Wednesday

Chapter 5: Always Watching

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Wednesday and (Y/n) walked through the woods, their arms linked together and Thing crawling ahead of them.

"Are you okay?" (Y/n) asked.

Wednesday nodded. "Fine, Cara Mia."

Thing stopped walking and signed something to him.

"I can handle my mother. I'm not asking for her help because I don't need it. I don't need yours either." Wednesday snapped. "Keep your nosy fingers out of my business."

"Wednesday!" (Y/n) scolded.

He was about to reply, when he heard the sound of police sirens in the distance. He peered through the trees and saw several cop cars up ahead.

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"Victim is Carl Bradbury. Local private investigator. Real sleaze. Witnesses are Greg Milligan and Debbie Prizeman. Greg's the manager of the Piggly Wiggly and Debbie's one of his cashiers." An officer reported to the new sheriff, which happened to be the woman that used to be Galpin's deputy.

Several police cars surrounded Bradbury's blue van which had several dead crows around it. Bradbury himself was lying in a body bag, with it slightly open to reveal his face. His eyes had been pecked out by the crows.

"So Bradbury was out here catching our supermarket sweethearts in a tryst, when he got attacked by a squad of kamikaze crows." The sheriff summarized.

"This is a first. Even for Jericho. Get the body to the morgue before he gets ripe." The officer said.

The sheriff turned to see Wednesday and (Y/n) approaching.

"Wednesday, (Y/n)." She greeted. "Can I help you?"

"Just taking a scenic walk. Enjoying the view." Wednesday replied, watching the body get fully zipped up. "Sheriff Santiago."

The sheriff smiled. "I promise to be better than my predecessor."

"That's an exceptionally low bar." He commented.

The sheriff walked away, and Wednesday looked around at the crowd behind the police barriers, one in particular catching his eye. A hooded figure began to quickly walk away from the scene into the woods, and Wednesday was right on his tail.

The man ran through the trees, and looked back to see if anyone was following him. When he turned back around he was met with a swift kick to the face, and fell to the ground.

Wednesday came around the tree and his eyes widened. "Galpin? What are you doing here?"

The former sheriff Galpin groaned as he stood up. "The victim was a friend of mine. Carl Bradbury. We were working a case together, and that's what got him killed."

(Y/n) ran up behind Wednesday. "Wednesday, there you are! Why'd you run off like—?" She paused when she saw Galpin. "Mr. Galpin? What are you doing here?"

"He knew the victim." Wednesday told her.

"Bradbury stumbled onto something. Said it could affect Outcasts. We were just starting to scratch the surface." He explained.