𝐆𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐓𝐅𝐀𝐂𝐄 𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐍𝐒 ³

Chapter 3

Obviously, Detective Wallace disliked Gale. "Listen, Diane Sawyer, this here is classified information, He scoffed."Why don't you go investigate the bad meat at the A.P. This is police work, not Pulitzer material."

"Hey, fuck off, Gale snapped right back, the feeling of hatred mutual. "No, cool it Wallace. She's working with me, Detective Kincaid defended. Cockily, Wallace replied, "Well then. Looks like I'll go dust for finger prints with Barbara Walters."

"So, what now?"

Bringing Roman in, who seemed oblivious, might've been clever, if he had been involved.  "Mr. Bridger, you didn't tell us you spoke with Sarah Darling before she died, Kincaid accused. "That's because I didn't, Roman replied.

"The guard said she was there for a meeting with you."

"What meeting? Roman asked. "We talked to her roommate, too. Says you called Sarah and told her to come down to the studio. Roommate answered the phone, says it was you, Wallace explained. 

"Wait a minute! I never called her! I never told her to go anywhere! Roman defended. "Roommate says she knows your voice, Mr. Bridger, Kincaid calmly replied. "Well, she wasn't speaking with me! Look, I did not call Sarah Darling! Roman insisted. 

"Sarah Darling said you did."

"Someone is trying to ruin my movie. Someone wants to kill my movie!"

"Hey, look at it this way, if anything this'll be something interesting to put on the director's commentary for when the film hits DVD."

Roman dryly laughed." Ha! Too late, studio's shutting down production. Called my film a risk! Do you believe this shit? They're actually shelving my film because there's been one ensie little murder. God, three people died during the filming of The Exorcist." "Well I doubt they were stabbed to death and I strongly doubt the killer of them left messages on the scene for the police to find, Kincaid replied.

Meanwhile, You were in your car, deciding whether or not to go in. You knew Roman from highschool, he hit on you quite often. Though, many years ago now. He was older by some years. 

Suddenly, your phone rings, You pick up reluctantly. "Hello? You spoke. 

"Hello, (Y/N). We missed you."

Your eyes widen, this was Billy. Deep down, You missed him, for some reason. You shook the feeling off, you were married now. 

"Billy? Were you behind those killings? Did you call me earlier?"

"Nope. Once more, some stupid copycat who does lousy kills. I called you for that reason. We'll make sure you won't get hurt. I'll give them credit for the voice changer. But if they harm you or our kid, or your kids, They will be gutted like a fish."

You weren't surprised. They quickly hung up, knowing they could be traced. You smile, You loved Randy, You really did. So much, your feelings for Billy really faded since you knew you loved Randy more. But Cordelia deserved her bio father in her life. Your own feelings aside. 

Randy was under the impression they were dead. Of course, you never planned on telling him the truth. You sighed, deciding on going in. Meanwhile, things were going on. 

"They found another note? Dewey asked. "Uh-huh. Another News clipping. Another one about (Y/N)'s mom. Dewey, whether we like it or not it looks like we're going to have to go back into our past."

"You mean OUR past as in Me and (Y/N). This has nothing to do with you Gale, Dewey snapped. She responded," This has everything to do with me Dewey. I was the one who brought the nation's attention to this shit anyway. I'll be damned if I'm gonna sit around and pass on the buck again."

 "Do you really mean it this time Gale? Dewey asked Gale.  "Yes. Look, let's get something straight Dewey, I got into this shit cause the police came looking for ME. Not cause I'm out to make the SUNRISE STUDIOS SLASHINGS, Gale responded. 

"Why would the police come to you? Dewey asked. Their former relationship made them slightly bitter to one another.  Gale coldly replied," Again, I am the author of the definitive book on the Woodsboro murders! What about you?"

"What about me?"

"You said you'd never leave Woodsboro, 'The only place that's real!' But now you're here. Not with me. Dewey, I took care of you. I waited until you were well. I couldn't stay there, I mean, it's like dog years, one year in Woodsboro is like seven everywhere else."

Dewey scoffed. "So it's off to London for a week? New York for a month? L.A Forever?" "It was fucking '60 Minutes II'! I couldn't say no! I could've been the next Diane Sawyer! She defended. 

Dewey frowned. "What's wrong with just being Gale Weathers? I liked her!" Gale sighed. "It didn't work Dewey. We tried, we're different." Dewey replied, "You used to say that was our strength."

"Dewey, you're not just here because of that second rate K-Mart, straight-to-video version of me, are you?"

Dewey shook his head. "Brace yourself, Gale, all of this is actually not About you." Gale eyed him suspiciously. "All of what Dewey? You do know something, don't you?" "Off the record, Dewey smirked. 

"Always."

Dewey begins, "Two months ago, the Woodsboro police got a call from a woman who said she was with 'Stab 3'. She wanted to see the file on (Y/N), for research." "And? Gale said. "The boys said no. She wouldn't give her name. A month later, the station gets broken into, the file room ransacked, Dewey continued.

"Someone stole (Y/N)'s file?" 

"I already removed it. I think someone on the film was trying to find (y/n), and that's the only reason I came here. To make do a little private investigating of my own and make sure no one here was planning anything."

"I'm sorry, this is too good!"

Dewey frowned. "What part of 'Off the record' don't you understand?" "Right. Sorry, Gale apologized. "Do you think he did it?" "I've got my suspicions but still, Dewey responded. nothing you say can ever make me take my eyes off one person."

"And who is that?"

Dewey definitely resented Gale, staring daggers through her. "Jennifer needs me, He spoke.