Goddamnit, Gale needed a plan.
She needed a plan desperately.
The killer has struck the past two nights in a row, and it wasn't a question that he would strike again tonight.
But where? And who was next?
She yanked open the sliding door to the newsvan and hopped out onto the sidewalk. The campus was still full of kids celebrating the day off, throwing a football back and forth, studying in the grass, and goofing off, celebrating their early spring break.
It almost made you forget about the terrifying fact that the entire reason they were out of school is because of a possible serial killer on the loose.
She hadn't seen Dewey in a while, so she had to think of something else.
Some way to find out where the killer would strike next.
Think, Gale. If she were a killer in Woodsboro, where would she go tonight to claim her next victim?
She soon realized she had no fucking idea.
Then, again, out of nowhere and seemingly by godsend, she noticed a guy stand up and shout "Party at Stu Macher's house tonight at 8! Food, beer, and chicks!" which resulted in several loud cheers and 'I'll be there's.
Gale felt a surge of ecstasy. Of course, where else to strike but a house full of drunk teenagers? She also recognized the name, Stu. Wasn't that Sidney's friend's boyfriend?
Sidney would probably be with her friend at the party.
A house full of drunk teenagers where Sidney was? There was no way the killer wouldn't be there.
Gale knew exactly how she was going to catch the son-of-a-bitch.
All she would need is a little help from Kenny, and some luck, and she might end up catching the real killer of Maureen Prescott on video for the world to see.
Gale caught up with the guy, who was heading away towards the parking lot, and tapped his shoulder.
"Excuse me; did you say there was a party tonight?"
"Yes, m'am...Aren't you that chick from Top Story?" he asked, his eyes wide with fascination.
"Why, yes," Gale said proudly. "Where is this party going to be again?"
"It's out by the edge of town. You take the highway, go by the old sawmill, and it will be on the right, you can't miss it. It's a sweet pad,"
"And, who all will be there?"
"Pretty much the whole student body," the guy said. "Wait, do you actually want to come?"
"Maybe," Gale said. "I might make a guest appearance. Try to gain some more teenage insight for my show,"
But Gale knew what she was going to do. She was going to catch a killer.
The afternoon sun was glowing bright orange, painting the tops of the trees as it was quickly disappearing behind the horizon.
Normally, the neighborhood would have been bursting with life. Dads mowing the lawn while the women were inside cooking dinner and keeping an eye on the kids playing outside in the backyard; but today, the street and yards were empty.
Everyone was behind locked doors.
Sidney and Tatum sat on Tatum's front porch; Dewey's patrol Jeep sat in the driveway.
"Tatum, do you think my mom was a slut?" Sidney asked, completely out of nowhere, her gaze transfixed into a blank focused stare.
Tatum sighed nervously.
