She just smiled. Didn’t say yes. Didn’t say no. Just… smiled .
Vince Masuka Location: Miami Metro Homicide, Lab #4 (The Cool One)
But then she picks up a blood spatter cast-off pattern and says, “The angle of impact suggests the weapon was a hammer, but the void pattern indicates the perp wiped it with a cotton blend. Probably a t-shirt.”
Is Masuka Intern Dexter a genius? Yes. Is she a future serial killer? Statistically, probably not. But statistically, nobody should have two Masukas in one lab.
Despite the creepy vibes, the girl is a . She organized my reagent shelf alphabetically and by molecular weight. She found a trace of soil on a victim’s shoe that Batista missed. She even laughed at my “What do you call a fake noodle? An impasta!” joke.
She walks in. She’s quiet. Too quiet. You know who else is quiet? Spiders. Snipers. And my coworker, Dexter Morgan.
Dexter gave her his usual “friendly neighborhood sociopath” nod, and she whispered to me, “His bio-rhythms are off.”