"I remember who killed me!"

"Who?" The sheriff looks up at the ghost child in front of him.

"She did." Betty points to a photograph of the sheriff, Will, and Mary that hung upon his office wall. The sheriff's gaze follow her point till his eyes lock onto his love's face.

"Mary killed you? Are you sure?" The sheriff tilts his head as he turns his head to the ghostly child.

The little coloured ghost child nods to the sheriff's question, her dark brown toned hair flows a bit off beat as she moves her head.

The sheriff holds his head in his hands, his eyes wide and bulging. The woman he just proposed to is a killer. His body begins to shake as his mind begins to twist and turn. Does he turn in his love? Or live with her and have the secret eat away at him until there's nothing left of him?

His eyes look up to meet with Mary's in the photograph, she looked so innocent, was it all just a cover up this whole time? Did he really actually know who she was?

He shakes his head back and forth from the side. He had to confront her, maybe to trick her into confessing. That was probably the only way he was going to get the truth out of her.

The sheriff stands up and picks up his coat, slipping it on he turns to Betty with a serious expression.

"Let's roll." The sheriff utters as he turns away and reaches for the handle of the door, gripping it tightly and then pulls it open.

Sirens echo through the streets as he steps out of the station, an ambulance shortly pulls up next to the building and two men with a stretcher jump out of the back. They rush past the sheriff and head into the police station. The sheriff follows the men with his gaze, turning his head till he faces the opening of the door. He knows why they are there, he knows what they'll be soon bringing out. He turns back around and walks away before they bring the body out.

***

The sheriff enters the bar and calmly walks over to the counter. He carefully pulls out a stool and slips his behind onto it, adjusting himself to his needed comfort level. He comfortably lays his hands against the counter top and waits for Mary to approach him.

The woman with auburn red hair, whom at the time the sheriff walked in was cleaning a few glasses, looks up and smiles softly upon the man.

"Afternoon sheriff, are you done interrogatin' my brother already?" She lets out a light laugh as she walks over towards him, grabbing a clean glass and a bottle of scotch - his favourite - along the way.

"Yes. He was a tough one, but I got him to talk." The sheriff nods his head, watching as the female pours him a glass of scotch.

"Oh?" Mary replies, appearing unfazed by what the sheriff said. "And what did he tell you?" She gently slides the glass to the sheriff with one hand, and places the bottle of scotch down with the other.

"Nothing much, but he died before he could confess." The sheriff catches the glass with one hand and then lifts it up to his mouth to take a sip, his eyes focus upon the bar maiden for any signs or signals that she might unintentionally send him.

"What?" Mary stops and just stares at the drink she gave the sheriff. Her voice is soft as her body brings to tremble. "M-my brother is dead? A-and you act like it is nothing?!?" Tears pool in her eyes as she raises her voice to the sheriff, she was angry for how he just spat out the news like he didn't even care about Will. "How did this happen?" Her crocodile tears run down her cheeks, and whimpers begin to escape her mouth. "Bob said he'd take care of him. He lied. You lied." She brings her arms up to her face to cover her tears from the others in the room.

"I'm sorry Mary. I-I...." The sheriff was conflicted by her reaction. The way she reacted makes him to believe that she is innocent, but Betty is dead set on her killer being Mary. He places the glass down onto the counter and holds his head with his hands.

"Oi. What's goin' on ov'r he'r?" One of the other bartenders hears Mary's cries and walks over to her and the sheriff. He looks to the man and then to the sobbing woman next to him. "Oi! Sheriff! Did j'ye make Mary cry?!? Ye should be ashamed of ye self!" The man shakes his head as he gently wraps an arm around the crying woman.

"I'm sorry Mary, Will gave me the idea that you had killed the children. And with the cookie you made that he ate before he died, I just assumed it had to be true." The sheriff explains, his head low as he indeed feels ashamed for making his fiancée cry. It was wrong of him to blame an innocent woman for something so cruel. "Please forgive me, Mary." He looks up at the bar maiden with sad eyes.

Behind her hands, the woman hid a crooked and evil grin. She wipes away her grin along with her tears to appear saddened once more.

"You assumed that because he died after eating one of my cookies, that I killed him and the other three children?" She shakes her head slowly, her hair flowing from either side as she moves her head. "I don't know how I will be able to forgive you."

The sheriff looks down to the wooden floor of the bar, he blew his chances with the love of his life and- wait. Did she say three children?

"Three children? There were only two known child murders." The sheriff tilts his head to the right, his eyes changing from sorrow to suspicion.

"Oh," Mary's eyes widen a bit, but not too noticeable to the others around them. "Did I? I meant two. My bad." She holds her arms out in front of her, her left hand digging her nails into her right arm. Her scars from her fight with the second child visible to the sheriff now.

"Mary, please be honest with me." His tone becomes serious as he looks into her eyes, her eyes dart in every direction trying not to make eye contact with his. "Did you kill the children and your brother?"

The others around the two gasp, how could the sheriff accuse the innocent woman of such a thing? Mary was the nicest person in town, it was too hard for them to imagine her to be anything but innocent.

Mary's eyes begin to water, she looks to the regulars sitting off by the jutbox, they're eyes staring back at her in anticipation. She shifts her gaze towards the windows that look out the the streets in front, she could see Bob approaching the bar with his men. Her eyes move down to her arms, scratches and scabbed over cuts cover her pale pink skin. Her heart pounds in her chest as she glances at the man who stood up for her, he now had taken a step away from her, the silence filling his mind with crazy ideas. Finally, she looks into the sheriff's eyes, she found him cute when he was angry or serious. She relaxes her arms as they rest on either side of her.

The sheriff blinks as his eyes soften and meet with Mary's gorgeous eyes, waiting patiently for her response.

"Mary?" His voice is soft as he reaches his hands towards the woman's hand. She pulls back and looks down. "Y-You d-didn't... did you?"

"I-I..." A tear escapes her eye and rolls down her cheek. "I did it for you."

"For me? How is killing little children a thing you do for me?!?" Mary looks up at the sheriff, her crooked grin is plastered upon her face.

"There was nothing happening in our town, and the promotion you wanted was slipping away. So I did it so you would be noticed by the big guy and finally get the promotion you deserve. And it was working." Her eyes glimmer softly in the light, her crazy showing just a bit.

The sheriff's heart breaks as he gets up, he looks her in the eyes and mumbled something lowly under his breath.

"I can't believe I loved you...." Mary's heart shatters in her chest from the sheriff's words. Her eyes widen as he turns away and walks towards the bar's exit.

"Sheriff!" Bob exclaims as he runs towards the sheriff.

"Mary did it Bob, please arrest her." The sheriff mumbles with a sad tone, pointing at Mary before leaving.

"Sheriff! John!" Mary calls out as Bob's men handcuff her.

"...I'm sorry..."