Glass, that's all that was standing in between Silas and his father. His eyes looked so dead as he watched the man run his fingers along the phone cord, a habit Silas had began to copy out of instinct. He didn't know why he still visited his father, half the time he only did when he got new cases that involve traveling. It was rare and he'd be lucky to even step foot out of woodsboro. It had been three years since he was even on a plane let alone a bus.

He tapped his foot along the ground as he held onto the phone with a tight grasp. "So they finally got your sorry ass working again? What's it this time? Some drunk mayor in a town over? What about a missing person the police can't find for some reason".

Silas sighed "dad, it's actually a good case this time and I'm not even allowed to discuss the matters of my cases, it's personal and I can't overshare information in case the subject is at risk".

Stu rolled his eyes as he looked around "in case you didn't notice, no one's here. I'm stuck inside this shit hole for another twenty years, they don't give a shit what's shared behind these cheap phones".

Silas chuckled "you'll get a kick out of this one actually, I didn't know much about the subject until after I did some research. Then I remembered why she was so damn familiar looking, it's Billy Loomis's daughter, they're sending me to New York to basically make sure she doesn't turn into her father and that what the press is saying about her isn't true, because apparently she killed all those people last year and not those two idiots I was assigned to covering up".

Stu laughed, as he shook his head "god, even from his grave he's fucking with me. You'd think they'd send you any other job but of course it's her. I'd say not to make it personal but this is definitely personal".

Silas leaned back "not really dad, I don't even know the girl. I spent half of my childhood stuck at military school and boarding schools. It's not personal and I never make it personal, I'm doing my job and when I get word from headquarters, I move onto the next one. I don't ask questions and quite frankly I don't care if she is secretly a mass murderer".

Stu looked at his son with an annoyed expression "seriously, this entire thing is suspicious. Out of all the cases you could've had they give you this one, don't you find it strange that it involves her".

Silas huffed "not everything is a conspiracy theory dad, who cares if she just so happens to be linked to ghostface. I already covered up last year's disaster, a lot of death certificates were reported missing, of course we want it to stay that way. Woodsboro is already on edge with past ghostface attacks, they always tend to happen like clockwork. With Samantha Carpenter in New York and Sidney Prescott and her husband Corey Becker off the grid, something tells me no more ghostface sightings here. Which is good, maybe they'll move somewhere else. They tend to follow anyone involved before".

Stu sighed "mostly Sidney and Corey, it started with those two back in 1996. But something tells me the focus is on Billy's daughter now, new generation which means new victim to obsess over".

Silas pushed his hair back as he looked at the clock above the booth he sat on "well hopefully it doesn't go all the way to New York, would enjoy if this case was actually easy for once and not full of ghostface, it's like my boss thinks that's the only cases I can handle because of me being related to you".

Stu smiled "I mean you do solve them, and the other half you spend covering up the whole situation. I'd say you can handle another one if it happens. How long do you think you'll be in New York?".

Silas sighed as he tapped his fingers on the table "could be a few months at best, but I don't want to be gone long. It's nice having a case again that involves traveling, but I always get homesick at the end".

The clock ticked loudly as he heard the hum of the door behind him opening. He blinked softly as he looked at his father "looks like my time up for today, I'll try my best to call from New York, but I can't promise anything. This case could keep me busy if it turns into a disaster".

Stu stood up "don't worry about calling, you'll come back when you're done, you always do". The man was escorted out of the area and Silas stood alone when the doors were pushed shut.

He would've stayed longer if he could but time just felt faster whenever he was here. He didn't visit much, but when he did he felt small under his fathers gaze. He rubbed at his chin slightly before he made his way out of the prison.

His car was already packed with what he thought would work best in New York. It'd be a long drive to the airport and he knew he wouldn't be able to sleep, his mind was racing with nerves and panic.

This could end badly if he wasn't careful, Samatha Carpenter was a nice girl. He had meant her once in high school, she sat in front of him in history. She never really paid attention to him when they were forced to be partners for a project.

That was the one time she saw him, they didn't speak or even discuss the project. They just worked and when the deadline was near, they parted ways and never acknowledged each other again.

She seemed distant whenever he would see her in the hallways, then she just left the second she turned eighteen. She wasn't around town anymore and he figured it was due to her father.

