[ EU ] Dexter Morgan hunts the most notorious methamphetamine kingpin in New Mexico : Heisenberg .

Miami, Florida. It's become a cess pool of humankind's more unfavorable qualities: Infidelity. Dishonesty. Hatred. Addiction. Home of the Ice Truck Killer, the Trinity Killer, that guy who ate another man's face while high on bath salts... 
 
 I was n't there to witness that last one. But I imagine that if you've seen one act of cannibalism, you've seen them all. 
 
 I needed to get out. I needed fresh blood, blood that had n't been tainted by Florida's subtropical climate. I needed to read a headline that was n't `` Florida man breaks into house and poops on floor,'' or `` Florida man arrested for having sex with an alligator.'' 
 
 I needed New Mexico. 
 
 There had been some discussion on the news about a fabled Methamphetamine kingpin distributing what was apparently the goldmine of crystal blue in Albuquerque; a ruthless man who would allow nothing to stand in his way when it came to moving his product. Past that, the public had little information regarding the extent of this man's -- this Heisenberg's, as he had made himself known -- wrongdoings. Lucky for me, I do n't happen to belong to `` the public.'' 
 
 One of Angel's distant cousins worked as a DEA agent on the Heisenberg case: Steven Gomez. It seemed that a strong sense to uphold the law ran in the family. My co-workers at Miami Metro began to follow this case with a voracious appetite -- it was the first time in years Methamphetamine had been a pressing issue in anywhere other than our home state. Many heckled Angel into reconciling with Gomez so they could gain more knowledge, and he obliged. We began to get regular updates as the case unfolded, and I began to sense it. 
 
 The traces of a Dark Passenger were obvious in Heisenberg's actions. This was n't the work of some junkie running his business in a garden shed, no; his movements were too calculated, his product too pure. Albuquerque was dealing with someone who planned, researched, and exercised extreme caution when it came to his illegal vice. They were dealing with someone like me. 
 
 I knew I had to have him for myself. I had to see who this Heisenberg was, stare him in the face as I took his life on my table. Miami had been silent for weeks, its lesser crowds hiding in the shadows of the city, and my own Dark Passenger was itching to get out. To take Heisenberg down would be my sweet release. 
 
 An excuse to leave for Albuquerque, I thought, would be difficult to come about, and I had disappeared from work too many times to be let off the hook once more. It seemed that my goal of adding Heisenberg to my blood slide collection would have to remain a fantasy. 
 
 Then, Gomez called in with the news of Gale Boetticher's murder. 
 
 `` He said that some chemist was found dead in his apartment this morning,'' Angel told us after he hung up, turning to address the crowd that had amassed as the conversation with his cousin took place. I stood towards the back, feigning interest in a case file I had already solved as I listened. `` Gale Boetticher. Schrader says there could be some evidence linking his murder to Heisenberg, but their blood guy had a family emergency, so they do n't have anything tested yet.'' 
 
 This piqued my interest. Was this a way for me to get close to my target? 
 
 `` So, tell'em to get a replacement blood guy!'' Deb said. She had been especially interested in the case, following it intensely like one might follow an American crime/drama television series on the AMC network. `` C'mon, they could be missing out on something huge!'' 
 
 `` He said they tried, but their replacement guy just retired.'' Angel shrugged his shoulders. `` There's nothing they can do.'' 
 
 This was it. This was the Universe giving me my chance to right Heisenberg's wrongs, to feel the thrill of a kill again. I needed to seize the opportunity. 
 
 `` I'll go!'' I piped up. Everyone turned to look at me, not realizing I had been standing there the whole time. `` I'll do it.'' 
 
 `` Dex, really,'' Deb said. `` You?'' 
 
 `` Yeah. I mean, why not?'' I smiled. `` You said they need a blood guy. I'm a blood guy. I could go to Albuquerque and fill in.'' 
 
 `` It would be nice to have another man on the inside,'' Masuka offered. `` I think Steven's starting to get a little greedy with the info.'' A few heads nodded in agreement. 
 
 `` Come on,'' Angel said, taking on the role of Devil's Advocate. `` It might not even be related. Why would you wan na waste time going all the way to New Mexico to do some bloodwork that may or may not have anything to do with the Heisenberg case?'' 
 
 `` Well, I've been kind of meaning to get out, anyway,'' I appealed. `` Use up those couple of vacation days I have left. And if it's a bust, no big deal; I heard the Georgia O'Keeffe museum there is pretty interesting.'' 
 
 Masuka stood abruptly. `` Oh, my God. If you go there, you HAVE to take pictures for me.'' 
 
 Angel eyed me strangely. `` You sure you're down for this? Albuquerque's a whole lot different from Miami.'' 
 
 `` They're both hot,'' I tried innocently. But I knew I was going to be dealing with a entirely new monster, the likes of which I would be honored to have strapped to my table. 
 
 Angel paused once more, and then nodded resolutely. `` I'll call Steven back and see if he can pull some strings. But you better have some juicy info for us when you get back.'' 
 
 And perhaps I would. But it would n't be anything I could share with my peers. 
 
 I needed to get home and prepare. Book some flight tickets. Sharpen my knives. Heisenberg, wherever he was, was going to watch his Empire fall. And when he would come looking for the source, I would be there to make his crystal blue turn to a blood red. 
 
 ( Sorry if some of my information is incorrect! I have n't seen either show in quite a while. I hope I captured both the best I could. )
