CHAPTER FIVE.

SUPERBITCH

CYNTHIA sat staring at Billy's head from across the station. He sat in the Sheriff's Office with his father and the man himself, Sheriff Burke. She couldn't hear what they were saying but it was obviously serious considering Billy looked outraged while his father had that stern lawyer look he wore to court. 

Suddenly, the boy turned and she offered him a sympathetic smile. He returned it before his gaze shifted to Sidney and hardened. She sighed and looked at the girl beside her as she asked, "Did you find him?" she was referring to her father. Dewey had been trying to track the man down for the last twenty minutes. 

"You sure it was the Hilton?" Dewey asked. 

Sidney nodded, "At the airport."

Dewey sighed, "He's not registered there." Sidney looked beyond exhausted, "Could he have stayed somewhere else?"

"I don't know. I guess." Sidney sniffled. 

Cynthia huffed and rose from her spot, "I'm going to get something to drink. You want anything, Sid?"

"No, I'm good."

Cynthia moved into the lobby and shoved a dollar into the vending machine. She punched in the code and waited for a can of soda. As it began to come forward it got stuck. Cynthia groaned and slammed her hand against it, hopping to jostle the can into falling. Her small fit of rage was interrupted as her cellular rang. Billy had gotten it for her a few months ago but she never really used it. However, she did keep it on her to ask the boys for rides. She answered, "Hello?"

"Hey, baby."

Cynthia rolled her eyes, "Really? You're calling me here? I'm at the police station, you know, I can have them track you."

"You won't do that. You love me too much."

"So you went after Sid. Is this about me? You seem to be an awful lot interested in the friends I keep and you've called me three times now, so I'm starting to think you're not only a killer but a creepy stalker too," Cynthia stated as she shoved her other hand into her back pocket, looking around for any cops that might walk past. 

"Of course, it's about you, babe. You're my final girl."

"Like in a horror movie? God, you sound like Randy and all his fucking rules," she muttered, "Can you just pop up so they can let Billy go, I don't fancy picking him up from a cell tomorrow morning."

"No can do. I have my agenda and your boyfriend's a part of my plan."

"Hey, he's not my boyfriend. He just broke up with one of my best friends and then she got him arrested, I'd never do that to her."

"Sure, like you didn't kiss Tatum's ex this afternoon. Stu, was it?"

Cynthia scowled as her brow furrowed, "You really are a stalker, jeez. I'm hanging up now. I know you're obsessed with me, but try not to call again." She hung up and walked back to the office, soda long forgotten. As she entered Billy was being dragged out of the room by officers, yelling at Sidney. 

"Cyn, doll... please. Tell them I couldn't have done this," Billy pleaded. 

"Of course, you couldn't have, darling. When the police find you have no calls to Sid or Casey they'll let you out by morning, and I'll come pick you up," Cynthia patted his cheek lovingly before pressing a kiss to the other as he was once more dragged off. 

Tatum crouched beside Sidney and spoke to her softly. Cynthia walked over and stood beside her as she questioned Dewey, "Hey, Dewey, can we go now?" She sent him a pointed look which he just brushed off. 

"Hold on a second," Dewey dismissed.

"Goddamn it, Dewey!" Tatum snapped.

Dewey frowned and stated in almost a whining tone, "What did Mama tell you? When I wear this badge you treat me like a man of the law."

Tatum rolled her eyes, "I'm sorry Deputy Dewey-boy, but we're ready to go. Now, okay?"

The three approached him as the Sheriff told him to go through the back to avoid the reporters. Dewey ushered them out, "He's my superior!" he hissed to his sister. 

Tatum scoffed, "Janitors are your superior."

They walked out of the back door and Dewey told them to wait there as he brought the car around. The girls had one second of peace until Gale Weathers approached them with her cameraman, "Sidney! Hi. Some night. What happened? Are you alright?"

Tatum pushed the microphone away, "She's not answering any questions, all right? Just leave us alone."

Sidney pulled her back, "No. No, Tatum, it's okay. She's just doing her job, right, Gale?"

Gale nodded, elated that the girl was finally willing to give her some intel on the situation. Behind her, more reporters came, "Yeah, that's right?"

"So, how's the book?" Sidney asked. 

"Well, it'll be out later this year."

"Oh. I'll look for it."

Sidney turned around and Gale called out, "I'll send you a copy." Sidney whirled around and slammed her fist into the woman's face. Gale collapsed into her cameraman as Cynthia laughed.

"Did you get that on camera?" the blonde giggled, "Get fucked, Gale!" She sauntered toward the car and got in. 

The girls sat in Tatum's room. Cynthia and Tatum sat on one of the double beds while Sidney sat on the other. Tatum was laughing, reenacting the scene of Sidney's punch with her teddy bear, "God I loved it. I'll send you a copy. Bam! Bitch went down. I'll send you a copy. Bam! Sid, superbitch! You are so cool."

Dewey entered the room, "Thought you might want some ice for that right hook." He threw the bag toward her and she caught it, giving him a grateful smile, "I'll be right next door. Try to get some sleep."

"Yeah, yeah," Tatum stated. Dewey closed the door as Sidney rolled over, "Do you really think Billy did it?"

The telephone rang outside but none of the girls made a move to answer it. Sidney just replied, "He was there, Tatum."

Tatum rolled her eyes, "He was destined to have a flaw. I knew he was too perfect." Cynthia kept quiet about her opinions. There was no way Billy could've committed a murder, let alone 2. 

A knock sounded on the door and Tatum's mom walked in, "Telephone, honey."

"Who is it?" Tatum asked. 

"It's for Sid."

The girl rolled over, looking hopeful, "My dad?"

"I don't think so," the woman responded. Sidney looked disappointed as Tatum instructed her mother to take a message. 

"No I'll get it," Sidney rose and exited the room to answer the phone. 

Cynthia laid back beside Tatum as the girl questioned her, "Do you think he did it?"

"Billy? No way. When we were ten he fainted at the sight of Stu's scraped knee. No way he could've gutted Casey and Steve," Cynthia responded.

Tatum gave her a pointed look, "That was when you were ten. We're eighteen." Cynthia sighed and shook her head. As her thoughts turned to the multiple calls she'd received from the killer a pained cry came from the corridor. The two rushed out to see what was the matter and found Sidney speaking into the phone. 

"Leave me alone! Who are you?" Sidney dropped the phone and ran back into Tatum's room. 

Cynthia picked it up and spoke venomously with conviction, "Listen here asshole. You call Sidney again and I'll stab you so many times, God won't even be able to recognize you."

He chuckled, "I'm an atheist, doll." He hung up as Dewey came running out of his room, gun in hand. The blondes scoffed and walked back into Tatum's room to comfort Sidney.