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His flashlight bounces to the water, following around the edge of the boat. “This your boat?”
Archer shakes his head. “No, a rental.”
The officer hums, the flashlight lifting to our faces, pausing on each one and watching closely as he appraises us. “Anyone drinking tonight? Under the influence of drugs?”
“No, sir,” Archer mumbles.
“Everyone adults here?” he asks with narrowed eyes.
We nod.
Ugh. Annoying.
“Okay, well, the curfew is nine o’clock with that masked murderer running loose. While on this boat might be okay, the moment you step off, you and your friends are very vulnerable. I suggest you guys head back to shore and get to your homes until the curfew is lifted in the morning.”
“Sure thing,” Reign grunts.
The officer stares at him for a moment before shifting back toward his steering wheel. I think he’s about to leave before the flashlight shines again, going straight to my face.
“Is there a reason you were all looking over the side of the boat? Did something fall over the edge or something?”
I shake my head, trying to look innocent, though my insides are exploding into a million pieces.
“My friend thought she lost her ring. She remembered it at home, though, so it’s okay,” Vienna whispers, and my shoulders sink. I turn to her, giving her an appreciative smirk.
Saved my life.
The officer gives us a look, his brow furrowed, and I instantly know he doesn’t believe us.
“Have a good night, everyone. Get back to shore safely,” he mumbles, and my body refuses to uncoil as he goes back to steer his boat around, driving back to shore.
“Fuck, that was close,” Kyler breathes once he’s far enough away.
Creed slaps him on the back. “Really fucking close. Let’s get out of here.”
I nod, knowing that if the officer came one minute earlier, he would’ve seen us tossing a body overboard.
And this one, we didn’t even kill.
CHAPTER NINETEEN
LAKYN
The car rocks back and forth as we drive through the woods and toward the abandoned ship.
Another party on the boat.
Though tonight, we’re breaking curfew. The police and mayor have kept the curfew in effect, adding in a hefty reward if anyone knows who may be responsible for the deaths in Hellcrest Heights.
The thought of rebelling has people more excited, and I’ve been watching all day as people on social media have been bustling with the idea of sneaking out, breaking the law. Oh, and don’t forget the possibility of another death, or some kind of sighting of the slasher in the flesh.
People are constantly buzzing, and all I can do is look over my shoulder and wait for him to cause more chaos.
It’s been over a week since I’ve seen him, and it’s been surprisingly quiet since we dumped the body over the boat. I expected him to show up that night, and the next night, and every night thereafter. Except he didn’t, and I can’t help the pang of sadness.
Is he gone? Is it over?
Why don’t I want it to be over?
