The Long Game, Lucas Sinclair

038. we suspect several things...

CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT.
4x03: The Monster and the Superhero

Time had passed.

It was the next day now.

Sam and Auggie were still at Fred's death site.

Fred's dead and broken body was only just now being covered up with a white sheet.

"—ear the scene of the crime?"

There were cop cars all around, a firetruck, and a coroner's van. The scene was barricaded off, but they didn't stop nosy civilians and news reporters from crowding on the outside and trying to look in.

"Hello? Did you hear me?"

Sam's head snapped away from Fred's covered corpse. "S-sorry, what was that? I... I didn't catch it."

Officer Pow—Chief Powell, Sam had to remind herself, Hopper was gone, and he wasn't coming back—Chief Powell sighed almost sympathetically. "Did either of you see Eddie Munson near the scene of the crime?" he repeated.

Sam shook her head. She looked at Chief Powell like he was insane.

"Wha—no! That's not important right now!" Sam motioned to Auggie, who was still throwing up in a bucket. "I told you what I saw, Chief."

Chief Powell crossed his arms, not backing down. "I still want to know how you ended up at the scene anyway."

Incredulously, Sam motioned around wildly with her hands. "It's a road!" she snapped. "Some people do that, you know? They go on it."

"Then where's the car?" Chief Powell asked.

Sam flung an arm at her bike. "I'm fifteen, do I look like I can drive?"

"Is he fifteen?" Chief Powell questioned, nodding towards the retching Auggie.

She crossed her arms, shrugging cluelessly.

"I have never seen that man in my entire life."

Officer Callahan raised an amused eyebrow at Chief Powell. "Oh, she's feisty," he mused.

Sam felt the urge to grin at him, but thought that would be very poor timing.

Chief Powell started, "Alright, watch your tone—"

"He is dead." All mirth was wiped from Sam's features as she glared, gesturing to the white sheet over Fred's body. "An innocent kid is dead, and you couldn't stop it! Two teenagers in two days, and you—what? You want me to watch my tone?"