Do You Like Scary Movies?

''"Do you like scary movies?"  "What's the point? They're all the same. Some stupid killer stalking some big-breasted girl who can't act who is always running up the stairs when she should be running out the front door. It's insulting."  -Ghostface and Sidney Prescott "Scream"''

Do You Like Scary Movies is the third episode of the horror series, The Sound of Fear, which was adapted from an original novel and later movie script written by JamesonOTP.

Episode Sumary
After an attack on Mike, River, Billy, and Larissa, the news soon gets out that there may be two killers. Soon, it's hard for anyone to trust anyone. Larissa works hard to clear Evan's name because she feels deep in her heart that he's not the killer.

Jayden works to pick up the pieces after having to close down The Coffee Shelf, which was her very livelihood and finds herself unexpectedly in the arms of Clare.

River and Billy seek out Jesse, feeling he may know something and can possibly be an asset to them.

Meanwhile, Mike, Larissa, Billy, and River all begin to be taunted by the killer, who has decided it would be much more fun to let them live and toy with them a little bit.

Established Characters

 * Larissa Oliver (Created by JamesonOTP)
 * Billy Davenport (Created by JamesonOTP)
 * River Wahlzman (Created by ClevanOTP)
 * Jayden Eva (Created by CharyssaOTP)
 * Mike Saunders (Created by JamesonOTP)
 * Adrian Stark (Created by Camsay)
 * Eddie White (Created by Fallin')
 * Jesse Clyde (Created by Southern Swag)

Trivia

 * The episode is named after a Scream quote
 * There will be no deaths in this episode

Episode Tagline
The Killer Knows Their Deepest Secrets...

Episode
Evan James sat in the dark, damp, cramped room that was the interrogation room. Detective Saunders paced in front of him, Mike sat to his left. Mike raised a glass of water to his mouth and took a sip, not taking his eyes off the frazzled fifteen year-old boy.

“All I am asking is for your whereabouts the night before last,” Detective Saunders said.

Evan shook his head in desperation. “I already told you everything!”

Detective Saunders slammed his hands down on the table. “Don’t lie to me, boy! I want the truth and I want it now!”

“I told you the truth!” Evan shouted, tears streaming down his face.

“Why did you kill your friend, Evan? Huh? Did he make a move on your girlfriend? Or was it a little spat between friends over something like a videogame? Tell me, Evan. Make it easier on yourself.”

“Geez, Pat,” Mike said. “He’s just a kid.”

“He’s just a kid?” Pat asked, turning toward Mike. “The Melendez brothers were just kids. Marty Puccio was just a kid. They all were also cold hearted murderers.”

“Is it wrong for me to see the flaws in your comparison?” Mike asked. “Marty Puccio was hardly cold hearted. The guy he helped murder beat and sexually assaulted Marty, raped Marty’s girlfriend and Marty’s girlfriend’s best friend, forced Marty to turn tricks with other guys, and made Marty and his friends’ lives a living hell. Marty killed him out of fear and desperation.”

“Marty Puccio is still a killer and he got the death penalty,” Pat said. “All the same in my book.”

“Correct me if I’m wrong,” Mike said, “but I thought we went by the Priceland Police Department’s book and not yours.”

“And I still despise them for putting me with a mouthy little hotshot,” Pat said, rolling his eyes.

“So now the score is Mike one and Pat zero,” Mike said with a smile.

“Answer me,” Pat said, turning to Evan.

Mike stood up and walked over to where Pat stood, he eased Pat aside and looked at Eddie.

“Evan,” Mike said. “If you didn’t kill Eddie, then how did your stuff end up at the crime scene?”

<span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: "Georgia","serif"">“I loan Eddie some of my stuff sometimes,” Evan said. “Or maybe it was planted. All I know is I didn’t kill Eddie. He was my best friend!”

<span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: "Georgia","serif"">“Friendships turn sour,” Pat said. “Things like maybe he owed you money, he stole your girl, he let you take the blame for something he did?”

