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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 his leg bouncing up and down, Sid kept his gaze straight forward as he heard the typing coming from the keyboard right beside him. Dewey was looking into trying to contact the boy's father, searching for the airport he'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?" Sid asks.
Dewey gulps, fidgeting in his seat. "You sure it was the Hilton?"
Sid nods. "At the airport."
"He's not registered there." Dewey tells him, making the boy rub his forehead tiredly. "Could he have stayed somewhere else?"
Sid shakes his head. "I don't know. I guess."
Dewey rests his hand on his knee. "Don't worry, Sid. We'll find him. And Y/n, we were able to contact your parents. They should be on there way."
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 teens 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 the girl 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 friends 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 frustration.
"Thanks, Hank. We're on top of it." Sheriff Burke replies, glancing back at the teenager. "What were you doing at Sid's house tonight?"
"Y/n told me she'd be spending most of the day there to study and I wanted to see her, hoping she'd like to spend time together, that's all." Billy admits.
