I'm not the only one in my reflection.

Part twenty-one

Katherine leaned back in her chair, and forced a smile when Samantha turned to her with concern in her eyes, placing her hand on her hip.

— I'm fine. — Murphy said, nodding to her girlfriend, whose worried eyes did not disappear from her words, did not even move.

Tara looked at them with a "seriously, now?" look, but she abruptly straightened up in her chair when Detective Bailey entered the room. He greeted them with a tense smile that vanished almost as soon as it appeared.

At first, Leslie's daughter didn't pay attention to what the man in front of her was saying, preferring instead to take a closer look at the photographs on the table.

These were photographs of the bodies of Jason, Greg, and the three men who had tried to help them at the store, as well as photographs of the crime scenes and the evidence found there.

The brunette didn't feel sorry for Jason and Greg; they were a pair of assholes who wanted to complete Amber and Richie's delusional movie by killing the Carpenter sisters. But she felt genuinely sorry for the two men in line and the cashier, who had just wanted to help three frightened girls being chased by a masked killer.

When Sidney's niece saw the photo of what had become of the store clerk, or rather, what was left of his head, she swallowed and leaned closer to Sam, mentally slapping herself on the shoulder for moving her chair closer to the brown-haired girl's earlier.

It's very similar to what happened to Leslie Macher's head at the hands of her own daughter and her meat hammer.

The former redhead placed her hand on the older Carpenter's hand on her thigh and intertwined their fingers, needing this contact as much, if not more, than her lover.

Samantha gently nudged her girlfriend, nodding at the detective who was looking at her, clearly waiting for an answer to his question he had asked earlier.

— Sorry, I got distracted. — With absolute falsity in her voice, Katherine apologized and looked at the frowning man. — What did you say?

— I asked you to confirm that you seem to have changed your last name, as far as I know. I need your confirmation to complete the paperwork. Previously, you were Katherine Murphy, but now you're...?

— I'm Katherine Macher now, I really did change my last name. — Said, raising an eyebrow, now Macher. She looked at the mask that the detective had thrown on the table when he entered the room a few minutes ago, which had been found at the scene of Greg and Jason's murder. — So, this mask has Amber Freeman's DNA on it? Ha, amazing, that girl is definitely dead.

Stu's niece looked at the detective when she heard him ask the three girls about their alibis. She decided to answer after the two Carpenter sisters.

— I was at home. I was alone at first, then Quinn came over, then Sammy, and the two of us went to get Tara for the party. I was, uh, trying to get in touch with my aunt, you know, Sidney Prescott. You can check my phone history on my computer. Um, it was my mother's birthday, Leslie Macher, so I called Sidney quite a few times, more than usual.

Bailey grunted, nodding his head in response to the brunette's words. She knew it was a weak alibi, but it was all she had.

— It's definitely not Kat, all right? — Sam interjected, realizing that her girlfriend's alibi was weak and almost insignificant. She reached under the table and gently touched her girlfriend's wrist, offering her support. She remembered how her girlfriend had been in a bad mood since that morning and how she had tried unsuccessfully to call her godmother and her wife.

— Why couldn't it have been me? Those two guys wanted to kill you in an idiotic attempt to finish some movie of Richie and Amber's, so why couldn't I go to them first and kill them before their dirty hands with a knife even touched you two? — The dark-haired girl interjected, glancing at the sisters, the older of whom gave her a "are you serious? Not now" look, and she pouted but calmed down.