I like my life. If I was murdered, I'd be mad. I'd want someone on the job who would not only find my killer, but avenge my death in a poetic finale to give my loved ones closure.
So I'd need a detective who's not afraid to break rules…or rib cages.
I'd want Dexter on my case. He's a serial killer whose life is about managing his addiction to murder. He wants to kill—but before he will, his rigid code of ethics forces him to ensure that he has the right bad guy. He relieves his urge for blood only once he's satisfied that by taking one life, he'll be sparing at least one more.
For a partner, I'd give him Ava Lee. She's only recently landed on American bookshelves, but she's been topping bestseller lists in Canada for the past few years. She's a skilled forensic accountant who chases bad debt for a living. With her mastery of bak mei and her demure Chinese-Canadian politeness, Ava has a talent for not only charming her way to the heart of the trouble, but securing her prize with cleverly executed brute force.
Although Ava and Dexter are wildly different—Ava uses force reluctantly where Dexter relishes it as his end goal—they are both soft-spoken, intelligent, and so far unbeatable. They would find my killer, no matter how many dark alleys they had to look down. And while Ava is highly ethical, she would have no qualms about passing the bad guy to Dexter for discreet elimination.
I do not, by the way, believe in capital punishment. But my husband would need closure, and this is the best way I can think of to keep him out of jail.