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Dexter Morgan took another sip of Fanta through his curly straw and noted the similarity of the sound to the screech of a hunting velociraptor. Better lock the door to my apartment just in case, he thought to himself. “Careful, Dex,” Harry said. “They might be waiting just outside the door. Then who’d raise Harrison?” Dexter stopped. Is this what a normal person would do? Walk right over and lock the door? “Better safe than sorry,” Dexter mumbled and walked over to lock the