He didn't really care that her father was Billy Loomis, he was friends with the man once. It's not like having a shitty father made you like them, so he knew this case would end with Samantha being innocent.

He knew she wasn't responsible for the deaths of those people in 2022. Amber and Richie had done all the damage and he picked up every single piece of it. He remembered zipping close the body bags and burning the evidence all together, being a fake paramedic worked real wonders for him.

Taking those bodies away and letting them burn in the woods was easy. Destroying a few shitty robes and knives were also pretty easy. Not a single piece of evidence of ghostface was reported, just a few dead kids were discovered and the rest went silent.

Until the blame was all pointed towards Samatha Carpenter, he saw the posts of people who called her crazy. He took his research seriously and spent hours reading posts about the girl.

He knew the truth but obviously his boss didn't believe the truth, so he would find the evidence himself and prove that Samantha was innocent.

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  New York was full of surprises, the second he stepped off the airplane and made his way towards his car. He was greeted by the crowds of people who wondered about. They didn't have a care in the world about anyone or anything, it annoyed him deeply.

The air reeked of smoke and his eyes were heavy due to exhaustion hitting him. He drove in silence as he watched the rain slowly form on his windows. He would bring his bags into his apartment in the morning, he didn't have the energy to take trips up and down flights of stairs.

He grabbed his briefcase and apartment keys and left the rest to handle in the morning. Luckily it was the middle of the night and everyone in the building was sound asleep. He rubbed at his eyes as he yawned, he was cautious of where he stepped as he turned towards another flight of steps.

After trailing down a long hallway he unlocked the door of his new home for the next few months. It was dark inside and he could smell bleach as he kicked the door shut with the heel of his boot.

He set his briefcase down onto the small kitchen table, the apartment was empty for the most part but it held at least a couch and a few rusty rugs.

He didn't care about the furniture, he let himself sink into the couch when he laid on it. He ignored the crank in his neck as he let his eyes shut. The exhaustion hit him faster than he thought and before he knew it he was sound asleep.

The sound of static was what woke him up, he winced as he sat up from the couch. His hands shielding his eyes from the bright sunlight. The static got louder and he huffed in annoyance as he grabbed his walkie talkie off the table.

"What's so urgent you had to report at six in the morning!" he rubbed his head as he walked around the apartment with slow paces.

"Agent Macher, new report.... Status of the case has changed, a body was found last night".

He stopped walking "a body? Do you think it was a ghostface victim?" all he heard was static. He sighed deeply as he set the walkie talkie down on the table. He looked outside the window seeing police cars passing by in a quick manner.

"So much for an easy case" he rolled his eyes before he ran and grabbed his jacket off the couch. He grabbed his briefcase off the table and then ran outside towards the stairs.

He cursed when he flew straight into someone, his briefcase and keys fell out of his hand as he caught a hold of the woman in front of him. The bags of food she was holding onto spilled all over his shirt and pants, he let out a heavy breath.

"Woah, sorry about that I was just trying to get to work" he let go of her shoulders and moved back slightly. She looked at the food on the ground "no it's my fault, I wasn't paying attention to the stairs".

He pulled his jacket off cringing when food fell towards the ground "no it's my fault I was running and didn't really care enough to check for anyone, I can pay for the food, it's not a big deal".

He reached down and grabbed his keys and briefcase and then he blinked as he looked at the woman. Samantha Carpenter, he would've thought he recognized her seeing he had been studying her file for months. She smiled weakly "no it's okay, I can just go back and get more, you don't have to pay for anything. It was just an accident".

Protect the target, that kept repeating in his head as he stood up more. "It's on the way, I can get more for you, it seems like you had enough to feed a bunch of people and I don't want anyone getting pissed off because they didn't get any food".

He rubbed a pile of potatoes off with his sleeve, he grabbed his wallet from his back pocket when he was done. "Here take this and it should cover it" he handed her the cash before he stepped down the stairs and picked up his keys and briefcase.

"I'll pay you back" he looked at her "no need, again sorry about the mess". He smiled at her before he made his way towards the doorway and walked off.

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authors notes:
thank goodness I already had this prewritten and all I had to do was literally write like 3 more sentences and I was done. It's almost 3AM, I have like 3 books to write for and none of them are prewritten... can't believe I forgot about todays books lol