"Hello, I am detective Page, and this is detective Young. We were wondering if you could tell us about the animal attacks." The taller of the two men said while shoving the fake ID back into his jacket pocket.
The plump woman in her late 50's shook her head slowly, "I don't know much about that other than students have gone missing."
"Are you talking about the wolves?" The two men turned around in the small office to find the question had come from a student with wavy dark brown hair that went down to her lower back and hazel eyes. "Because I happen to know two of the victims, and the wolves live in the woods behind-ish my house." The girl was clad in tight jeans low enough to show her lower stomach, an Auburn Riverside High School cheer jacket, and white vans.
Sam approached the girl slowly, his features pulled together in that confused look he often wore when questioning people. "Would you mind telling us how you knew the victims?"
She brought her slender arm up and brushed her fringe out of her eyes, "The first one, Allen Pierson, was my lab partner. The second guy was named David Chase, and he was one of my best friends."
"I'm sorry to hear that."
A bitter laugh escaped her mouth as she shrugged her shoulders. "Ya know, the wolves never acted like this before; I don't know what changed in them."
A group of about 3 girls burst in the office doors, the leader of the pack, a girl with dark red hair, took a look at the brothers and stopped in her tracks. "I hope I'm not interrupting anything, but Stella has to come get ready for the assembly with us."
Dean stepped up to Stella, "Stella? Can we have your full name and phone number, in case we need to talk to you again."
"Oh, of course. My name is Stella Dahmer-"
"Dahmer?" Dean stifled a laugh, "like the serial killer who would chop people up and keep them in his freezer?"
Stella gave him a sarcastic smile, "Yes. And my number is 253-555-7726." She watched as Sam wrote it all down in the small notepad he was holding. "Alright, well, I'm off." With that she picked up her ARHS coloured duffel bag and began to leave with the other cheerleaders when she turned to face the boys once more. "Hey, can I have one of your numbers? In case anything else happens..?" Sam quickly scrawled out his number on a scrap of paper and handed it to her.
Stella left the room and Dean sauntered over to the office clerk they were originally talking to and gave her the most seductive look he could muster, "Could you give us some student files?"
Being as the lady practically reeked of cats, it wasn't hard for Dean to break her. "Of course, follow me." She led the two down a hallway and into a room filled with file cabinets, each labeled with three letters to help organize by last name.
"Dean, what are you looking for?" Sam asked once she left.
"Well," he turned his head so he could see Sam from over his shoulder, "I wanted some more information on the students that were killed, and I needed to see which of those cheerleaders were 18." He said with a wink, to which Sam just rolled his eyes.
