𝐕𝐈𝐑𝐆𝐈𝐍 𝐌𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐘 || stu macher

TWENTY EIGHT ; UNIMPORTANT CHARACTERS

Studio sixteen was filled with police and detectives when the five of them arrived. Detective Mark Kincaid and his partner Detective Wallace stood in the prop room where Sarah Darling's murder had taken place, taking notes and looking at evidence.

"Same deal?" Asked Wallace, looking down at the two pictures of Maureen Prescott in his hands. "Found with the body?"

"Yeah, Maureen Prescott again." Said Kincaid, sounding perplexed. "And the finger prints on the knife match Monty Lipton's."

"This is great." Wallace droned sarcastically as he and Kincaid exited the room. "Ten more murders and we can publish a calendar."

"The old 'killer-playing-with-the-cops' routine." Kincaid mused as he looked down at his notepad before slipping it inside his coat. "Very Hannibal Lecter. Very Seven."

"Doesn't the killer come after the cops in those movies?" Asked Wallacs tentatively.

Kincaid glanced at him. "Usually one cop makes it." They turned into the hallway and Wallace stared at the bloody, shattered window in the door where Sarah Darling's body had been found.

Then he said uneasily; "And?"

Kincaid turned back to him. "And one cop doesn't. Usually."

The two detectives turned to walk down the hallway past some lingering authority, and it was only a matter of seconds before they ran into Gale Weathers, who was hassling an office woman for information on the murder.

"Detective Kincaid!" Gale moved up to him, talking quickly. "What do we know?! Same killer?!"

"Hey, hey!" Said Wallace, holding out a defensive hand. "Terminal Entertainment, this is a crime scene. Okay?"

"Wallace, Ms. Weathers is working with me now." Kincaid clarified as they walked into the main office of the studio.

"Well in that case, I'm gonna go dust for more fingerprints with Jane Pauley." Wallace said satirically.

"Uh, photos, Wallace?" Kincaid held his hand out before his partner could walk off.

Wallace handed him the two pictures of Maureen Prescott. He shot a look at the three lingering people behind him and nodded at them. "There's your serial killers, Kincaid." He said before finally walking out of the crowded office.

Kincaid turned around to see Molly Birist, Billy Loomis, and Stu Macher standing by the wall and looking extremely out of place in the situation.

Kincaid glanced back down at Gale, discretely nodding to the three. "That's them?" He asked. Gale nodded. Kincaid turned and approached the other three. "Excuse me?" They turned to his presence. "Detective Mark Kincaid, HPD." He introduced himself, holding out a hand to shake.

"Billy Loomis," Introduced Billy, shaking the detective's hand first. Then he nodded over to the other two. "This is Stu Macher and Molly Birist."

"It's a pleasure to meet you all. I'm sorry it couldn't be under lighter circumstances." Kincaid shook hands with them as well. "I assume Ms. Weathers has told you what you're doing here?"

"Vaguely." Answered Molly with a shrug.

"Well, I just wanna know a few things, it won't take long." He turned to focus fully on the boys. "How close were you two to Monty Lipton?"