In his spare time, Dexter is a serial killer who kills murderers, rapists, and other undesirables he believes that the legal system has failed to stop. Once he has done so, the voice is placated for a while, but it always eventually comes back. Flashbacks reveal that his foster father, an esteemed police detective named Harry Morgan , recognized early on that Dexter was a violent sociopath with an innate need to kill, and taught him how to kill people who had gotten away with murder as a way to channel his homicidal urges in a "positive" direction. Harry also taught the boy to be a careful and meticulous killer, to leave no clues, and to be absolutely sure his victims were guilty before killing them. Dexter calls these rules "the Code of Harry. Dexter eventually decides to help Deborah due to his moral code , but still feels a compelling pull to the killer due to similar desires.

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Hellishly Haunted Harry knew early on that his young son had a personality disorder. With that in mind, Hollow Headed Harry figures if child rearing has given him a lemon So Highly Helpful Harry steers his son on a course that he hopes will keep him from a lifetime of incarceration. Fast forward to present day and Disturbingly Damaged Dexter has learned well. The legend is born. I always did, after. Killing makes me feel good.

I enjoy my work; sorry if that bothers you. Oh, very sorry, really. But there it is. It has to be done the right way, at the right time, with the right partner - very complicated, but very necessary.

I had developed hunches before. I had a small reputation for it. My hunches were often quite good. I often know how the killers are thinking. I think the same way. Then what would I do for a hobby? Control it. Choose-" his words come so carefully now, "-choose what Somewhere not so far away he was searching for his next victim, sliding through the city like a shark around the reef.

I could almost hear the duct tape. He was out there, feeding his Dark Passenger, and it was talking to mine. And in my sleep I had been riding with him, a phantom remora. It was rare for the paper to arrive before six-thirty, and on Sundays it often came after eight.

It was another clear example of the disintegration of society that had so worried Harry. Mutilated corpses with a chance of afternoon showers. I got dressed and went to work.

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