Dismembered 🔪 Dexter

06. Backup

I stood nervously outside the motel room Calvin West was passed out in. My back was leaning against the faded paint of the exterior and my arms were crossed tightly across my body as I fidgeted nervously.

Finally, a silver car pulled into the parking lot and stopped sloppily in a spot. Dexter wasted no time getting out of the car and rushing towards me, dressed in a purple t-shirt and jeans. "Tell me exactly what happened." He ordered.

"Calvin West. He raped and murdered at least five girls from his college. I found out he was going to be at a frat party tonight, so I went to lure him here so I could kill him." I began recounting, my breathing still choppy and frantic.

"Is that Calvin West?" Dexter asked, motioning towards Matt, West's friend.

I shook my head. "No. It's one of his frat buddies. He followed me here. I took Calvin in and knocked him out, then came back out here to get my tools, and Matt was there. He started grabbing for the briefcase and then started trying to attack me. I just swung, and he fell, and--"

"Elena, I need you to calm down." Dexter instructed, walking forward and laying his hand on my shoulder, looking directly into my eyes. I focused on his hazel green eyes as he asked me more questions. "Is West still unconscious."

"Yeah. He will be for a few more hours. I injected him with a tranquilizer." I answered, checking to make sure the empty syringe was still in my pocket. I took it out and Dexter glanced at it only briefly.

"Good. Keep it with you. Make sure you don't lose it." Dexter instructed.

"What do we do about Matt?" I asked, staring at the lifeless body.

"We leave him. There's a lot of blood and we don't have time to clean it up properly. We straighten up the scene and we leave him here for the cops to deal with. The way you were saying he was acting, he was probably strung out. Chances are, they'll find drugs in his system. The cops will think he came here for a drug deal. That's not uncommon with this motel. They'll look into it for a little bit, but homicide has more pressing cases than another drug deal gone wrong in Miami." Dexter explained as he slipped on a pair of rubber gloves.

"And what about Calvin?" I wondered.

"Do you have the room key." I nodded and hurried to get it out of my back pocket, willingly surrendering it to Dexter. He unlocked the door and I walked in directly after him.

"Shit." I mumbled yet again. He was still unconscious on the floor, but he now rested on a pillow his own vomit. Vomit contained DNA. If we left it, it could be traced to West.

I looked to Dexter for orders. Like me, he had wrinkled his nose at the putrid smell and disgusting appearance. "You work on cleaning that up. I'll take care of West." Dexter volunteered and I nodded compliantly. Dexter rolled West away from the pool of stomach acid and heaved him up, draping West's unconscious body over his shoulder like a sack of flower. He carried him out of the open motel room door as I gathered as many towels as I could find in the bathroom. I dampened them in the sink before beginning to scrub the acrid disgorge from the old, stained carpet.

Dexter walked back into the motel room just as I finished cleaning up the vomit, leaving nothing but a wet spot that would be dry by morning. "Here." Dexter said and held a black garbage bag open for me to dump the towels in. He knotted the bag and began examining the room, making sure no traces were left behind. "You didn't pay for this place under your name, did you?"

"No, of course not. I swiped a key from a housekeeper." I explained and he nodded.

"Good. And there aren't any working cameras around this motel. It doesn't look like there was really anyone here to be a witness."