Drew Starkey Imagines

Dead Calm Pt 5 (Finale)

The recorder sat in the center of the table, its weight far heavier than its size suggested. The room was silent, save for the distant sound of waves crashing against the shore. The five of you—Rafe, you, John B, Kiara, Pope, and JJ—stared at it like it was a ticking bomb.

Because, in a way, it was.

It held the key to everything.

It held the proof that Ward Cameron had murdered Derrick Wyatt.

But it also held something else—danger.

Taking down Ward Cameron wasn't just about revealing the truth. It was about surviving the fallout.

And deep down, you all knew what was coming.

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Outer Banks Police Department – 9:00 AM

Sheriff Shoupe sat behind his desk, eyes narrowed as he listened to the recording for the second time. The room was tense, the air thick with anticipation.

When the recording ended, Shoupe let out a slow breath, rubbing a hand over his chin. He looked up, his gaze landing on Rafe.

"You understand what you're doing, right?"

Rafe nodded. "Yeah. I do."

Shoupe exhaled. "This is enough to get a warrant. But it's not going to be easy. Your dad—"

"I don't care," Rafe interrupted, his voice steady. "He doesn't get to walk away from this."

Shoupe studied him for a long moment. Then, finally, he nodded. "Alright."

And just like that, the end had begun.

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Tannyhill – 11:30 AM

Ward was waiting for you.

The moment you and Rafe stepped onto the estate, you knew something was wrong. The house was too quiet, the air too still. The tension in Rafe's body told you he felt it too.

Then—

"Rafe."

Ward's voice was calm, controlled. He stood at the top of the grand staircase, his eyes unreadable as he stared down at his son.

"I was wondering when you'd show up."

Rafe clenched his jaw. "It's over, Dad."

Ward sighed, descending the stairs slowly. "No, son. It's not."

You felt a chill creep down your spine.

Because Ward wasn't worried.

He wasn't desperate.

He was confident.

And that meant one thing—he still believed he had control.

Ward stepped closer, his eyes flickering between you and Rafe. "You think you've won?" He let out a low chuckle. "You don't even know what you've started."

Rafe's hands curled into fists. "You killed Derrick."

Ward tilted his head. "And?"

Your stomach twisted.

The lack of remorse. The sheer ease with which he admitted it.

He was a monster.

Rafe's voice was quiet, dangerous. "You don't get to walk away from this."

Ward's eyes darkened. "You think you've won. But let me tell you something, son—if I'm going down, I'm taking all of you with me."

You froze.