Chapter thirty three,

still mourning his death?

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   THE TENSION IN the van was very much noticeable, also the uncomfortableness vibes in the atmosphere, the entire situation at the shrine and after the two calls yesterday, it had ultimately left four friends extremely wary of two certain people the following day, today.

   Jodie had ultimately crossed her arms, head was tilted as she eyed Jasmine, speaking, "I'm surprised you're not out there, you know?" She had deadpanned.

   Jasmine who yawned, "Because I don't need to be out there?" She had quickly argued back, "Also, why am I going to risk my kid and I over there?" She slowly added, it was common sense because she was fucking pregnant, but despite it all. . . she knew at the end of the day, she'd be in danger somehow.

   Mindy already had enough of Jodie's petty attitude, her voice slightly raising, "If you have a problem with her, Jas. You can leave none of us here like you." She had pointed her finger directly at the van doors.

   Anika nodded her head, sarcastic smile on her face. She'd already given this girl a piece of her mind, but Jodie doesn't give up.

   Jodie who laughed, "Tara seems to like me just a bit much. . ." She given them a tauntingly smile, "It's not really my fault that your friend over here is a shit talking liar, The only thing I did was help Tara understand." She bitterly laughed.

   Chad raised his eyebrow, "The minute all of this is finally over with, Jodie. You can gladly take Tara all you want, and specifically away from my girlfriend. . ." He bitterly commented at her, only for Jasmine to interrupt him, her eyes were just dark eying Jodie, "That's if she gets to live like her, Aunt Jennifer. Poor her — She could've been a star, but Roman Bridger had to stab her multiple times, and throwing her body through a glassed mirror, what a fucking shame!" She had a smile appear on her face.

Jodie's face flushed red, anger radiating.

Ethan suddenly spoke, "Can we all be nice, Geez. Jodie please stop instigating drama, and Jasmine please no more." He had pleaded from her.

Jasmine casually opened her mouth, words spilling out her own mouth, "Whatever, you say. Virgin boy who giv—" Chad had placed his hand on her mouth, and a stern look was on his face, "Minnie, no."

   It was silent for a split second until the van doors opened, Kirby in sight, "Alright. Let's get this shit started." She swiftly replied, sitting on the moving chair, and scooting herself towards her laptop.

   Mindy who spoke, thoughts were just swirling all over heard, "So, we're really doing the phone tracing thing, that never works in movies?" Amusement was lightly laced all over her face.

   Chad had softly chuckled, as Jasmine felt the vibrations of the chuckle her head was leaning on his arm.

Kirby given Mindy a weird look, all while Mindy carried back on into her exaggerated speech, "It'll be all, "Keep him talking, Sam. Two more minutes, I've almost got him." And then he hangs ho just before we can get a lock." She exaggeratedly remarked, eyes narrowed at Kirby.

   Kirby sassily replied, "I can trace a call in under 15 seconds." She given Mindy a smug smile.

Jasmine nodded her head, "That's true. . ." She had given her ex-babysitter a big thumbs before, and noticing everyone was giving her strange looks since she knew, eyes rolling as she answered, "Uncle Mark he had a case, and Kirby helped him, it was solved pretty quickly. Also Duh, it's the pros of having someone in the family who's a cop, you know things. A lot things." Her eyes glanced back at Jodie.

   Jodie alongside Ethan began to get extremely nervous at her statement. They were always nervous to be around her, Jasmine Altieri, she was just too fucking smart.

   Mindy was stumped, and changing the direction to her entire statement, "Well, you've got them out there as bait." She sat up much more straighter, arms crossing even more and glancing at Kirby.

Anika who attempted to reassure her, "It's okay, baby. Detective Bailey is out there with them." She kissed her cheek.

Jasmine remain in thought. As if that was reassuring, only cops she trusts(d). . . Dewey, Mark, and Kirby.

Kirby went back towards typing on her very computer, eyes had remained focused on the screen, "Because the killer usually calls from somewhere nearby." She swiftly answered.

Mindy who tilted her head, replying to the response Kirby had given, "And, you think they're safe because it's broad daylight in a public place?" She had instigated that this wasn't really safe.

Kirby who sighed, frustratedly, "Look, I am here, okay? And so is Bailey just like your girlfriend told you, both are fine." She sternly told Mindy.

Mindy who's voice went slightly louder when speaking, "This is exactly how our Uncle Randy died. Broad daylight. Public space. Yanked into a van. Stab, stab, stab. No more Randy." She had rambled quickly.

Jodie had pointed her finger directly at Jasmine, and hysterically laughing, "Isn't it sick that you're practically with the daughter of the killer who killed your Uncle Randy?" She had practically laughed at Chad, "God — This freaks pussy must be that good for you to be with her, and you're now baby trapped." She mocked.

Jasmine froze.

Freak.

Dean Carter.

F R E A K ! FREAK ! FREAK !

Kirby had slammed her hands on her table that made everyone jump in horror, "Watch the shit you say in my van, especially to who you're speaking with. . ." She ultimately glared at the teenage girl, "You're going to be a damn bitch then out of my van." She huffed.

Mindy gritted her teeth, eyes fumed now in anger because her brother was reassuring his girlfriend, so she had taken her part to defend Jasmine, voice slightly raising, "Your grudge, repetitive shit is already overrated — You want to get your facts straight, you should fucking know that he was murdered by Nancy Loomis, and don't ever say that Jas had baby trapped him, you sound stupid." She smacked Jodie on the shoulder where she was stabbed.

