Nightmare on Elm Street – The Origin of Evil
Elle braced herself against the crisp wind. It was only August but it felt more like late December in this little shit hole town. Someone back in New York was laughing their ass off. Up ahead she saw her first target, a surprisingly large police station. She dragged deeply on her cigarette and flipped the butt into the neatly manicured lawn. Elle shrugged off her annoyance and moved towards the buildings glass doorway. Elle looked at the message on the door:
"Springwood Police Department: To Protect and Serve"
She wondered briefly why a town so small would need such a large police station, and then remembered why she was there in the first place. Elle walked through the glass doors and towards a skinny police officer sitting behind a beat up looking desk.
"Hello, Officer.." she looked at his badge, "Evans. My name is Elle Reynolds. I was wondering if I could take a few minutes of your time?" Elle finished sweetly. The officer looked up and smiled.
"How can I help you, Miss Reynolds?" he said cheerfully.
"I just have a few questions, that's all."
"Bout' what?"
"I understand that at one time your little piece of Ohio had it's very own serial killer. I work for a news show called "Hard Evidence" and I want an exclusive on the Springwood Slasher."
The officers warm gaze turned suddenly cold. "I can't help you there Miss Reynolds. Can't be talking about that kind of business with strangers. I'm afraid I don't have the authorization."
Elle laughed sweetly, "Well who does have that authorization, Officer?" she tried. "I would be mighty interested in speaking to them."
Evans glared. "Have you got something else you need help with? Busy day, here. Don't have time to talk to everyone who comes through these doors, ya know."
"Mr. Evans. " he interrupted her,
"It's Officer Evans, Miss Reynolds. And I'm sorry, but I don't have any of the information your looking for. I think you ought to leave now. Sheriff is going to be back soon, and he doesn't take to kindly to strangers poking around. Have a nice day" he said, effectively ending the conversation.
"Thank you, Officer Evans. Have a nice day" she said sarcastically and then turned and walked back into the street.
Danny knew he was up shit creek as soon as the blond had walked in. Uppity bitch, came prancing in here asking questions that were none of her business. As soon as she left Evans stood up from behind his desk and walked straight into the sheriff's office.
"Sheriff Jacobson...we got a problem, sir", he said quickly.
The sheriff looked up from his paper and grunted. He was a big man who had seen better days. His hair was falling out and the little that was left was graying at the temples. His midsection had swollen considerably, even since Danny had joined the force. Still this man had been through some of the worst days this town had ever seen, and he was respected for it. He was the one who figured it out, after all. The one who made it go away. He was the one who would keep it away.
"There was a woman," Evans continued "asking questions about the Slasher incidents."
"Uhh-hmm," Jacobson said, "Happens all the time, Evans. What did you tell her?"
"Told her I didn't really have the authorization." he beamed, but his pleasure was short lived.
"You dumb shit, should have given her something. She's gonna know your hiding something." Sheriff Jacobson paused.
Evans jumped in "I'm sorry sir, but I just don't want nobody stirring up any bad memories"
"That don't matter. Officially that whole fucking case is unsolved. Ain't no records of what happened here, Evans. Let her look. Little bitch won't find a thing." he waited a moment, "Well she'll be back. When she comes here, just tell her something. Throw that little cunt a bone, maybe she'll choke on it. Now get the hell out of my office"
Evans backed out of the office quickly and closed the door.
Goddamn strangers, poking their noses into our business again, he thought. Ain't no reason to get scared, not yet. She wouldn't find anything that would link Springwood's past to that sonavabitch. Hell, she couldn't find anything. All those records were destroyed a long time ago.
Let her look, he thought to himself. But if she did find something out, well...they had ways of dealing with nosy bitches in Springwood, Ohio.