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Dexter Morrison

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a character in “Into the Dark”, as played by kemj25

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Name: Dexter Morrison
Nickname: Dex
Age: 41
Gender: M
Occupation: Private Investigator


Physical Description: Dex has long, dark hair and strong eyes. When on a case, one will usually find a stoic look on his face.
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Personality: Make no mistake, Dex is in it for the money. He will try to find the criminal, but being a consultant for the police is always about the reward. Dex always wanted to live the life of a rock star, but used his keen observational skills and his smarts to get him ahead in life. Even if he decides to help another, it is never out of selflessness or kindness in his heart. Dexter Morrison always plays the long game and gets results. The best way to share in his spoils is to have a common goal, and in this instance, it's catching not just a killer, but the killer.

Bio: Morrison was brought up in a 100% WASP, middle class family. He always knew he could use his smarts to create opportunity, but not many career paths seemed exciting enough. Around the age of 13, Dex saw his father answering some questions for some detectives. Dexter didn't care about the crime that his father witnessed, but he was captivated by watching police comb the crime scene down the street. Unfortunately, police are often bound by procedures and regulations. Dex hit the books and knew he wanted to work on his own terms, but still get some police work done. Now he drives a nice car around Triumph City with a handful of commendations, a stack full of cases, and a licence to carry his 9mm Glock 17.

So begins...

Dexter Morrison's Story

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"OH, YES! MORE!"
Dexter Morrison, was a private detective by day and a lover by night. Yesterday had gone great. Dex wrapped up a case involving a robbed donut shop and made it rain on a new honey he picked up at the bar. Everything was going great until... Briiiiing! The sound of a new text.
Awh great, not now! These are my off hours and they know it! Hm, they do know that, maybe it's important. I'll just take a peek...
"Dex! You're not seriously gonna answer that, are you?" Asked the feisty blonde.
"Goddammit," Dexter whispered under his breath. "Listen babe, this is my work phone. I'm a detective, remember? They're probably desperate for my skill set..." Dex's eyes traced part of the message and stopped when he saw the words 'Handprint Killer.' He had worked a bit on the first case, but his role was majorly downplayed. If this is the real deal, he knew he could score much more recognition and the dough that comes with it. Dex leapt out of bed and started shuffling for his pants.
"You can't be serious!"
"I'm sorry, honey. This is urgent, they need me down at the station now!" Dex finished scrambling to put on his pants and shirt. He turned to the lady, whose name he had honestly forgotten and smirked as the thoughts of working this case danced in his head. "There's some change on the coffee table for a cab. You can freshen up and leave when you like, but if you try to swipe anything I'll bring you with me to the station next time I go down."
Dex cheekily blew her a kiss and darted out the door and on his way to the station.

Upon arriving at the station, Dex saw most of the cops gathered around the Chief, ready to debrief the uniforms on what the hell is going down.

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Steve watched as Bailey scurried away from him, she was a really good cop and that's why he chose her for his team. But he was also a very good cop and detective, he could tell when someone had a problem. He had heard the rumors about her before but Steve doesn't follow rumors, Steve follows facts. Everything about her showed she had a problem. When someone is shaky and jumpy and they sweat in a room temperature environment its pretty obvious to him. He shook his head and went over to his office, there were several piles of papers and cases on his desk but the newly obtained file for the Hand Print Killer was his new top priority. He left his office for a second time this time with a cup of coffee in his hand. This whole situation wasn't good and time was of the essence. To make matters worse The one person who Steve didn't want to see had arrived at the station, Dexter Morrison.

Steve made his way over to the slimy private investigator, "Morrison what are you doing here? we had an exterminator a few days ago, they said they got rid of all of the roaches." He had worked with Dexter Morrison before and he did not approve of his methods or intentions. He was only in it for the money and Steve didn't like that one bit.

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"Hey, McCoy!" Dex greeted Steve, sounding as happy as one can be. Truthfully, Morrison really didn't like Steve. Sure, McCoy was a good cop, but he really put a damper on Dex's style. "So you talked to the exterminator too? Did he also tell you the roaches are all wearing uniforms?"
Dex leaned against a desk and picked up the box of donuts off of it, pawed through it, and then presented it before Steve. "Donut?"
"Very funny, Morrison. Listen, I know the department wants you to be part of this case, but that doesn't mean a slime ball like you can waltz in and treat this place like a circus."
Dex pretended to be uninterested in what Steve had to say and took a bite out of his donut. "Hey, is that Daniels over there? Mmm, I bet she's a hot piece of ass. Is she dating anyone? I don't like having to keep beating out the competition."
"Daniels is a great officer and you will treat her with respect, got it?" Steve asked sternly. "Now remember Detective Crosse? Go wait for her by her office, she should have a copy of the case files for you. And Morrison, this is serious. I need your head in the game or I need you to get out." McCoy picked up a donut and left Dex.

