Chapter 7

“You listen to me, Erikson. I’m on his side. Start to finish.” Dexter’s eyes went wide, but he nodded, Daisuke still running his fingers through his hair. “You hurt him, I’m gone. You find a new roommate, you dig?”

“I got it.”

“Like, our friendship is on the line with this. Do not fuck up.”

“Okay,” he said. “I won’t.”

Daisuke sucked in a deep breath. Deep enough that it made Dexter lift up his chin so he could get a good look at him. Let him know that he was absolutely genuine about this.

“His name is Colin. Colin Hunt,” Daisuke told him, guarded like he was still determining whether or not he found Dexter worthy of this information. “Went to high school with ‘im. Graduated a few years after me. Smart as a whip. Skipped, like, two grades or something when he was little.”

“How old is he?”

“Twenty-two. He just started studying for his Masters. Art.”

“He’s an artist?”

“Yep. Ever since we were kids.”