Serial Killer~Billy Loomis~

Chapter four

CHAPTER FOUR: panic

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KEIRAN WHITTMORE WAITED IN THE HOLDING CELL. Before he was taken to the office, Billy had been questioned first. Keiran had wanted to move forward and hug Billy, but the police offerice had pulled him away when the two had made eye contact.

Sheriff Burke had began to question him. "What were you doing at Sidney Prescott's house?"

"Tatum called me, said she and Sidney were having a movie night and invited me. I asked Billy to come along, because I planned to watch a movie with him after we were done studying." Keiran explained. "As we always do."

"Do you know why Billy had a cellular telephone?"

Keiran shrugged. "His father got it for him. I believe. Everyone's got one."

"You don't."

"I plan on getting him one," Keiran's father spoke up. "I just wanted to take him along to get it, but with his tutoring business. And my work schedule, it hadn't aligned."

Lorenzo turned to his son, a sad smile on his face. Clearly, guilty about the fact that, one again, he failed to make time for his son. "Thought it'd be a nice surprise," he shoots a look at the sheriff. "to either take you out of school early, or for your birthday, so you can pick out which one you want."

"Are you saying what I think your saying? What, Billy made the calls, and I, what? Attacked Sidney?" Keiran asked. "I made the call with Billy? We were studying multiple classes. We barely finished before going to Sidney's for the movie."

"What were you doing the night Casey Becker was killed?"

"Again, studying. Why do you think I'm top in my classes? Think i pay the teacher to give me passing grades?" The boy snapped. "How the fuck is it, that you go around, and always fail to catch the ones who deserve it?"

Burke, knowing what the boy meant, shifted. As did Lorenzo, feeling guilty for being unaware of what his brother had done to his son.  Burke was silent for a moment. "What were you doing two nights ago?"

"Two nights ago? Again, studying. What happened two nights ago?"

Burke turned, raised eyebrow. "You don't know?"

I wouldn't be fucking asking. "The whole, tutoring business and murder out there keeps me distracted. And I try not to keep in contact with him. At all."

"He was killed." Burke tolled him. "Someone had to seriously hate him for what they did to him. We had to identify him by dental records."

"Who was killed?" Keiran furrowed his eyebrows. Because there's no way they were speaking about the same man.

"Your uncle; Jenkins Whittmore was found murdered, covered in his blood, he was stabbed several times-" Burke speaks, but soon his voice fades out as Keiran breathes deeply.

"He's dead?" His voice comes out low, shocked, but scared. "He's dead?" He repeats. But, doesn't hear any replies.

"Keiran, are you okay?" Lorenzo questioned his son.

Keiran didn't hear him, breaths barely coming to him.

Somehow his uncle was killed. Someone killed his uncle. There was two murderers on the loose, one in the town that killed his uncle, and one here, that killed Casey Baker and Steve Orth.

Unless it was the same killer in both places. But, how would the killer get into town so quickly? And why would the killer want to kill his uncle? As far as anyone knew, the man was good. He don't even get a speeding ticket.

Although the police were aware of what he had done to Keiran (although some didn't believe Keiran) there had been no prove. The case had been thrown out.  

And the only other person who knew about Jenkins, was Billy.
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