<span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: "Georgia","serif"">“None of that is true,” Evan said, looking at his lawyer.

<span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: "Georgia","serif"">“Besides property that belonged to my client, which could have easily been in possession of the victim at the time of his murder, do you have any other evidence?” Evan’s lawyer’s asked.

<span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: "Georgia","serif"">“There’s always motive,” Pat said.

<span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: "Georgia","serif"">“What I see here is that you don’t have proper grounds to hold my client in custody.”

<span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: "Georgia","serif"">Mike nodded in agreement. “I have to agree.”

<span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: "Georgia","serif"">Pat looked at Mike for a second. “Mike, can I speak to you outside?”

<span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: "Georgia","serif"">Mike reluctantly followed Pat to the door and they walked out into the hallway.

<span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: "Georgia","serif"">“I don’t know what angle you’re playing, Detective,” Pat said. “I know he’s guilty. I have a hunch--”

<span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: "Georgia","serif"">“I don’t give a damn about your feelings or your hunches,” Mike said, a little snippy. “What I see in there is a kid…a lost and scared kid. And whatever it is that is clouding your judgment to the fact that you see him as anything else, is just terrible.”

<span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: "Georgia","serif"">“I’ve seen one too many innocent lives taken by kids. Kids led astray because maybe their parents didn’t love them, or they got into drugs, they were bullied…that’s why, Mike. Columbine was carried out by kids, in case you forgot.”

<span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: "Georgia","serif"">“This isn’t a kid who was bullied, turned to the whole Goth subculture, and opened fire in a school. This is a kid who is aching inside because he lost his best friend,” Mike replied.

<span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: "Georgia","serif"">“Well then, for your sake and everyone else, I pray to God you’re right, Mike,” Pat said as he opened the door and walked back into the interrogating room.

<span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: "Georgia","serif"">“Mike?” Larissa asked as she walked into the Police Station, her open jacket swaying with every step.

<span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: "Georgia","serif"">“Larissa?” Mike asked, looking at her.

<span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: "Georgia","serif"">“Can we talk?” Larissa asked.

<span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: "Georgia","serif"">“Of course,” Mike answered. “About what, might I ask?”

<span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: "Georgia","serif"">“It’s about Evan,” Larissa said. “He’s not guilty. I know it deep in my heart. Evan is a good kid from what I know of him. He’d never do something like this. Besides, he was in police custody when we were attacked last night.”

<span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: "Georgia","serif"">“I have my own theories about last night,” Mike replied. “It supports the idea that there are two killers, or that the ‘killer’ from last night was an imposter sent to throw us off. You have to admit, for someone who wants us killed, they came off as very amateurish.”

<span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: "Georgia","serif"">“So, you do think it’s Evan?” Larissa asked.

<span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: "Georgia","serif"">“No, no I don’t,” Mike said. “I was just being honest. Whoever attacked us last night is either not the same person who killed Candy, Katie, and Eddie or they were trying to trick us. Either way, this killer or these killers are very intelligent.”

<span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: "Georgia","serif"">“Well, anyway, I ran into someone who might be able to help prove Evan’s innocence,” Larissa said.

<span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: "Georgia","serif"">“Are they here?” Mike asked, stretching to look behind Larissa.

<span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: "Georgia","serif"">“Hi,” a young girl said, as she walked up to join Mike and Larissa. “I’m Blake. I was with Evan the night of Eddie's murder.”

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<span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: "Georgia","serif"">Billy yawned as he checked some movies back in and put them in the basket to be restocked. River was busy stocking the free Movie Times Magazine.

<span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: "Georgia","serif"">“It’s weird,” Billy said. “Just a week ago, everything was normal. Now it’s like we’re living a horror movie. I fear for my life, now”

<span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: "Georgia","serif"">“Just remember the basic horror movie rules and survival is likely,” River said.

