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Addy nodded. She understood the need to bend the rules a little. She couldn’t help but chuckle at the comment of being a free spirit. It reminded her of a boy from college. He was all about being a free spirit, right down to sleeping with as many people as he could at the same time, blowing off classes and work. Addy wondered how much of that held true from Dexter.

The car started and Dexter’s question made Addy pale. She felt the blood drain from her face along with the knot in gut feeling that always happened when someone asked her that. She didn’t like lying, preferring to be upfront with people on all things but whenever the topic came up Addy suddenly became slightly self conscious.

‘’Well, I like facts. I like information and being a reporter means I don’t really have to work with other people. I am not really good with people.”

He drove and Addy looked over at him trying to anticipate his reaction. “I deal with homicides because they are...interesting. The reason people kill other people is sort of an obsession of mine.”

At that statement she turned to look out the window. Her cheeks warmed slightly. Fingers toyed with a button on her coat.

“My parents were murdered in our home when I was young. I saw that man. Saw them. I guess it is sort of an affinity, me and murders.”

Addy licked her lips and forced herself to look back at Dexter.

"I make it my job to help find the people who hurt other people. I don't have the tempermant to be a cop. Maybe a profiler for the FBI but they turned me down. Reporting on homicides, getting the information to the public. That suits me."

She shrugged somewhat dismissively and looked back out the window.