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10. Electricians

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"WHAT EXACTLY were you all doing at the lake?" Powell demanded as the four teens looked at each other, unsure of what to say.

"Uh... It's comp-we were-." Dustin stammered, struggling to explain the situation.

"We were just going for a walk." Max restated.

"A walk? At 9:00 p.m?" Callahan asked incredulously.

"To the lake. We were gonna take a little swim. Little night swim." Dustin squeaked, his voice getting higher with every sentence.

"Dusty. Someone was just murdered there." Mrs. Henderson cried out.

"Yeah, we-we didn't realize that until we got there." Dustin responded, squeezing the throw pillow even harder.

"That's why we didn't swim." Lucas nervously piped in.

"And Nancy, was she with you at this night swim?" Mrs. Wheeler inquired.

"No."

"Yes."

"Uh, we're not sure." Y/N replied, correcting the two answers.

"She was there. Then she left. It's all a little confusing." Dustin added, his eyes darting around the room.

"That's when you guys came." Lucas stated.

"Right. Then they dared me to say what I said." Max chuckled dryly.

"Oh, yeah. About the killer." Y/N continued, her laugh coming off very fake.

"You're lucky you didn't get shot." Mr. Wheeler scoffed, ending the group's phony laughter.

"Have you had any contact with Eddie?" Powell questioned.

"That psycho... freak killer? God, no." Dustin answered, hilariously trying to lie.

"Nope."

"Absolutely not."

"No. We haven't heard from him."

"We barely know the guy." Y/N confessed, which for 2 of them was partly true.

"Oh, that's a bunch of bull." Erica hissed, coming closer to the group.

"Erica!" Her parents scolded.

"I mean, you realize they're lying. The whole couch is on fire." Erica declared, motioning to the whole couch.

"Erica." The Sinclair's repeated.

"Just the facts." Erica stated simply.

"Are you lying to these policemen, Dusty?" Mrs. Henderson gasped.

"No." Dustin replied, his elevating once again.

"Lying to cops is a crime, son." Mr. Sinclair informed them.

"I'm not lying." Lucas responded defensively.

"The fire is consuming us."

"Threaten them with a little jail time. Maybe that'll loosen their lips." Mr. Wheeler suggested.

"Okay." Dustin scoffed.

"Jail." Y/N sat back, staring at him.

"You wanna send our kids to jail?" Mrs. Sinclair frowned, objecting at the idea.