Dexter then proceeded to make his way to Crosse's office, but not without passing some glances at some of the ladies in the station. See, most men would allow the gravity of the situation to keep them from making any sexual advances. Dex saw it as a personal challenge.

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Bailey quickly got a hold of herself and left the stall, a horrid taste in her mouth. She turned on the faucet and sighed heavily, cupping some water and washing away the taste. She watched her hand as it proceeded to shake. Balling her hand into a fist she lightly slammed down on the counter “Breathe. Just breathe.” She took a few minutes to compose herself before leaving the bathroom and making her way to her office.

Opening the door she was greeted to a man leaning back on her chair reading a file with his feet crossed and resting on her desk. She leaned on the doorknob in curiosity “Excuse me.”
The file dropped to his lap revealing Dexter Morrison, greeting her with a cheeky smile, who had seemed to gladly make himself right at home at her desk.

“Of course it’s you,” she walked over to the desk and grabbed the file “and you've already got the Handprint Killer file. Only problem is this,” she closed the file “is my copy. The copy your boots are getting messed up, is yours.”

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"Right. Of course it is," Dexter Morrison replied as he swiveled into a more appropriate sitting position. He had spent the past 5 minutes scanning the file. Odd how she was absent for that long, considering it's all hands on deck. Crosse avoided extensive eye contact and seemed a little groggy. But hey, even if the rumours are true, that could be explained by being forced to get up in the morning. Even Dex was struggling for a bit of a second wind. He went back to eyeballing some of the new information there was on the case, what little there was.
"He got out in a car crash?" Dex asked Crosse. She nodded. "Judging by how fucked up the guards are, I'd get some uniforms searching places where he could gets supplies. Chances are he's hurt and wants to dress his wounds. That means houses, general stores, clinics. Avoid searching other places that are unlikely to have those for now."
Bailey looked at Dex, contemplating what he had to say to her. She opened her mouth to say something, but Dex quickly followed up with a smile, "I'm gonna go do some detective work at the crash site. I'll see you at ground zero. Thanks for the file, babe." Morrison then slunk out the door, hoping to avoid McCoy on the way to the scene.

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Dex ducked under the caution tape and stepped on to the scene.

Ugh. Bodies, twisted metal, cops, and... Helllllo. That's the smoking hot brunette that works for the Tribune. I oughta work homicides more often.

Morrison excitedly stepped towards the reporter, making sure to avoid McCoy on the way.
"Why, hello there, madam," Dex started. "Don't mind the smell. The cops won't be spending all their time here... And I suppose they'll move the wreckage as well." Dexter extended his hand to Addy. "The name is Dex Morrison. You may have heard of me: I piloted the first transatlantic flight and invented the wheel. I also do detective work for the station, but that is only my fifth most interesting trait. And you must be that beautiful reporter that I've heard about. Miss Helder, is it?"

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Steve smiled to her. "It was the impact, I looked at the bodies myself. I didn't see any wounds that were caused maliciously." " Im not sure but---" He was then cut off by the one voice he did not want to hear. Dexter Morrison. "Why, hello there, madam," Dex started. "Don't mind the smell. The cops won't be spending all their time here... And I suppose they'll move the wreckage as well." "The name is Dex Morrison. You may have heard of me: I piloted the first transatlantic flight and invented the wheel. I also do detective work for the station, but that is only my fifth most interesting trait. And you must be that beautiful reporter that I've heard about. Miss Helder, is it?

Steve sighed as Dexter laid on his cheesy lines towards Adeline. "Dexter here, is a consulting private eye for the Police department, We like to give him jobs because it boosts his self esteem. "Speaking of which, shouldn't you go investigate the scene?" He said with a tone.Dexter looked at him.

"But I--"

Steve cut in " Dex I have a gun..."

"Me too" He replied.

Steve responded again with "Yeah, but I have two guns, and a knife. ..."

