You finally decided to fight back. I've been waiting.
I hope you don't expect me to comment on that so you can record it on your hidden tape recorder. I wasn't born yesterday.
You might have been, for hell I know. Your past is a bigger mystery than fucking Jimmy Hoffa. I tried every avenue, legal and otherwise, but there ain't no paper trail on the early years of Dexter Morgan.
I guess there's no recorder running after all.
No, man. Unlike you, I do everything out in the open.
Well, in that case, sergeant, let me put this in the open for you. No matter what you try, no matter when, no matter how hard you work, I always be a step ahead of you for one simple reason.
And what's that?
I own you.
