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THE POLICE STATION was crowded with news reporters and many civilians of the town as they tried to learn the new gossip that had already begun spreading within an hour since the attack happened on the two teenagers at the Prescott household. It was still night out as officers walked around the station.
As the officers ventured around, looking into who the murderer could possibly be, the two surviving victims could be seen sitting at Dewey's desk with jackets over their shoulders as they sat side by side. Y/n had her knees tucked close to her chest, Dewey's jacket over her shoulders while she glanced around the office.
Meanwhile, with her leg bouncing up and down, Sidney kept her gaze straight forward as she heard the typing coming from the keyboard right beside her. Dewey was looking into trying to contact the girl's father, searching for the airport she'd be going to for the business trip he was going on. However, the cop didn't seem to find much.
"Did you find him?" Sidney questions.
Dewey gulps, shifting in his seat. "You sure it was the Hilton?"
Sidney nods. "At the airport."
"He's not registered there." Dewey tells her, causing the girl to rub her forehead tiredly. "Could he have stayed somewhere else?"
Sidney shakes her head. "I don't know. I guess."
Dewey rests his hand on her knee. "Don't worry, Sid. We'll find him. And Y/n, we've tried to contact your parents. They should be here soon."
Just then, an officer walks by his desk, telling Dewey about the mask and the information they got. Standing up, the older man assures the girls he'd be back before he walked off. Y/n watches him leave before she continues to look around, her teary eyes stopping in the direction of the sheriff's office where she met a pair of eyes.
Inside of the office, Billy was turned in his seat as he stared at his girlfriend with a frown while his father spoke to the sheriff. He blocked out all what they were saying as he kept his eyes on her, the tragic couple staring at one another, frowns etched deeply on their lips. Gulping nervously, Y/n felt her hand shaking.
"Let me ask you this." Sheriff Burke begins, walking around the desk. "What're you doing with a cellular telephone, son?"
Billy shrugs. "Everybody's got one, sheriff. I didn't make those calls, I swear."
"Why don't you check the phone bill, for Christ's sake. Call Vital Phone Comp. They got the records of every number dialed." Hank Loomis suggests in annoyance.
"Thanks, Hank. We're on top of it." Sheriff Burke replies while he looks back at the teenager. "What were you doing over at Sidney's house tonight?"
"Y/n told me she was spending the night there and I wanted to see her, that's all." Billy admits.