<span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: "Georgia","serif"">“Likely, not guaranteed,” Billy said.

<span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: "Georgia","serif"">“The whole thing is bullshit anyway,” River said. “And that cop, I don’t trust him at all.”

<span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: "Georgia","serif"">“I don’t trust you,” Billy said. “But don’t feel bad, I don’t trust anyone anymore.”

<span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: "Georgia","serif"">“Same,” River said, giving Billy a look.

<span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: "Georgia","serif"">“Damn it,” Billy said as he looked down into the drawer. “It’s gone.”

<span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: "Georgia","serif"">“What’s gone?” River asked as he walked over to the counter.

<span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: "Georgia","serif"">“The knife that Jesse kid had,” Billy explained. “I put it in here.”

<span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: "Georgia","serif"">“Ooh, now knives are mysteriously disappearing,” River said with a chuckle.

<span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: "Georgia","serif"">“Yeah, it’s not funny,” Billy said, slamming the drawer.

<span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: "Georgia","serif"">“I can’t help but get the feeling that Jesse kid knows something,” River said. “Call it my natural intuition.”

<span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: "Georgia","serif"">“Or call it a steaming load of bullshit,” Billy said with a smile.

<span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: "Georgia","serif"">“I’m serious,” River said. “Ever get a feeling about something?”

<span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: "Georgia","serif"">“I ate Taco Grande one time and I felt gassy,” Billy said, laughing. “Does that count?”

<span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: "Georgia","serif"">River rolled his eyes. “And you sir, are a smartass.”

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<span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: "Georgia","serif"">Larissa sighed as she walked up Jayden’s driveway, her hands shoved in her pockets, looking down at the pavement as she walked. She stepped onto the porch and rang the doorbell, looking around awkwardly as she waited for Jayden to answer the door.

<span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: "Georgia","serif"">“Larissa?” Jayden asked. “Come in, okay?”

<span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: "Georgia","serif"">“Hi,” Larissa said shyly as she walked into the small house.

<span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: "Georgia","serif"">“What brings you here?” Jayden asked.

<span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: "Georgia","serif"">“I wanted to see how you were doing, if you were holding up,” Larissa explained.

<span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: "Georgia","serif"">“I could use an ear,” Jayden said.

<span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: "Georgia","serif"">“Well, I’m here,” Larissa replied.

<span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: "Georgia","serif"">“Well, how about you sit down on the sofa and I will get you a cup of hot tea and we’ll talk when I get back?”

<span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: "Georgia","serif"">“Sure,” Larissa said, taking a seat on the fancy sofa.

<span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: "Georgia","serif"">Jayden walked into the kitchen and Larissa heard her scrambling around in there, seeming quite busy.

<span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: "Georgia","serif"">“Do you need a hand?” Larissa asked.

<span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: "Georgia","serif"">“No, I’m good,” Jayden called back from the kitchen.

<span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: "Georgia","serif"">Larissa looked to her left at a large display cabinet. She was struck by what she saw, something that caught her attention. The cabinet was full of masks. All types, from Mardi Gras masks, Halloween masks, porcelain masks, to wooden African masks.

<span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: "Georgia","serif"">“I see you found my little collection,” Jayden said. “I love masks. There is something amazing about the idea of pretending to be someone else. Ever since I went to Africa and picked up a few tribal masks, masks have been my obsession.”

<span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: "Georgia","serif"">“I can tell,” Larissa said, looking around. “You don’t happen to have any bronze masks, do you?”

<span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: "Georgia","serif"">“I don’t,” Jayden said. “I mean, I would love to add some to my collection, but they’re hard to find unless you have them custom made. I’ve found that the wooden tribal masks from Africa are by far my favorite. The stories behind them are amazing, too.”

<span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: "Georgia","serif"">“I see,” Larissa said, walking back over to the couch and taking her seat.

<span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: "Georgia","serif"">Jayden handed her a cup of hot tea, which smelled delicious as it is steam passed under Larissa’s nose.

