The Young and the Dramatic
Episode 12: Hatchet Launches a Manhunt
"So, what have you been up to?" Justin asked, sitting down at the table with Heather in the diner.
Heather clutched her coffee mug, feeling uncomfortable, and Justin noticed this.
"Look Heather, I realize me showing up all of a sudden is strange," Justin said, "But I don't have anything to hide,"
"Are you sure about that?" Heather spat out at the male model.
"I'm sure. I've wanted to return to Wawanakwa City for a long time. I figured that Gwen's funeral would be the perfect opportunity to return," Justin explained.
Heather gave Justin a look, and then took a sip of her coffee.
"Gwen Abraham?" Bridgette repeated in amazement, "That can't be a coincidence!"
The grave keeper gave Bridgette a strange look, "What's your problem? You look like you've just uncovered some big secret,"
"I have," the surfer mused. She quickly scribbled down her signature on the death certificate, and then while taking one last look at Gwen's casket, ran off to her jeep.
Inside the jeep, she grabbed her cell phone and dialed Cody's number.
After two rings, his gruff voice came onto the line.
"Cody! You'll never believe this!" Bridgette exclaimed into the phone. She put on her seat belt and turned the engine on.
"Gwen's last name is Abraham," Cody's voice came onto the phone, "I know,"
Bridgette was lost for words, "But, how—"
"They had a segment on Gwen over the news. They announced her last name. Actually, that's the first time anybody had ever heard Gwen's last name," Cody's voice replied.
"Where are you?"
"I'm at the diner. With everybody else," Cody answered.
"I'm on my way," Bridgette said, and then hung up.
"I will not let you take my diner away from me," DJ said, pointing a finger at Chris's face, "You can say that your just collecting rent, but you and I both know that you want your precious land back,"
Chris smiled, "You think you have me figured out, don't you?"
"So what if I do?" DJ snapped, folding his arms.
The CEO stood up, and walked around his desk to look at DJ in the eyes, "Think again," and then he grabbed DJ by the arm, and threw him out of the office.
"And stay out!" he hollered before slamming the door.
Zoey watched the video over and over again, smiling as she watched Bridgette confess to being there the night Gwen was murdered over and over again.
The redhead was sitting in her car, across from the Wawanakwa Diner, watching the video on her phone, where she had previously recorded it.
Suddenly, her phone rang, causing Zoey to pause the video. She picked it up, and pressed it to her ear.
"Hello," she paused, "Oh, it's you,"
A few seconds passed, and Zoey looked up to see Bridgette's jeep pulling up to the diner. A smirk crept across Zoey's face, and the redhead tapped her fingers on the steering wheel.
"Oh trust me," Zoey said from behind the wheel, "They won't know what hit them,"
"I'm here," Bridgette said, rushing into the diner.
Cody was sitting at the counter, with a coffee mug. There was one seated next to him, and he patted the seat next to him.
"I ordered you a coffee," the tech geek said, "I figured you'd need it,"
"Got it," Bridgette said, sliding into the seat next to Cody. She sighed, and sunk her head into her hands, "How could I not realize this sooner?"
Cody raised an eyebrow, and then settled it.
"I know; it did seem pretty suspicious that Gwen never told anybody about her last name. I always assumed it was the same one that she had when we went to school together," Cody said.
Bridgette perked up, "You two went to school together?"
"Yeah Bridgette; I've already told you this," Cody nodded, and took a sip of his coffee.
"And Duncan," Bridgette said, tapping her fingers on the counter, "Did he go with you too?"
Cody nodded, "Bridgette, what's your deal? You're just restating stuff I've already told you," he said.
"But now it all makes sense,"
"What are you talking about?" Cody asked.
"That's why I never knew Gwen's last name," Bridgette smacked her forehead in frustration, "She had a connection to Duncan Abraham!"
The surfer said it a bit too loudly, and everybody in the counter turned to look at Bridgette, who smiled sheepishly at the customers.
Momma DJ noticed this, and then walked over to them.
"Please lower your voice," Momma DJ said, "I ain't gonna allow shouting in my diner,"
"Sorry, Momma," Cody said, "I'll keep her under control,"
Momma winked at Cody, and was about to walk away, when she paused, and turned to face the two.
"You know, if you're wondering about any connections between Duncan and Gwen, I did see them a bit in here together," Momma said.
"Are you saying that they dated?" Bridgette asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Sure thing honey," Momma nodded, and then saw a customer wave her over, "I gotta go, sugar. I'll finish this later,"
As Momma walked away, Bridgette turned to face Cody.
