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Masuka Intern Dexter [portable] < 2K 2027 >

She walks in. She’s quiet. Too quiet. You know who else is quiet? Spiders. Snipers. And my coworker, Dexter Morgan.

Her name is . I’m not kidding. Her parents have a sick sense of humor. I call her "M.I.D." for short. Or "Mini-Masuka."

But then she picks up a blood spatter cast-off pattern and says, “The angle of impact suggests the weapon was a hammer, but the void pattern indicates the perp wiped it with a cotton blend. Probably a t-shirt.” masuka intern dexter

She just smiled. Didn’t say yes. Didn’t say no. Just… smiled .

So I Got an Intern. Her Name is Masuka Too. (This is either fate or a clerical error.) She walks in

But she kept watching him. And yesterday, I caught her running a latent print off Dexter’s coffee mug. When I asked why, she said, “Just practicing.”

Let me tell you something about interns. Most of them are useless. They fog up my goggles, they pronounce "Luminol" wrong (it’s LOO-min-all , Karen), and they have the audacity to ask if I “really need three different sizes of tweezers.” You know who else is quiet

But this summer? The universe played a joke on me. A glorious, statistically improbable joke.

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She walks in. She’s quiet. Too quiet. You know who else is quiet? Spiders. Snipers. And my coworker, Dexter Morgan.

Her name is . I’m not kidding. Her parents have a sick sense of humor. I call her "M.I.D." for short. Or "Mini-Masuka."

But then she picks up a blood spatter cast-off pattern and says, “The angle of impact suggests the weapon was a hammer, but the void pattern indicates the perp wiped it with a cotton blend. Probably a t-shirt.”

She just smiled. Didn’t say yes. Didn’t say no. Just… smiled .

So I Got an Intern. Her Name is Masuka Too. (This is either fate or a clerical error.)

But she kept watching him. And yesterday, I caught her running a latent print off Dexter’s coffee mug. When I asked why, she said, “Just practicing.”

Let me tell you something about interns. Most of them are useless. They fog up my goggles, they pronounce "Luminol" wrong (it’s LOO-min-all , Karen), and they have the audacity to ask if I “really need three different sizes of tweezers.”

But this summer? The universe played a joke on me. A glorious, statistically improbable joke.