07. A LITTLE BIT HAPPY

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Charlie swore the reason behind purchasing a Ghostface mask was to mock the real Ghostface; it was just a silly game he'd been playing with his friends. But Harriet knew better than to believe such a stupid lie.

Since they couldn't legally charge him, they sent him home for the night, but she wasn't going to let the boy off so easily. She knew he had something to do with the murders, whether he was the real Ghostface or not. It was a feeling that nagged at the back of her mind, the truth buzzing in her veins.

Besides the whole Charlie situation, another thing had been bothering Harriet. Ever since she had tried to pry into Gale's past, the woman hadn't been around the Sheriff's Department. It was like she was purposely avoiding Harriet, which frustrated her because it should be the other way around.

It took two whole days before Harriet ended up on Gale's doorstep. Her house was huge and beautiful. A house of a celebrity, which she guessed made sense because Gale was basically a celebrity in this small town. A well-known author and News reporter. Of course she had tons of money.

Her hand shook as she knocked on the wooden door, and she took a deep breath to calm herself. It was just Gale. Sure, she'd never been to Gale's house before, but still. It wasn't a big deal.

Thirty whole seconds dragged by before the door finally opened. Gale stood in the foyer, and instead of her being dressed in the usual pantsuits she wore, she was clad in a plain white tank top and sweats. Her hair was piled in an elegant mess on her head, and her face was void of makeup.

Harriet stared at the woman in front of her, forcing herself not to gape in shock. She had never seen Gale so naked, so carefree. The thought of her looking so normal seemed unbelievable.

Gale blinked in surprise. She clearly hadn't expected anyone. "Harriet?"

Harriet blinked herself, her eyes flicking up to the mesmerizing blue ones of her enemy. "Gale."

"What are you doing here?" Gale glanced down self-consciously, her cheeks taking on an embarrassed blush, as if she thought she looked disgusting.

You look beautiful. The words sat on Harriet's tongue, but she refused to say them.

"I'm sorry to show up unannounced," she said, not sounding very sorry at all. She still hated the woman, after all. She didn't want Gale to think she was starting to become civil. "But you've been avoiding me, which is ironic, since I should've been avoiding you since day one, but that's not the point here. The point is..." She bit her tongue, not wanting to say what she'd been planning to say. She'd rehearsed the words many times as if she'd been rehearsing for a play, but now the words have died in her throat.

Gale raised an eyebrow. "The point is...what?"

Harriet huffed, shoving a stray piece of hair behind her ear. "I...need your help."

It was as if a bucket of ice water had just been dumped on Gale's head. The tall woman stared at her, eyes wide and filled with shock.

"Yeah, I wish it was a joke too," Harriet grumbled. "But I'm being serious."

Gale pursed her lips, then stepped aside to allow Harriet in.

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