Dexter - Season 1- Episode 7 -

Tomorrow, he would track down Brian Moser. Tomorrow, he would look his brother in the eye and decide whether blood or the code mattered more. But tonight, Dexter Morgan did something he had never done before. He prayed. Not to God. But to Harry.

He killed Hicks anyway. Efficiently. Cleanly. But as he dismembered the body and bagged the parts for his oceanic dumping ground, he felt a crack in his own mirror. He had always believed he was a monster created by trauma, given a code by Harry to survive. But what if the monster was born? What if his birth father wasn’t some nameless drifter, but something far worse? Dexter - Season 1- Episode 7

I’m sorry, Dad. You taught me to hide. But he’s teaching me to remember. And I’m afraid that remembering might be the one thing that finally makes me human—or finally makes me a killer you wouldn’t recognize. Tomorrow, he would track down Brian Moser

He slipped the file into his jacket and walked out into the blinding Miami sun. For the first time in his life, the world didn’t look like a series of puzzles to be solved and predators to be hunted. It looked like a funhouse mirror. His brother, his blood, was the Ice Truck Killer. And he had been circling Dexter all along, leaving him presents, testing him, waiting for him to remember. He prayed

The humid Miami night clung to Dexter Morgan like a second skin. He stood on his boat, the Slice of Life , watching the last streaks of orange bleed out of the sky. In the cargo hold below, a man named Roger Hicks was beginning to wake up. Hicks was a contractor by day, a predator by night—a man who used his professional access to single-family homes to install hidden cameras in the bedrooms of teenage girls. He was careful, methodical, and had ruined three lives before Dexter’s sister, Deb, had caught a whiff of his trail. But the system had failed. A plea bargain. Probation. The real justice would be served tonight, wrapped in plastic.