Chapter 3
    The interview
    Approximately two days and we were off. Ashlynn was excitedly working on the script and Sasha was helping with the budget that the teacher just wouldn’t help with. Even with Fern’s influence she still didn’t trust us, maybe a little bit more, but still not that much. We were still undecided about the whole interviewing thing-y so we’ve just been searching on the internet and getting some old released police records.
    “Okay, so the horror ora is looking pretty good,” Sasha mutters as she skims the pages we’ve got done. “Surprising, I thought you’d suck, Ashlynn.”
    “Shut up!” Ashlynn snapped, snatching back the papers. “I’ve got a lot of work to do, don’t bug me.”
    “Whatever,” Sasha said, walking to a seat.
    RT frowned. “Don’t we have to write a boring segnala too, cause the video’s our visual?”
    Lila shrugged, “I don’t know.” She smiled at him sweetly. “But since te suggested it start writing.”
    “No! I’m just saying!”
    “And I’m telling,” Lila says, giving him paper and pencil. “Unless te prefer typing.”
    It’s funny how a whole of two days can bring an oddly like of group of Friends together, we already had crack jokes and what-not. And now, there’s no holding back our insults, because it doesn’t hurt. Maybe it’s because most of us were a bunch of loners, o maybe because were just friendly and easily welcoming.
    Fern snatched the papers out of RT’s hands. “Let the nerd do it.”
    “Hey Leader!” Chauncey called out.
    “It’s Lewis.” I say, coming to her.
    “Yeah whatever, anyways Leader should I research more, I should I just…”
    “Well…what do we know so far?”
    It’s a rhetorical question, because everyone who’s lived in this town for più than a anno knows, but Chauncey risposte me anyway. “Nothing, this guy’s a ghost, no DNA, no…nothing, nothing whatsoever.”
    “Surprising,” I say sarcastically. “Anyway, maybe we can keep searching.”
    Chauncey shrugged. “I was thinking of going to the police station, asking them, te know, più easier for our project.”
    “And they won’t suspect?” I ask, critically.
    “I’ll bring a camera to record everything, come on Leader! Let’s find out the masked killer, we could unmask him.”
    “I don’t know,” I say doubtfully. “The last time kids asked police, with o without a camera, they got arrested.”
    Chauncey grinned at me. “But they didn’t have conformation from their teacher, did they?”
    I smile, getting what she’s hinting at. “Then I guess we should do it?”
    
    “Um…what?” The police officer asked again, squirming.
    “What did te do? Did te cerca for clues o what-not?” Ms. Arthur asked.
    Jordan squirmed, and Lila looked like she wanted to ask something, but not with the teacher here. What happened? Well, it was surprising when she detto yes, however, I did expect her finding a way through it. She was her to ‘chaperone’, which in her language meant to follow us there, ask all the questions, and act like it was her project. Each time we tried to ask something she would shush us and make it seem like we were stupid, upon inspection it looked like she made the police più uncomfortable.
    “Well is there anything-”
    “Excuse me Ms. Arthur?” Lila said, unable to control herself, gave her a dashing smile. “But can I please interrupt for a second.”
    “No actually I’m-”
    “Why thank you, lovely teacher.” She smiled again. “Um, anyway, te detto that there appeared to be no DNA on the victim, can te explain that to us please?”
    The police man, looking relieved nodded. “Yes, of course, when we examined the body there appeared to be nothing from the killer left on the victim, it was crystal clean.”
    I could see Chauncey zooming the camera in, excited for something remotely interesting happening.
    Lila nodded, looking like a reporter. “Crystal clean? Hmm, well, we all know who the victim is, was there anything else strange?”
    The police nodded. “Well, it seems like all the victims had some sort of link o connection, like a pattern with the killer, as if there was an important reason as to why the killer did this. And all of his victims were usually clean, none of there stuff with them that they had when they left.”
    “And te detto they were crystal clean,” Ashlynn murmured. “No marks, as if they were literally cleaned.”
    The police man nodded. “This person…is very clever, they know what there doing, they know how to play just right.”
    “Um…okay. Can I ask one più question?” felce said, even looking reader to add Mr. in it.
    “Yes, of course.”
    “Do te think the killer’s still here?”    
    The police man froze at a Lost for words, there was a pause before he spoke. “For your guys sake, I hope not. But I wouldn’t think there not here, but let me tell te one thing, all of his victim’s were young, and all were for a reason, it has to be in what we found. And if you’ve got guilty conscience you’ll be successivo on his never ending lista of victims.”
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