I'm not the only one in my reflection.

Part five

Riley deserved to be left alone on a legitimate pension and not dragged into another showdown with a Ghostface.

— «It won't hurt, but we still need Mr. Riley. I'm sorry, Kat». — Fucking Sam, who probably knew what she was doing when she used the nickname of the redhead Kat, which was the only one she called her a few years ago. It is better for no one to know what effect even the simple idea of Samantha speaking in her hoarse voice, quiet, breathy, Kat, had on the girl herself.

God.

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Katherine, leaving Amber's house in the early morning, not wanting to stay too long in the place where her uncle and Billy Loomis had chopped up their friends into pieces, found Sheriff Hicks on the doorstep.

The woman smiled sympathetically at her, once again expressing her regret for Vince's death, and held out keys with several key chains attached to the bunch in her open palm.

— Here, this is your brother's car. — Judy said, lightly stroking her son's friend's forearm while the girl stared at the keys, clutching them in her fingers. — I couldn't give them to you right away, I had to do some tests, you know, the sheriff's job. Vince had a will and with my little push, the whole procedure went pretty quickly. I've completed some necessary paperwork, all I need from you is your signature. She's at your disposal now. — The blonde patted the redhead on the shoulder once more and left, adjusting her hat before that. — Good luck.

— Thanks, Sheriff. I will definitely find time today and come to the station to sign everything I need. — Murphy muttered after her friend's mother and walked over to the parked car. She knew that her brother loved his car, spent almost all his money on it, and, perhaps, his attitude towards the car was more reminiscent of Dean Winchester. Yes, that's a good comparison.

Vince was a cunt, but he loved and appreciated his car, which he never did with anyone. He would definitely have listed her in his will so that she would inherit his car, if only so that his beloved iron baby would be taken care of.

— Hi, baby. — The redhead named the car the same way Schneider did and ran her finger along the hood. She wondered if the car was splattered with blood when Vince was attacked and stabbed in the neck and whether Sheriff Judy ordered it to be cleaned up. She had heard that her brother's death was quite quick. — Well, you have a new owner.

Katherine started the car and moved to the place where her friend had settled and led a hermit's life after his divorce from his wife.

When Murphy arrived and parked, she rolled her eyes when she saw Richie trailing after Sam with a lost expression on his face, as if he was a confused puppy and not an adult man.

— Hello. — The redhead greeted her ex-friend briefly and was the first to go to Dewey's house, knowing exactly why she was called here. So that he wouldn't immediately kick Carpenter and Kirsch out, but let them in when he saw Sidney's goddaughter next to them, whom he knew quite well, even nursed sometimes as a child.

Samantha stood next to her former best friend and knocked, starting to shout to Dewey, who was on the other side of the door, that she wanted to talk to him.

There was a crash outside the door and several loud and distinct swear words flying directly at the elder Carpenter, who was not at all embarrassed by them, except for the reddened tips of her ears. Sam gave Katherine an embarrassed look, then cleared her throat and straightened her back, trying to look bigger than she really was.

Murphy's blue eyes seemed ready to pop out of their sockets when Samantha decided to introduce herself as none other than Billy Loomis' daughter.

— «What a terrible sense of humor life has». - The girl thinks with a pejorative grin, crossing her arms over her chest. — «Stu Macher's niece is in love with Billy Loomis' daughter. I was in love. Really, a terrible sense of humor».