Dexter sat at his desk, looking out the window. The keyboard was in front of him and he really hated this part of the job; crossing the i's and dotting the t's. He had been riding the desk ever since "The Hyatt Incident". His fingers danced over the keyboard like Olympic figure skaters and he was not reading the words he was typing at all. It felt like his brain was on auto-pilot.
His cellphone chimed. The theme from Shaft kicking in.
"Yo," he said as he brought it to his ear.
"Busy?" the voice on the other end asked.
"Not really," he lied. He needed the distraction to clear his head.
"I'll be over in a bit," the voice said. "I'm stopping by Kelly's. You want anything from there?"
"I could use a Bostom Creme donut," he replied. "On second thought, make that two."
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