Dexter gained a slightly frustrated look on his face "Fine I guess someone has to do some real police work around here." With that Dexter stormed off back towards the crash. Steve looked back to the reporter. "As I was saying I'm not sure but I think he went down this alleyway. Mostly because of the blood on the ground." He pointed his finger towards the smail trail leading down thew alleyway.

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Detective McCoy confirmed that it was the impact that killed the officers and Addy was relieved. Though trauma from a car wreck was not a good way to die she felt it would be better than at the hands of a killer. Means it is only a matter of time before he kills someone.

Her next question was cut off by a voice she did not know. Addy turned and looked at the new arrival. Her eyebrows raised a little. She wasn’t entirely sure he was serious or just had an odd sense of humour.

Her called her beautiful and knew her name and Addy was surprised. She made to hold out her hand for an introduction when Detective McCoy interjected.

Addy lowered her hand and watched the scene play out. She couldn’t help the slight smile of amusement that appeared as the men bantered.

When Dexter stormed off, Addy waved towards his back. “It was nice to meet you, I think...”

She looked back to Detective McCoy. Her eyes moved to the ground, focusing on the trail of blood that he pointed out. She had been too busy looking up that she had not inspected the ground yet.

“Seems likely.”

Addy pulled out her notepad and jotted down a few things. “If he makes it to a main road, no telling where he might go. Do we have any idea who he might contact, if anyone? Anyone write to him in prison? What about visits?”

She gestured over her shoulder towards where Dexter had disappeared. “Quite the character.”

A new voice, this one female added itself to their discussion. Addy looked up to see the woman approaching where they stood.

She said nothing knowing the woman was there for Detective McCoy, not her and not wishing to ruffle feathers. Not all officers were cordial when it came to reporters. Addy could only hope that this woman would work with her as McCoy was. She preferred the police as allies not that she had ever let that stop her from getting her story before.

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Dex walked back to the wreckage, occasionally glancing at the cute brunette talking with that knuckle-dragger, McCoy... Actually, Morrison knew Steve was a great detective for the force. Even though both had worked the original Handprint Killer case, detective McCoy had accomplished much more than him. But now there's this case and Dex was ready.

God, some parts of the inside here looks like a fucking Jackson Pollock with all the blood. Surprised he got out. Asshole kills civies and guns down three uniforms and gets out of a wreck that kills just about everyone inside. Unlikely we'll find any new evidence here. The only trail of blood was leading away from the crash and Tweedledee & Tweedledum are already on that, but it's unlikely he bled the whole way to his destination. Goddammit, I don't want to have to wait for him to kill again before we get a lead. - Briiiing! - Fuck, what now?

Morrison received a text from the department. There was a fire at a local convenient shop and the fire department thinks it might be arson. Dex looked and saw McCoy and Crosse getting ready to leave the scene. Those two are bound by certain rules, but Dexter likes to see them more as... "guidelines."

"Miss Helder," Dex said as he approached the reporter. "I don't know if Mein Führer told you as he was taking off, but we think we might have a new lead, that doesn't us having the bloody brick road. I'd be more than happy to give you a lift if you're looking for some new evidence in your story."

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Addy turned when she heard her name. She gave Dexter a slight smile as he called McCoy ‘mein fuhrer’. She had never found heard that he was too much of a hard ass. A bit of a stickler for rules but she could respect people who did their jobs.

She put a hand on her hip. “Well he didn’t tell me but it was on his and Detective Crosse’s radio so hard not to overhear.”

Addy raised an eyebrow, a small smirk on her lips. “What is in it for you? Bringing me to the scene that is and letting me get information for my write up. Why help me?”

She was always wary of people who offered help when she couldn’t find their motive for doing do. Addy pocketed her phone and her notepad. “I have a car here. You realize I go with you it means you can’t just ditch me right?”

Addy wished she knew more about him. He knew her name when he first approached and she hated feeling at the disadvantage. She made a mental note to look him up when she went home tonight. Always good to know who you are working with and their background. She added Detective Crosse to that mental list as well. She wondered if they all had strong ties to the Handprint Killer or if this was their first time dealing with him. Addy didn't remember them specifically from the reports but then again other than McCoy she hadn't really taken much time to memorize those involved.

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Addy raised an eyebrow, a small smirk on her lips. “What is in it for you? Bringing me to the scene that is and letting me get information for my write up. Why help me?”

