The Carcajou

Chapter Three: Dewey Riley

Luke could not believe his rotten luck.

Instead of being allowed to ride the motorcycle to the trailer park where the former police sheriff, Dewey Riley, lived, he was crammed in the back seat of Richie's piece-of-crap car with barely any leg room.

"Seriously, I couldn't have brought the bike?" Luke asked.

"Well, the engine might have told him we were coming," Sam said. "And besides, it's better we all go." After Richie pulled the car up to a trailer, the three exited and knocked on the door.

"Go away!" a man shouted from the other side.

"Sorry to bother you, Mr. Riley!" Sam called. "We just want to ask you a few questions."

"I don't give interviews," Dewey argued.

"Well, lucky for you, Princess, we're not looking for one," Luke called. "We just want to talk about Ghostface."

Just then, Dewey's eye appeared through a tiny hole near the door handle as he said, "Give me one reason why I should talk to you."

"I'm Billy Loomis's daughter," Sam answered.

Just then, the door opened, revealing an aging man. His once black hair was graying with a giant mustache under his nose. He was starting to grow a beer belly but looked like he could still fight.

"That's a terrible reason for me to talk to you," Dewey said.

"My name is Samantha Carpenter," Sam said. "This is Luke Howlett. We were attacked last night at the hospital. The night before that, my sister was stabbed seven times before Luke came to her rescue. I know you know what that's like. I'm just trying to protect my family."

"Look, bub," Luke said. "We're not asking for an hour of your time. Heck, not even 30 minutes. Just five. We just want five minutes to ask some questions."

"I'll give you two minutes," Dewey countered. "I'm missing a show I like."

Rolling his eyes, Luke brought out his claws and pointed them up at Dewey's chin, causing the latter's eyes to grow wide.

"Three," Luke said. "Final offer or I gut you like a fish."

"Three minutes it is," Dewey said, causing Luke to retract his claws.

Dewey then guided the three inside his trailer. Looking at the TV, Luke noticed an old but not-bad-looking reporter talking. She had long black hair and wore a blue dress. Dewey shut the TV off and gestured for his guests to sit on the couch.

"Gale Weathers," Richie said, noticing the chick as well before the screen went dark. "Weren't you two..."

"Yeah," Dewey answered. He closed the door and sat down in a chair next to the couch.

"Who's he?" Dewey asked, gesturing to Richie.

"This is my boyfriend, Richie," Sam said. Sitting next to said boyfriend, Luke wanted to gag. The scent of sweat and barbecue sauce was very overpowering. Wait a second. No. He couldn't be.

"How long have you known him?" Dewey asked, snapping Luke out of his thoughts.

"Six months?" Sam asked.

"How long has he been in your pants?" Luke asked.

"Not important," Sam argued.

"Did he know who your dad was when you met him?" Dewey asked. "Express any interest in Woodsboro or the Ghostface killings?"

"What the heck are you talking about?" Richie asked.

"Your killer's obsessed with 'Stab' movies, right?" Dewey asked. "Well, there are certain rules to surviving a 'Stab' movie. Believe me, I know."