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CHAPTER FIVE; SUPERBITCH
( why'd you only call me when you're high by arctic monkeys )
CYNTHIA sat staring at Billy's head from across the station. He sat in the Sheriff's Office with his father and the man himself, Sheriff Burke. She couldn't hear what they were saying but it was obviously serious considering Billy looked outraged while his father had that stern lawyer look he wore to court.
Suddenly, the boy turned and she offered him a sympathetic smile. He returned it before his gaze shifted to Sidney and hardened. She sighed and looked at the girl beside her as she asked, "Did you find him?" she was referring to her father. Dewey had been trying to track the man down for the last twenty minutes.
"You sure it was the Hilton?" Dewey asked.
Sidney nodded, "At the airport."
Dewey sighed, "He's not registered there." Sidney looked beyond exhausted, "Could he have stayed somewhere else?"
"I don't know. I guess." Sidney sniffled.
Cynthia huffed and rose from her spot, "I'm going to get something to drink. You want anything, Sid?"
"No, I'm good."
Cynthia moved into the lobby and shoved a dollar into the vending machine. She punched in the code and waited for a can of soda. As it began to come forward it got stuck. Cynthia groaned and slammed her hand against it, hopping to jostle the can into falling. Her small fit of rage was interrupted as her cellular rang. Billy had gotten it for her a few months ago but she never really used it. However, she did keep it on her to ask the boys for rides. She answered, "Hello?"
"Hey, baby."
Cynthia rolled her eyes, "Really? You're calling me here? I'm at the police station, you know, I can have them track you."
"You won't do that. You love me too much."
"So you went after Sid. Is this about me? You seem to be an awful lot interested in the friends I keep and you've called me three times now, so I'm starting to think you're not only a killer but a creepy stalker too," Cynthia stated as she shoved her other hand into her back pocket, looking around for any cops that might walk past.
"Of course, it's about you, babe. You're my final girl."
"Like in a horror movie? God, you sound like Randy and all his fucking rules," she muttered, "Can you just pop up so they can let Billy go, I don't fancy picking him up from a cell tomorrow morning."
"No can do. I have my agenda and your boyfriend's a part of my plan."
"Hey, he's not my boyfriend. He just broke up with one of my best friends and then she got him arrested, I'd never do that to her."
