Dexter: The Bay Harbour Butcher

Money Is Evil (Part 2)

Derek was still at the house of James Hadavar's parents. He was recounting his last case, one of his most personal cases to date, about a young man just trying to help his family out when bad things start to happen.

"Mr and Mrs Hadavar, I can see you're upset, I don't have to continue if you don't want me to" said Derek.

"No, please. We need to know what happened to our son, we have to know how someone could kill our kind, sweet son" said Mrs Hadavar, brushing tears from her eyes.

----- Flashback -----

Some time had passed. Derek and James were in the car on the way back to the FBI headquarters when Derek's phone rang. It was Garcia, the tech savvy queen of computers.

"What have you got for me baby girl?" said Derek in his usual playful tone.

"What haven't I got for you? I'll have to show you later" says Garcia, winking to herself.

"You're on speakerphone, again" said Derek.

"Why are you always doing that to me Derek? Anyway, I've found a list of 100 men that match the parameters that you gave me; six foot tall, dark hair, own their own business and they all have a weakness for money" said Garcia.

"Hmm, try searching for men who live or who have lived in Miami and have other properties in major cities across America" said Derek.

Garcia types away on her keyboard, filtering through the results. "Okay, that's narrowed it down to five people, only one of them have a criminal background though. Gutierre Hernandez, he's been convicted of small scale smuggling. Sentenced for five years but he was out in two with 'good behaviour', yeah right" said Garcia.

"Thanks a lot Garcia, you are a beautiful genius" praised Derek.

"I'm here to please" replied Garcia. With that Derek hung up. He'd reached the FBI and JJ met James at the entrance, ushering him in through the doorway. Derek turned the car around and headed back along the highway towards Gutierre's home. 

Derek pulled up to the electric gate outside Gutierre's house, he pressed the buzzer and flashed his badge. The gate swung open immediately. He carried on up the driveway, got out of the car and knocked on the door.

Gutierre answered with a large grin on his face. He looked as if he came from a mixed Puerto Rican and Cuban descent. "The FBI, to what do I owe this great pleasure?" said Gutierre.

"It's about your recent dealings with James Hadavar. We can sort this out the easy way or the hard way." Derek said, forcefully.

"I'm sorry but I have no idea what you're talking about, I don't know a James Hadavar. Sorry I couldn't have been any more help" Gutierre said and slammed the door in Derek's face.

Derek wasn't happy, he knew that Gutierre was the guy he was after, he trusted Garcia and he trusted his gut. He needed evidence. He made the long trip back up to the FBI to talk to James again.

Derek entered the familiar Behavioural Analysis Unit bullpen. The higher up offices looking down on the cubicles, people rushing about their days. Committing to deadlines. James Hadavar was in 'Conference Room 1', Derek headed straight there.

James was sat at the end of the table, content with the lunch he'd just been given; chunky BLT sandwiches and a thick banana milkshake. "Hey, I've got some good news and some bad news. Good news: It's definitely him, the way he composed himself when I said your name told me that he knew you. Bad news: we've got nothing to arrest him on, we need evidence. Did he ever give you a receipt or a bill or something to say that you owe him money or that he's taken money off of you?" asked Derek.

James' mouth was still full so he rushed to swallow the big chunk of bacon still in his mouth, coughing in the process. "Not that I can think o--" James said being cut short by the sound of his phone ringing.

It was an unknown number.

"Hello?" James said.

"You've made an enemy, boy. I have friends in high places and friends in low places. Take your pick" said the voice on the phone. The phone went dead.

"That was him! I recognised his voice" said James, on edge.

Derek snatches the phone out of his hand and runs out of the BAU heading straight for Penelope Garcia's office. He busted open the door like it was a raid.

"Oh so soon I wasn't expecting you until later" said Garcia.

"Not now Garcia, run a trace on this phone" Derek says rushed.

Garcia gets to typing on her computer, windows pop up left right and center. A map of the USA appears with two red lines spread in opposite directions - one horizontally and the other vertically. The lines move as the map zooms in further and further until it was narrowed down to a single four mile radius.

"That's the furthest I can triangulate it too, he wasn't on the phone long enough. But look, suspect number one is still in the running" said Garcia.

"That's all I needed to know Garcia" Derek says as he kisses Garcia on her forehead.

----- Flashback End -----

Mr and Mrs Hadavar were glued to their seats waiting until the inevitable moment when Derek tells them that their son had died, again.

"That's when I dragged Gutierre into the FBI for questioning, the evidence was circumstantial but I could still hold him for 48 hours without charging him. It was at that point I let James out of his sudden FBI protection. His problem was in an interrogation room with me" Derek said.