𝖐𝖓𝖎𝖋𝖊 𝖉𝖔𝖜𝖓 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖙𝖍𝖗𝖔𝖆𝖙. || Tara Carpenter x Fem OC !!

IV

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Apryl's POV:

Tara, Me, and Sam, sitting in the police station, as an Officer walks in, I assume that's Quinn's dad.

He brings in a Ghostface mask in a bag, he holds it up, "This was found next to the body at the apartment crime scene." He places it onto the table, "DNA says that it belongs to someone named, Richie Kirsch." I clench my jaw, as Sam looks at him.

"Does that ring a bell?" He looks to us, "We're familiar with him." Sam says, as Tara steps in, "But the one that attacked us has a different mask on. It was kind of beat up, like it was older." She states.

"I got to ask," He continues, "Do you have alibis for earlier tonight?"

"I was at a party with Apryl and our other friends." Tara breathes out, leaning back in her chair as Sam speaks, "I was at my therapist's. I can give you his information, you can call to check if you want. And then I met Tara at that party, where I tased someone." Officer Bailey's expression turns confused, as I purse my lips, "Unrelated." Sam adds.

"Was the before or after this happened?" He holds up his phone, revealing a recording of Sam and me yelling at the girls that pushed me and poured coke on Sam. I fidget with the bandages on my hands nervously, as Tara takes one of my hands, comfortingly caressing it softly.

"Before." Sam says softly. "The point is, we were with people all night." Tara adds.

"So, our roommates dad, just, happened to pull our case." Sam states as officer Bailey shrugs, "That'd be a crazy coincidence right? The detective who had the case, he offered it to me because, it involves Quinn. But, I can totally give it back if you're uncomfortable. its up to you." The three of us glance at each other, as Sam shrugs, "Its fine."

"So if that man who attacked you, did steal both you and Apryl's licenses, and plant them next to the body.. it'd probably be somebody close to you." I bite the inside of my cheek. How could they have stolen both out licenses?

Sam takes a breath, "How long have you known your friends, including Apryl." He turns to me.

"Well we moved here with Mindy, Chad, and Apryl for summer semester like, six months ago. So, Quinn, um, Ethan, Anika, all since then." Tara answers.

"I think I can vouch for Quinn, so that's one less we have to worry about." He continues, "Do either of you have anyone that might want to target you?"

I shake my head as Tara speaks, "not anyone who's still alive." Bailey raises his eyebrows, "Yikes."

We all look up, as the door opens, a different police officer peaking in, "The FBI's here, claiming jurisdiction." Bailey looks confused, as he gets up, "Where are they?" he leaves us in the room as Sam sighs. I lay my head on Tara's shoulder.

third person POV:

Bailey walks over to where the FBI were, as she spots a blonde haired girl, sitting on a chair, her feet propped up onto the table.

"Can I help you?" he asks, as the woman turns to face the detective, getting up from her chair, revealing none other then,

"Special agent Kirby Reed, FBI." She holds up her badge, "I work out of the Atlanta office."

Bailey nods, "oh, you lost?" He teases, as Kirby scoffs, "your three vics(victims) were residents of my city, before they moved here for college. I have been investigating their online activity for the past few months." She hands him a portfolio, as he skills through it. "Wow." He hands it back, "Why?"