Jodie had groaned in ultimate pain, all while Mindy and Anika high-fived.

Ethan was pissed — Jodie was fucking up their plans because of her stupidity anger on a Aunt who never met her, and wasn't even killed by Mickey Altieri. His dad somehow managed to manipulate her.

   Kirby who exhaled, speaking into the ear piece that was in her ear, "Okay, then. Hey, Sam? Stay frosty out there, okay?" She had reminded the older carpenter.

   Sam responding, "We're good."

   The group who was just in the van had their eyes trained on the computer, but no one had seen this coming, Jasmine had felt her phone ringing, ". . . What?" She gulped.

   Hand had quickly trembled in fear when she flipped her phone around, and read the Caller ID: Dewey Riley. Her breath hitched, this was so fucking messed up of whoever is behind the mask, and calling her off her deceased adopted dad, "You're going to need to the call, Minnie. I'm sorry." Kirby given her an apologetic smile.

   Jasmine simply nodded her own head, "Let me step out the vehicle. . ." She quickly opened the van doors, and began walking from a good distance, and had clicked answer, "What do you want?" She had spat venomously into the phone.

  His voice was disoriented, "That's no way to speak to your biggest fan. . ." He had laughed humorously at her, "I had to get your attention at some point, Jasmine. I've got one question for you." His voice was laced with just a hint of mischief, as if he was going to say something so taunting.

   Jasmine felt nervous.

   A part of her flinched when she felt someone hold into her hand, eyes just glancing up and had noticed it was Samantha, and a reassuring smile on her face, "Let's be for real, you don't care about my favorite scary movie." She had retorted, her face wasn't showing any emotion.

   He chuckled, "Wrong. You still mourning his death?" He laughed at her, "Dewey Riley's, he died exactly like the pussy that he was at the hospital where Amber had carved up, and you watched!" He snapped at her.

   Jasmine had to hold in her own tears because she knew once she cried reminiscing his death that she won't stop crying, teeth were simply gritting when she had spoken to him, "Just the same way I carved her up, and want I'm going to do to you, right now!" She shouted.

   Pregnancy didn't change the fact that she still can fight, and she fucking will! She will fucking throw a fucking fight, and also go and 'cause major bloodshed.

   Ghostface who remarked, laughing like a manic, "No, you're gonna die, Jasmine and so is Samantha. . . Oh, that includes your little baby, as well, it's such a shame that she'll never see the light of day . . ." He had taunted some more, "But, I'm always a step ahead, you didn't really think that I'd slip up so easily?" He retorted.

   Jasmine furrowed her eyebrows, ". . . Huh?"

   It was then she realized, he played them.

   Ghostface chuckled, "You finally realized, Jasmine. Be seeing you, sooner than later." He had hung up the phone.

Jasmine wiped a few tears with her hand not realizing that she was crying, all while letting go of Samantha's hand, and ignoring Tara's existence.

Sam who breathed out, "Did you get that?" Her question aimed at Kirby, as in hopes that they found where he's at.

Kirby speaking, "Yep. Geolocation coming through right now." She paused for a moment before she continued, and spoke back up, "He's on the upper west side." She was confused for a split second before continuing, "He's inside of an apartment building, halfway across the city." She ultimately retorted.

Jasmine alongside the Carpenters froze.

More so, Jasmine who cautiously asked her ex-babysitter, "It wouldn't be on West 96th?" Her mouth felt dry, she couldn't do this, again.

She can't lost another figure.

She failed to protect Dewey, and everyone just reminds her that she failed, and now she's going to fail in attempt to protect Gale.

Kirby speaking, "How did you know?"

Jasmine was already panicking, "Aunt Gale — You should've let her joined us today now she's in danger. . . " She began to find a vehicle, and running towards it ignoring the loud pleads of Sam to wait, "I can't lose anyone else, I need to go over there." She felt tears rolling down her own eyes.

Panicking.

She noticed Detective Bailey left his keys inside his vehicle, two loud voice's that were ultimately captured her immediate attention, "Minnie! Jasmine!" Her eyes widened when she seen her boyfriend and Sam.

Both quickly stepping inside — Well, one in the backseat and one ultimately in the front seat, the three just buckling up, "That's my car, you three can't be driving my car. It's a cop car, you'll get yourselves in trouble!" Bailey had told them.

"Can and will," Jasmine had flicked him off, and speeding away, all while she had ultimately pressed the sirens so they can all have better access to get their faster without slowing down from other cars, "I'm surprised you didn't let your sister join in." She gently said.

Sam shook her head, "Don't want her in danger, and you don't need to be dealing with her shitty behavior, especially her nonsense outbursts that she has towards you." She gently responded, rubbing her eyes with her hands.

The car ride was a comforting silence, all were just in fear of Gale Weathers life that's possibly in danger — Or, it possibly wasn't in danger when someone else is also a step ahead of these four Ghostface's.

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𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞, hope you liked this
chapter.

Next chapter it's possibly Mickey's
Point of View — Also, Minnie's.

Jodie is asking for her
grave 😍😍.

Tara's betrayal coming soon –

Santiago's too when Gale
finds out who's his friend —

Quinn dead next chapter idk
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