after walking to the park and finding the others, carter spotted the fbi van. he climbed inside and sat down next to elena, feeling a sense of relief as her presence immediately calmed him. he listened carefully as they explained the plan. they would use a phone call as a trap and locate the killer using kirby's tracking skills. it seemed simple enough, yet carter knew nothing was ever simple in this type of situation.
as sam and tara stood outside with detective bailey, the rest of us stayed inside the van. kirby was making final preparations to trace the phone call.
chad and mindy were discussing the plan, expressing doubts about the phone tracing technique. carter sat quietly, munching on a bag of extra large cheetos, occasionally offering some to elena who accepted.
mindy questioned the plan, bringing up the often used trope in movies where the phone tracing never works by asking, "so, are we really doing the phone tracing thing that never works in the movies?" she made another comment and said "keep on talking, sam. we almost got him and then he hangs up before we get a location."
kirby responded with confidence, saying, "well, i can trace a call in under 15 seconds." mindy's face lit up with surprise, clearly impressed by kirby's skills.
mindy leaned on the desk, looking skeptically at kirby's plan. she questioned the safety of her friends as bait.
kirby replied, "well, that's because the killer usually calls somewhere nearby."
mindy then said with a suspicious tone, "and you think they're safe because it's daylight and in a public place?"
kirby let out an exasperated sigh, fed up with mindy's constant doubting. "look," she began, "i'm here and so is bailey." she pointed out, expecting that to reassure mindy but mindy just rolled her eyes, as she spoke up. "that's exactly how our uncle randy died. broad daylight, public place, yanked into a van, stab, stab, stab, no more randy!"
kirby let out a surprised "huh..." in response.
the van went silent, the only noise being the crinkle of carter's cheetos bag as he offered it to chad next. chad looked at him with a disapproving look, but took one anyway.
kirby, listening in through her ear piece, gave sam some advice. "hey sam," she said, "you stay frosty out there."
suddenly, sam's phone rang. the rest of them in the van listened in as she answered the call.
sam spoke coldly to the killer, "you're gonna die, you know?"
their voice responded, deep that sent shivers down her spine. "no," they said, "you're going to die, samantha. choking on your own blood while i hack up your sister."
as the chilling conversation between sam and them took place, carter continued to eat his cheetos, trying to seem calm and unbothered.
sam snapped back, "not unless we find you first."
ghostface then replied tauntingly, "for a mastermind, you're not very bright. waiting for me to call, hoping i'm nearby so the police can grab me?"
there was a moment of silence for a minute. everyone in the van watched kirby as her fingers typed fast.
ghostface then said, "well, i'm not nearby. i'm a step ahead." as ghostface hung up, carter continued eating his cheetos.
sam asked kirby, "did you get it?"
kirby confirmed, looking at her laptop, "yup. geolocation is coming through right now. he's on the upper east side. he's inside an apartment halfway across the city."
tara then followed up with a question, "on west 96?"
kirby responded, wondering how tara knew the location. "how did you know that?"
the sisters then answered in unison, "gale."
YOU ARE READING
UNMASKED.
Terrorcarter kirsch is a troubled young man with a dark past. born and raised in the small town of woodsboro, he had a seemingly ordinary childhood. however, beneath his charm, there were hidden layers of pain and confusion. he found a strange connection...
