older woman got out and started walking toward Dexter and Kelly. Dexter realized that Mrs.Houser wasn't home at the time of the murder. She had been a friend of Dexter's grandfather, mother and father before they had passed away. Dexter knew Mrs. Houser for as long as he could remember and when he bought this house near here he always made sure she was ok. She wasn't getting any younger and Dexter was always concerned about her. He helped her with anything she needed. Minor home repairs, errands when she was sick, or just walking her dog once in awhile. In return she often cooked dinner for him and much to Dexter's dismay, cleaned up around his house for him. Every time that woman cleaned the house he could never find anything. She meant well and he loved her for it. Right now, though, she was heading toward the murder scene and he needed to head her off and explain what happened. She wasn't a weak woman, but this murder was too close to home and he wanted to explain it to her first.