"Were you aware that Duncan and Gwen dated?" Bridgette asked Cody.
"No, not at all," Cody said, tapping his chin, "Those two never talked with each other. I never saw them hanging around with each other at school,"
Bridgette raised an eyebrow, "Cody, I think it's time we pay LeShawna another visit,"
A bit farther down the diner, Justin and Heather were still talking and chatting, just merely catching up.
"So, are you going to tell me what you've been up to, or not?" Justin asked, intrigued.
Heather sighed, and started talking.
"Well, I own the paint shop that Gwen was shot in," Heather said, "So I feel partially responsible for her death. Also, my boyfriend proposed, and then when I rejected him, he cursed me out, and broke up with me,"
Justin's mouth dropped.
"Um," Justin said, "That's… nice?"
Heather rolled her eyes, "It's OK. I'm just going to give dating a rest now so I can focus on work. I have to find a replacement for Gwen and everything, and until then, I have to work extra hours at the shop,"
"Oh," Justin's face fell, "Well, if there's any way I can help—"
"So who's this asshole?" Alejandro asked, appearing at the two's table.
Heather's eyes widened, and Justin's jaw dropped.
"Hello to you too," Justin said, in a sarcastic voice, "Don't you recognize me Alejandro? I went to school with you,"
Alejandro raised an eyebrow, "Don't know, don't care," he turned to Heather, "Well, I see the little bitch moves fast, huh?"
Heather looked at her feet, trying to block out Alejandro's hurtful comments.
Justin stood up, glaring at Alejandro.
"Dude, I think it's time for you to go. Clearly we're not welcoming you," Justin said.
"I'll go when I want too," Alejandro said, his voice rising.
Now everybody in the diner was watching the two, and silence struck the diner.
"Seriously, it's time for you to go. You're obviously not welcome here,"
Alejandro glared at Justin and Heather, and then turned, and walked out of the diner, leaving the two, and the diner's customers in peace.
Hatchet sat behind his desk, having returned from Gwen's funeral, and was now comparing facts and evidence he had recovered from the store and from witnesses.
The police chief only had one suspect: Ezekiel Miller.
Then again, it was coming from Chris McLean, once a major suspect. While Hatchet still believed Chris to have a part in it, he knew Chris's every move. Hatchet could keep an eye on Chris, but he still needed to get Miller.
He picked up his telephone, and dialed a number.
After a few seconds, a female's voice picked up.
"Hello?" came the voice.
"Haverstock, its Hatchet," Hatchet said, "We have a problem. A possible murder suspect is running around. I need you to come over here. I'm ordering a manhunt,"
"I'm on my way,"
And then the line went dead, leaving Hatchet to question his own motives.
Bridgette's jeep rolled down the streets of Downtown Wawanakwa, and stopped at LeShawna and B's house.
As she and Cody stepped out of the jeep, they walked up the steps to the house, and were surprised to find the door slightly ajar.
"Cody…?" Bridgette looked over at the tech geek, who had an alarmed look on his face.
The surfer pushed open the door to find an eerie quiet house. They walked down the hallway and came to the living room where they had met with LeShawna the first time. The window had been cracked open, and glass shattered the floor.
"Oh my God," Cody said, leaning against the wall for support.
The surfer then looked at the recliner where LeShawna had sat, to see a sticky note sitting on the cushion.
Bridgette turned to Cody with an uneasy look.
"Cody," Bridgette said, holding up the sticky note, "You're gonna wanna take a look at this,"
Cody held the sticky note up to his eyes and read the note:
And the game continues. If you want to see you precious little friends again, do not continue to investigate this case.
Next time on The Young and the Dramatic…
"We have to report this to the police," Bridgette said, and then walked back down the hallway, and outside to her jeep.
Drama continues in the city…
Ezekiel walked into the room, glaring at Chris.
"I'm back," the prairie boy snapped.
And no one is sure when it will stop…
"I'm here," Jo said, crossing her arms, "Let's find us a killer,"
Especially when no one is safe…
"Welcome to Wawanakwa City, home of murder, and just recently, kidnapping," Heather said, sighing.
A/N – I originally finished this chapter earlier this morning, but had a hard time with the previews. Tomorrow is cliffhanger Friday, so prepare for what might be a very interesting ending to the week! Now you know that Gwen has a connection to Duncan, but what may it be? Hmm…I don't know! Oh wait, yeah I do!
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