<span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: "Georgia","serif"">“I make it with orange, lemon, and honey,” Jayden said.

<span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: "Georgia","serif"">“It smells great,” Larissa said. “Anyway, I know how hard it must be to have to close down the Coffee Shelf.”

<span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: "Georgia","serif"">“The Coffee Shelf was my whole world, my livelihood. I invested so much time and money in it. But even if I were to fix it back after what happened, I could never reopen it. At least, not in that location. I couldn’t live with myself knowing that Katie died in there and no amount of new carpet could change that.”

<span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: "Georgia","serif"">“Are you okay,” Larissa asked.

<span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: "Georgia","serif"">Jayden nodded and she tried to push the tears out of her eyes. But it, was no use and she started crying hysterically.

<span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: "Georgia","serif"">“I don’t know what to do with myself, Larissa. I’m lost without it. The Coffee Shelf was my everything and it’s such a part of my routine, I can’t function without it. It’s like I’m wandering around, lost in a daze.”

<span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: "Georgia","serif"">Larissa reached over and put her hand on Jayden’s shoulder. “It’s okay.”

<span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: "Georgia","serif"">“No, it’s not,” Jayden said. “I feel so selfish for being upset over losing my store when the truth is, an employee lost her life there.”

<span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: "Georgia","serif"">“It’s understandable,” Larissa said. “Look at me, Jay.”

<span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: "Georgia","serif"">Jayden turned to face Larissa. Larissa put both hands on Jayden’s shoulders and looked her in the eyes.

<span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: "Georgia","serif"">“It’s not your fault, what happened to Katie. And you have every right to be upset about losing something so important to you. Don’t feel guilty.”

<span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: "Georgia","serif"">Jayden looked back into Larissa’s eyes, confused and shaken up. She didn’t know what came over her, what possessed her to make her next move. She moved in toward Larissa and pressed her lips to hers. She opened her mouth slightly and felt Larissa pull away.

<span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: "Georgia","serif"">“I’m sorry,” Larissa said. “I’m confused, and I’m still processing all of this. I really think I should go.”

<span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: "Georgia","serif"">Larissa got up and started towards the door as Jayden sat there, dumbfounded at what she had done.

<span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: "Georgia","serif"">“Thanks for the tea, by the way,” Larissa said as she opened the door. “It was really good.”

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<span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: "Georgia","serif"">As Larissa walked back to her car and got in, her cell phone rang.

<span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: "Georgia","serif"">“Hello?” Larissa asked.

<span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: "Georgia","serif"">“Hello,” the voice said. “Of course, you’re right about Evan not being the killer, but the police are never gonna believe you, Larissa. Not even that cop that you have your eyes on.”

<span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: "Georgia","serif"">“Mike?” Larissa asked. “How do you know?”

<span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: "Georgia","serif"">“There’s very little I don’t know,” the voice said. “I know all your deepest, darkest secrets, including Evan’s. In fact, I called the police and tipped them off about his. Now they’re really gonna doubt his innocence.”

<span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: "Georgia","serif"">“I won’t let you get away with this this,” Larissa said.

<span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: "Georgia","serif"">The voice laughed. “Like how your rapist got away, hmm?”

<span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: "Georgia","serif"">“How do you know about that?” Larissa asked, very matter of fact.

<span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: "Georgia","serif"">“I already told you, Larissa. I know everything.”

<span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: "Georgia","serif"">The line went dead as Larissa pulled the phone from her ear, shaking.

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<span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: "Georgia","serif"">Clare stood at Jayden’s front door, waiting for an answer. Jayden finally came to the door.

<span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: "Georgia","serif"">“Larissa, I already said that I’m sorry—” Jayden said as she opened the door, stopping as she saw Clare.

<span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: "Georgia","serif"">“Sorry about what?” Clare asked.

