Chapter 27

Now, at around one in the morning, Dexter stood back watching Shaun and Dante as they tried to drag Colin out of the bar. Tried, because he continued to insist, fucking adamantly, that he did notwant to leave yet.

“No!” Colin knocked back the rest of his last drink. “Come on, guys! Please! I don’t wanna!”

“C’mon, Colin,” Shaun coaxed. “You have any more and you’re gonna get sick.”

“Aw, please!”

“Buddy, don’t give us a hard time,” Dante tried. “You promised.”

“It’s like this every year,” Liz murmured to Dexter. “Only on Halloween.”

“Nope!” Colin shouted and then to the bartender, “One more!”

“No,” Dante said to the same person. “He’s done.”

Behind him, Shaun fanned his fingers in front of his throat to indicate the same thing.

“Why Halloween?” Dexter questioned, still off to the side with Liz. “Did something happen?”

She shook her head. Shrugged one shoulder. Looked like she tried to think a little harder on that.