I really am guilty, of many somethings, all of them lethal and very enjoyable and technically not quite legal.

I was never more alive than when the Dark Passenger was driving.

Of course it was a terrible thing, and the world would be a much better place without someone in it who could do that, but did that mean we had to miss lunch?

Me, feeling. What a concept.

And what did you do last night, Dexter? Oh, I played with my dolls while a friend chopped up my sister.

Detective, I don't know where the boyfriend is, really," I said. And it was true, considering tide, current, and the habits of marine scavengers. -Dexter

I rose to my knees, mouth dry and heart pounding, and paused to finger a rip in my beautiful Dacron bowling shirt. I pushed my fingertip through the hole and wiggled it at myself. Hello, Dexter, where are you going? Hello, Mr. Finger. I don't know, but I'm almost there. I hear my friends calling.