<span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: "Georgia","serif"">“Nothing,” Jayden said. “Come in, Clare? What can I do for you?”

<span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: "Georgia","serif"">Clare smiled seductively as she walked in and threw her coat on the sofa.

<span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: "Georgia","serif"">“I heard what happened at your store,” Clare said. “It was such a tragedy. I can’t even imagine how you must feel now that you’re closing the store down.”

<span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: "Georgia","serif"">“I feel horrible,” Jayden said. “Incomplete.”

<span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: "Georgia","serif"">“Hmm,” Clare said. “What you need is something to take your mind off things.”

<span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: "Georgia","serif"">Jayden followed Clare back to her bedroom.

<span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: "Georgia","serif"">“What do you have in mind?” Jayden asked.

<span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: "Georgia","serif"">Clare looked at herself in the mirror before she turned around and walked over to Jayden.

<span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: "Georgia","serif"">“Me,” Clare said.

<span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: "Georgia","serif"">“Please,” Jayden said. “I need this, Clare. I need this- you- more than anything. I have never wanted or needed anything more in my life. Please.”

<span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: "Georgia","serif"">As Clare pulled Jayden into her, she smiled to herself.

<span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: "Georgia","serif"">“I knew you’d come running back to me, Jayden,” Clare said. “Some say my love is irresistible.”

<span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: "Georgia","serif"">“I don’t wanna fight it,” Jayden said. “I can’t control myself right now. I’m powerless.”

<span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: "Georgia","serif"">Clare grabbed Jayden’s hair and pulled her head back, exposing her neck. She began to kiss her neck passionately, intending to leave her mark. She smiled as she pulled away, looking at the pink blotch on Jayden’s neck.

<span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: "Georgia","serif"">Jayden hurriedly and desperately started to undress, tossing her clothes aside. Clare soon followed, biting her lower lip as she stared at Jayden’s exposed body.

<span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: "Georgia","serif"">Jayden didn’t resist as Clare grabbed her breasts and began to squeeze them gently, kissing her neck again gently. Jayden backed toward the bed, pulling Clare on top of her. She closed her eyes and gasped slightly as Clare’s lips touched her breast.

<span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: "Georgia","serif"">“Yes,” Jayden hissed.

<span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: "Georgia","serif"">Clare kissed her way down Jayden’s stomach and between her legs. She raised Jayden’s legs and put them on her shoulders. Jayden’s head was a spinning blur as she felt Clare kissing her into oblivion.

<span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: "Georgia","serif"">“That’s it! Oh!” Jayden exclaimed as she grasped the covers, pulling them so tightly that her knuckles turned white.

<span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: "Georgia","serif"">Jayden laid there gasping as she came down from her high, having to regain her composure. Her whole body was shaky, her knees weak, and her legs wobbly.

<span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: "Georgia","serif"">“How was that?” Clare asked as she ran her finger along her bottom lip.

<span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: "Georgia","serif"">“Amazing,” Jayden said.

<span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: "Georgia","serif"">Clare chuckled slightly. “I’m not even done yet.”

<span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: "Georgia","serif"">Jayden nearly fainted at the fluttering touch of Clare’s hands between her thighs. She closed her eyes and drifted back to nirvana.

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<span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: "Georgia","serif"">As Evan and Blake began to walk together out the door, Mike followed.

<span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: "Georgia","serif"">“Look,” Mike said as he got out the door. “Someone called me today with an anonymous tip. I didn’t tell anyone because it would only complicate things for you, Evan. I know about the prostitute who died outside your house earlier this year. But, I know you didn’t kill her. I looked into it and her death was ruled an accident. But Detective Saunders is looking for something, anything, to hold against you.”

<span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: "Georgia","serif"">“I didn’t have anything to do with either,” Evan said.

<span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: "Georgia","serif"">“I know,” Mike said. “Your alibi during Eddie’s death checked out. But not everyone in that police station is on your side. Look, just lay low and stay out of trouble. What I’m doing for you is putting my job on the line.”

