Dexter’s POV
She answered the call.
Right there in front of me. Not as a power move, I understood that immediately, the way I understood most things about Daisy Brown by now. Not to make a point or to send a message or to hurt anything. She answered it because it rang and she was the kind of person who picked up when someone called and she was not going to perform a version of herself for my benefit that was not who she actually was.
I stood still and waited and watched her face go warm and easy the way it did when she was talking to someone uncomplicated. The slight relaxation of everything. The quality of her voice, different from how she spoke to me, was not warmer exactly but lighter. Less weight to it. The voice of someone who was not managing anything.
I listened to her half of
