Part 2 of Chapter 1

An officer, 6'5" if he was a foot,  was trying to take control. He asked loudly, "Can anyone describe what the suspect was wearing, or give any kind of description of him?"

"Yes, I can." A middle aged, slightly overweight man stepped forward. "He was wearing a dark red hoodie and dark pants, not sure if they were dark blue or black."

A young woman, maybe in her early 20's, stepped forward and said, "Yeah, and he was a big guy, over 6' tall. And heavy."

Dexter recognized the middle aged man as Mr. Jenkins, a computer programmer for a large corporation downtown. He kept to himself mostly, only coming out to talk to someone when he couldn't avoid it. He was a nice enough gentleman, just quiet. Apparently never got married.  The young woman was someone Dexter had come to know as a bit of floozy in the neighborhood. She was the daughter of the Campbell's who lived next door. She was often seen with this boy or that boy, out late at night and quiet often drunk. Her name was Kelly Campbell.

As the police were trying to clear the area and put up police tape around the scene, Dexter surveyed the area. People were still crowded around the policemen trying to get their bit of the story in. The ambulance had just pulled up and they were preparing to take care of the body. Dexter looked around to see who was in charge and was pleasantly surprised to see an old friend of his. Danny Johnson. Dexter hadn't seen him since graduation from high school. They had been good friends back in those days. Dexter paused for a moment remembering all the good times they had had together. Danny was one of the few people who gave Dexter a challenge when it came to things like chess and cards & D & D, but Dexter had been the victor more often than not. Danny had about as active imagination as Dexter did.Those were good days indeed.