The Slack channel was a graveyard.
He began typing.
Tonight’s the night. End of Postmortem. DEXTER.THE.GAME-POSTMORTEM
The forensic mechanic. Scanning a crime scene for Luminol traces, zooming on a single misplaced fiber. It was slow. Deliberate. Brilliant. The Slack channel was a graveyard
Marcus stared at the final message, sent by the lead producer, Jen, at 3:14 AM on a Tuesday. It read only: “It’s over. Pull the plug.” sent by the lead producer
Marcus stared at the screen. In the dark reflection, he could have sworn his own eyes flickered to black for just a second.