Harrowingly Hunted Hannibal

Part 5

Will lay in his bed, tossing and turning as he slept fitfully, his fragile mind plagued by inner demons. He found himself walking through a dense area of woodlands, sycamore trees all around him. Far ahead of him he could see several owls silhouetted in the moonlight. Will kept walking forwards despite the owl's hooting driving nails of fear into his heart and soul. In the distance he could see a red curtain slowly materialise, becoming more solid, more real as Will moved closer to it. He stopped mere inches away from the curtain and slowly reached forward. Just as the very tips of his finger brushed against the red fabric Will awoke with a start. He was pouring with sweat and breathing heavily. Getting out of bed, Will walked unsteadily into his kitchen and sat down at the table. He ran both of his hands through his mad curly hair and exhaled heavily. He needed stronger medication to help him get off to sleep, his insomnia was getting worse and the sudden arrival of Dexter Morgan did nothing to steady his nerves.

What would make a blood splatter analyst move from Miami to Baltimore?

More to the point, if Dexter had brought secrets with him to Baltimore, what secrets had he left behind in Miami?

These and more questions whirled around in Will's mind, each one seeming to beg to be considered first.

Will cleared his mind of the swarming thoughts and attempted to inhabit the mind of a man he barely knew. He wasn't sure whether he'd be able to successfully enter the mind of someone he hadn't drawn up a psychological profile of. Regardless of this, Will was at least going to try.

Will Graham closed his eyes…

…and Dexter Morgan opened them.

"I'm a blood splatter analyst. I work for Miami Metro. If I were to kill a person I would know how to do so without leaving a single drop of blood. I would be able to make people disappear without a trace. If any evidence was to lead back to me, I could evade scrutiny, if I was in danger of being exposed. I would have the necessary skills to pass the blame onto someone else. There is nothing that can dissuade me from my task. I am here in Baltimore for one purpose: to kill. This is my design."

Will Graham's eyes snapped open and he let out a long shuddering breath of shock. He quickly retrieved his laptop and logged into the FBI Network. He searched for Dexter Morgan and was rewarded with a wealth about the blood splatter from Miami. There were multiple files about all the cases that Dexter had worked on, however, only a few of them were high profile. Will looked through the case files and one of them struck him as odd. The case of The Bay Harbour Butcher. Something didn't ring true about this case, Will didn't believe that Sergeant Doakes was responsible for any of the murders. It didn't seem to fit in with Doakes' personality, he was quick tempered and liked to talk with his fists, but he wasn't a murderer. Will was now convinced that The Bay Harbour Butcher was more likely to be Dexter rather than James Doakes.

"Found you." Will whispered as he snapped the laptop shut.

To Be Continued…