"Well," responded Dex. "Everyone going to that scene has the mind set of a detective and I'm curious what a homicide reporter could bring to the table. You could provide a different insight and we could honestly use every tool in our belt because we need this sicko behind bars, asap. Oh! And technically you're not allowed at the scenes, so I'd have to temporarily make you a partner of mine."

She was always wary of people who offered help when she couldn’t find their motive for doing do. Addy pocketed her phone and her notepad. “I have a car here. You realize I go with you it means you can’t just ditch me right?”

Dex smiled and chuckled a bit, "that just means I'll have to take you back as well. Seems like a win-win for both of us." Morrison started towards his car a bit. "Coming?"

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Addy was happy to hear that appreciated that she might bring a different viewpoint to the investigation. She really did understand why many cops hated reporters. She hated most reporters. The difference was she wasn’t looking for the sensational headline. She honestly wanted to know why people did the horrible things they did and to bring the facts to the public to keep them safe. Addy often wondered if there had been a report on the man who killed her parents, some information out to there to make people be a bit more cautious would they have been killed?

She was ready to go with Dexter and then he stated he was making her a temporary partner. The very idea caused her heart to pound in her chest. Addy never did well with any sort of partnership. Foster families, friends, boyfriends, reporters she had been teamed up with...

Doing her best to keep a mask of apathy Addy simply nodded. “Sure I get it. Temporary partner.”

She managed a smile. “Not sure how much you are going to see this as a win. I am not exactly the easiest person to work with.”

Addy was honestly trying to warn him. She could be cold, even hostile at times and it felt wrong not to give Dexter some sort of heads up. He seemed like the type that was easy going, bend the rules and go with the flow. While Addy had no problem bending the rules she didn’t do the rest so easily.

With an inhale Addy nodded, “Yup. And no Miss Helder, just Addy is fine.” She began to follow him to his car. He is an ally Addy, don’t go pissing him off. Just act normal... She waited for him to unlock the car before slipping into the passenger seat.

“So tell me, why private investigation and not just the police force?”

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There was a sound of both doors slamming, followed by the shuffling of a seat belt.

Addy turned to Dex and said, “So tell me, why private investigation and not just the police force?”

Dex leaned back in his seat before he replied. "Well, I'm not a stickler for the rules. I exaggerate when I make fun of cops like McCoy, but that doesn't mean that he's not still bound by certain laws. I'm just a free spirit, ya know? The way I see it, I can still do the city a service, or whatever, and am still able to go about doing detective work the way I see fit. We all rationalize our choices, even if we don't think them through very far." He sat there for a few seconds and then started the car. "So tell me, why a reporter, especially one that follows homicides?" Dex asked as he started to get in gear and drive off.

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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.

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Dex sat back in his chair in silence. Murdered, huh? Honestly, Morrison was a bit jealous. He never had any personal reason to be involved in criminal justice. Dex had a pretty privileged childhood and even in the face of hunting a dangerous serial killer, he still has trouble overcoming his ego. Dexter did not ever even think of how his ego might be affecting his life until now.

"I make it my job to help find the people who hurt other people," Addy added. "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 became a bit quiet and looked out the window.

Dex felt as though he had to add something and said, "Well... Don't worry. We'll find this person and he won't be able to hurt anyone else ever again."

The hum of the car was the prominent sound the rest of the way to the next scene.

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Addy tried to force a smile as Dexter promised they would catch Marcus Brown, as if she were once again that child in her living room, the bodies of her parents growing colder with every moment. How many times had someone said that to her?

“I have no doubt that the police are capable. My job is to get the information out to the public, keep them safe and from doing anything stupid. I don’t like it when reporters make it sound like the cops are dumb or screwed up. I give facts and unless the fact is a cop missed something I don’t like putting them in a bad light. Without them Marcus would have been killing for as long as he wanted the first time around.”

She felt as if she over explained her position. Addy felt a bit like that little girl, trying to prove that she understood the way things were. The difference now is she had a voice. Then it had vanished the moment she saw the blood.

The car was silent for the rest of the ride. Addy wondered just how uncomfortable she had made Dexter by telling him about her parents. Better than hiding it and him thinking I am some sort of whack job out for vengeance against all killers when he finds out on his own later.

When the car stopped Addy let herself out. She stood, car door open, staring at the fire ravaged building. “Well that is one way to try and cover your tracks. Assuming it was him.”

She shut the door and began to walk towards the scene before stopping and looking over her shoulder. Addy wasn’t used to working with someone and she almost forgot that being his ‘partner’ meant the officers on scene wouldn’t just throw her out. Slow down. Have to play this right no matter how much it freaks you out.

