I don’t know.

But as the result of receiving an email with a note asking, IS THIS YOU and a link from someone I trust, I know what it’s like to have my murder covered by TV news.

I got the link this morning from my son, followed a few moments later by a note that said, “Does this scare you, Mom? Who do you think is doing this?”

For a few breathless moments, I didn’t know who was or why.

As a news reporter, I’d made my share of enemies over the years….

But when I hit the button that would have allowed me to comment on this had it really been a You Tube-type video, I found that it led to a promo for the offbeat Showtime hit ‘Dexter,’ the sort of weirdly tender tale of a serial killer – a young man taken in by a hard-bitten cop as a tot who was found in a… well, in a vat of blood that also contained the body of Dexter’s mother. His foster father recognized quickly that Dexter had certain..proclivities. And yet he loved the little boy who couldn’t love, as did Dexter’s foster sister. He raised him to be an ordinary boy with something different. He raised him to follow in his father’s footsteps and become a law man, again with a bit of a twist. When Dexter, a specialist in, of course, hematology for the Miami Police Department, runs across a vicious killer who can’t be stopped by legal means, he has his father’s permission to take matters into his own hands.

Of course, it’s impossible to feel sympathy for a ritualistic serial killer.

Except it isn’t.

Emotionally, despite an aversion to the death penalty, even I feel that there are clearly human beings (often called “animals,” which is an insult to animals) who do things so heinous that – in old West parlance – they “need killing.”

Dexter keeps slides of their blood (of course, it’s his JOB to photograph blood spatter and keep slides of blood for DNA analysis and so forth) which is the part that makes this show a kind of parable of vigilante protest against crime: Stop the insanity through insanity.

I was introduced to ‘Dexter’ by my friend, Bill, a fellow so mild-mannered that other obsessions include buying inexpensive used Volvos off eBay for the use of his college-aged children.

The only other person I know who’s “into” Dexter is my son, Rob.

Which was how I finally guessed who found the site to create the video greeting card of my murder investigation.

And here I thought I was famous!

Yours,

Jackie M.