Ok, so it is the Police Chief who was in the room with the prostitute. That's pretty lazy writing. A lot of that on display last night. Ever notice that whenever Dexter needs to know something, no matter how obscure his question/clue is, all he has to do is hop on the old computer, and problem solved. The whole Deborah 'chair' thing was pretty funny and as she started telling the therapist her history did anyone else expect the therapist to hit the 'feets don't fail me now' button? The weirdo intern is mildly interesting but it feels a little forced. And nobody is saying it, but between the whole Lumen stuff, the nutter from the N.A. meetings, Jimmy Smits' run, and now Travis...Dexter isn't really all that smart when it comes to protecting his hobby. He should have been caught years ago.