“I don’t remember him being a fire bug the first time around. If it is him maybe he is trying to throw everyone off his trail?”

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"He's not a firebug, you're right," Dex replied as he caught up with Addy. The two then started walking on to the scene. Addy was waved right in, being with Morrison and all. "He's a smart guy, he knows this is gonna keep us occupied. So the name of the game is speed and precision. We can't slow down, but we can't overlook anything."

Morrison quickly walked up to the point of origin for for the fire. McCoy was combing over the scene, while Crosse was observing the surroundings and taking notes. Dex went up to Bailey and leaned gently on her shoulders, "Have you and the Boy Wonder found anything yet?"

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Bailey looked over to the entrance to see Morrison and Adeline walking into the convenience store. Morrison walked over and leaned on his arm “Have you and the Boy Wonder found anything yet?”

Ignoring his smug look she put down her notes and looked up “He broke down the door, got a spare set of clothes from the back and lit the place on fire. He also looted the cash register.” she pointed to an evidence bag on the counter “His jumpsuit. Found after they cleared out the fire.”

Dexter adjusted his position and grabbed the bag looking at the markings and plopped it down. “Anything else?” he asked, going back to his leaned position.

“McCoy’s looking in-”

“Wait the factory where I apprehended him.” Detective McCoy cut in “Do you think maybe he went back there?” he said still looking down.

“The factory,” she paused thinking back to his case file “that’s a few blocks away, and it would explain why he would come down this way. I thought that placed had been completely tossed, could they have missed something?”

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She had to say she didn’t mind not getting the third degree upon getting to a scene. The officers waved her in and Addy nodded. Okay not all bad being a partner. The concept still made her very core feel like ice. It terrified her.

“I agree he is smart and that doesn’t play in our favour. If he was your garden variety nut job, he’d be easier to find.”

Addy entered the room, struck immediately by the smell. Smoke and wet. Dexter went to speak to Crosse and McCoy. She took the time to look around. Nothing seemed out of place, nothing that appeared to be any kind of message. Slow them down, give them something to focus on and look for meaning where it isn’t.

She listened as Detective Crosse explained that he found clothes and looted the money from the register. Street clothes are obviously a better choice than bright orange jumper. Money because he will need it.

Addy approached as they discussed the factory. “Well you might not have left something necessarily or left something that seemed mundane and unimportant but you have to remember that methodical killers put attachment on places and things that others wouldn’t. He might go back there for an item, a trophy or he might go back simply to relive the moment of his capture, maybe he is reliving some of his kills. There are plenty of reasons he might return there. More importantly we go there and look for a clue as to where he might go next. What if he is reliving his life but in reverse? The place he was captured, his last kill...going back to the beginning. Or maybe he just remembered the place and used it to get his bearings. He has been in long enough that the city has changed some.”

She looked at them all. “Sorry, I spent a lot of time with FBI profilers and they spitball all sorts of ideas when the suspect does something. All that to say going there might help us get into his head.”

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Addy’s body went cold as she heard the radio. ”...possible homicide...multiple victims....Handprint Killer...”

She felt a sense of disappointment come over her. He was far ahead of them and they had no idea where he might go next. The city was his playground and they had no real leads, just a lot of speculation. Is he too far ahead? Will be able to figure out why or is he simply a pyschopath? Is there a pattern? a rationale to his victims? Something...anything that would give us a leg up before he kills again. She had the sinking feeling that there would be more bodies before they caught up to him.

Detective McCoy told them to forget the factory and headed to his car. Addy pulled out her phone. “Get a photographer over to Cottonwood Towers now. I want pictures of the outside of the building and as far in as the police will let them go. Yeah, first victims. I don’t have anything yet. Look time is of the essence. Pictures will preserve the area as much as it can. Just go okay and no you can’t print them. Send them to my place once they are developed and put a rush on it.”

She looked at Dexter. “Those crime scene photos, even if it is just outside won’t do any good to the public but freak them out. To us though, might help us see something we miss the first time around and if they can get there before us even better.”

Addy snapped a few pictures on her phone of the charred orange jumpsuit and other areas of the store in hopes that it too might give up some secret later. She turned and looked at Dexter, brushing a piece of hair from her face. She pocketed her phone once more.

“We going to the Towers?" She waited for him to lead the way back to the car.