(without looking up) I knew you'd come.
Have you seen anything like this before?
Harrison opens the door. He's 16, awkward, angry.
Would you kill him? If you had to?
His phone rings. Harrison.
How do you know?
What did you tell him?
Dexter's blood runs cold.
Sure. Let's go.
Why not?
A knife. Why would a teenager need a knife? Unless he's already thinking what I was thinking at his age.
I told him not to. But he won't listen. He says he has to. He says... he says he's been planning it for weeks.