<span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: "Georgia","serif"">Evan nodded. “Yes, sir.”

<span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: "Georgia","serif"">“Alright,” Mike said. “Now get out if here.”

<span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: "Georgia","serif"">Mike sighed as he watched Evan and Blake walk off together. He heard his phone ring and answered it without looking at it.

<span style="font-size:12.0pt; line-height:115%;font-family:"Georgia","serif"">“Hello, Mike,” the voice said. “You fell right into my trap.”

<span style="font-size:12.0pt; line-height:115%;font-family:"Georgia","serif"">“What trap?” Mike asked.

<span style="font-size:12.0pt; line-height:115%;font-family:"Georgia","serif"">“I’m the anonymous caller with that tip. I knew you’d help Larissa get Evan off, even despite a crucial piece of evidence that could keep him behind bars.”

<span style="font-size:12.0pt; line-height:115%;font-family:"Georgia","serif"">“That kid is innocent and doesn’t deserve to spend his life behind bars!” Mike said.

<span style="font-size:12.0pt; line-height:115%;font-family:"Georgia","serif"">“Let’s see,” the voice said. “That prostitute’s death was ruled an accident because eye witness accounts said that she was drunk and wandered in front of a speeding car. Now what would happen if I were to come forward and said otherwise, hmm? If I said that Evan pushed her in front of the car to keep his secret?”

<span style="font-size:12.0pt; line-height:115%;font-family:"Georgia","serif"">“Why are you so obsessed with Evan taking the fall for what you’re doing?” Mike asked.

<span style="font-size:12.0pt; line-height:115%;font-family:"Georgia","serif"">“Do you like scary movies?” The voice asked.

<span style="font-size:12.0pt; line-height:115%;font-family:"Georgia","serif"">“Yes, but that has nothing to do with—”

<span style="font-size:12.0pt; line-height:115%;font-family:"Georgia","serif"">“It’s like this, Mike,” the voice said. “Horror movies always finger the wrong guy. And while they’re busy worrying with him, my plan gets carried out.”

<span style="font-size:12.0pt; line-height:115%;font-family:"Georgia","serif"">“You’ll never get away with this,” Mike said. “I will find your sorry fucking ass and I will kill you.”

<span style="font-size:12.0pt; line-height:115%;font-family:"Georgia","serif"">“Tsk, tsk,” the voice said. “You just gave me some evidence to plant against you.”

<span style="font-size:12.0pt; line-height:115%;font-family:"Georgia","serif"">Mike’s face went white when he heard the recording of himself on the other end.

<span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family:"Georgia","serif"">“I will find your sorry fucking ass and I will kill you!” <span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family:"Georgia","serif""> The recording said.

<span style="font-size:12.0pt; line-height:115%;font-family:"Georgia","serif"">“You wouldn’t,” Mike said.

<span style="font-size:12.0pt; line-height:115%;font-family:"Georgia","serif"">“I would,” the voice said. “Planting evidence is something you know all about from your time as a corrupt cop, right?”

<span style="font-size:12.0pt; line-height:115%;font-family:"Georgia","serif"">“Those days are behind me.”

<span style="font-size:12.0pt; line-height:115%;font-family:"Georgia","serif"">The voice laughed. “The past always comes back to bite us in the ass.”

<span style="font-size:12.0pt; line-height:115%;font-family:"Georgia","serif"">“How you do know all this?” Mike asked.

<span style="font-size:12.0pt; line-height:115%;font-family:"Georgia","serif"">“Because Michael, I know everything.”

<span style="font-size:12.0pt; line-height:115%;font-family:"Georgia","serif"">The phone clicked as the line went dead and Mike stood on the sidewalk, pulling the phone away from his ear.

<p style="text-align:center"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family:"Georgia","serif"">THIS EPISODE IS NOT YET FINISHED. CHECK BACK FOR MORE TOMORROW.