If I'd once questioned whether or not Dexter and I had met before, now, it was practically confirmed.
What's more, not only did I know Dexter, but I also knew Simeon.
The fact that Carol had hung this photo in such a noticeable spot suggested that the bond between Dexter, Simeon, and me had been pretty special.
"What's the deal with the three of them?" I turned to Carol and asked.
She cowered in fear, murmuring, "Simmy's… buddies."
I stared at Dexter's photo for a long time.
Back when he was a teenager, he seemed even colder and more aloof than he was now. It was also a trait typically seen in geniuses.
But his eyes often avoided direct contact, hinting at a shyness beneath his aloof exterior.
"The cops must've already hit you up, huh?" I turned around and whispered.
The cops would've definitely talked to Carol. But the reason they hadn't cuffed her was probably because they didn't have enough evidence, or maybe they had something to clear her name.
