Meanwhile...

Mayor Hatchet was told all about what has happened at Alejandro's house. He was told by MacArthur all about what has happened to both the guy who owns the house, and Trent. Detective McLean and Topher were also in the mayor's room, standing by the desk, as they were told the entire story of what she and Izzy witnessed at the house of the incident.

"So what you're telling me is that the last friend of Duncan is dead, and some other guy that Gwen is dating is now dead?" Mayor Hatchet asked, staring at the police woman across his desk.

"I'm afraid so." MacArthur said, nodding her head. "Me and Izzy found the body outside of Alejandro's house, and...when we arrived...it was just horrible. But then again, knowing everything that has happened in the past few days, I guess I will like it's really no surprise."

"I can't believe this bullshit..." Topher mutters, looking down to the floor, shaking his head in a stressful manner. "...How are we not getting an angry mob out here to finally go after this bastard? Because this guy already seemed to have killed somebody who's not somebody that Duncan has any friendship towards." Mayor Hatchet sat back down at his desk, rubbing a hand through his own hair, groaning at the fact that this is all coming at him.

"This is getting way too stressful to handle..." Mayor Hatchet mutters, before looking over to Chris. "Please help me out here, Chris...I feel like all of this is becoming too much for me, now that all of this is..."

"Mayor...listen...I know what you're going through. I get it." Chris said to the mayor. "But we got this under control."

Mayor Hatchet sighed, placing a hand on his forehead. He lowers his hand down his face, groaning in stress, before standing up from the chair he was sitting on, then turns his attention towards Chris, sighing to himself. He had a bad feeling, hearing the whole 'Everything is under control' thing being said to him. He had to be a little more strict about this.

"Detective McLean, look, I've been friends with you since...when? The eighties? Maybe nineties? We've met at the Dairy Queen that was across the daycare I've been working at, and I told you I was hoping to be the mayor, and you said that that would be a wonderful idea for me to do. So after somebody else came and took over my spot, I went off to the town hall, and was able to become mayor of this fine town." Mayor Hatchet places his hands together, placing them up to his mouth, and took a deep breath. "But...you seriously need to try to get this guy a little more sooner than later, because if so, all of this is going to bite us all in the ass, and either an angry mob will angrily attack the town hall, or...they will be angry at you, and have you removed from being in your detective job."

Chris looks down, a little worried when he heard that being said. He rubs the back of his neck, before looking up at the mayor again. "Then...you have my word. I promise you, that I will find this guy before Duncan, or another person is killed." Chris said, placing his hands in his pocket.

"Thank you, Detective McLean...I appreciate you trying a little harder this time." Mayor Hatchet said, before turning towards MacArthur again.

"You know, mayor...since Chris is here now, I guess it's only logical for me to go off with him so that...well...I can help him with this little mystery...if you really want me to, that is." Topher said to him, hoping to go with the detective instead of being with the mayor.

"Uh, Topher. The college told you to come work with me instead. Sorry, but rules are rules, and even you know that."

"Shit..." Topher than looks over to MacArthur. "Well, thank you for coming to tell us this, MacArthur."

"No problem, gentlemen. Now if you'll excuse me, me and Izzy have to get to some food at a random restaurant around here." MacArthur said, backing out of the town hall. Mayor Hatchet nods his head, as Chris followed MacArthur out to go his own way.

Outside, Chris watched from the steps, as MacArthur got into her own police car. Izzy was reading a book inside her car. MacArthur turns the sirens of the car on, before driving off to go somewhere else in the town. Chris shook his head as he made his way over to his own car that was parked a couple cars away from MacArthur's car.

'I'm still surprised that Izzy joined along with MacArthur on this mystery. That girl is like, the last person I imagine helping out in a situation like this.' Chris said in his thoughts, as he got into his car. 'Now that I got confirmation that all four of Duncan's friends are dead...that's pretty harsh, but I didn't fail them yet, that is if that guy is still after them instead of the rest of the town. Mayor Hatchet isn't really too thrilled with the fact that Duncan's the only one left...'

Driving through the neighborhood, Chris turns a corner, seeing Cody walking up to his own house, pulling keys out of his own pocket. Chris shook his head, as he faced the streets ahead of himself. But as he was driving, something complete came into his mind a couple seconds after he saw Cody walking on the streets. He slams his foot on the brakes, placing his own car into a complete halt.

'Wait! I heard Gwen's name mentioned in that talk back at the town hall!' Chris said in his thoughts, face turning clearly petrified.

With Gwen...

She was walking through the neighborhood, trying to clear her mind after what had happened to Trent. It was too hard for her to get him off of her mind, considering that he was just killed last night. Duncan was the only person left in the group that wasn't killed yet, and now she's really wanting vengeance now.

Walking through the neighborhood, Gwen continued to walk until she found Bridgette's house along the way. Knowing her own boyfriend was involved in the group trying to find the killer last night, Bridgette probably isn't too happy about that. Gwen took a deep breath, before walking up to the front door of the surfer girl's house, hoping she wasn't too furious about what had happened.

By the sound of Bridgette shouting for the person to come in, and that the door was unlocked. Walking inside the house, Gwen noticed that Bridgette was nowhere in the downstairs, so she went upstairs, where Bridgette was. Gwen walked up to the surfer girl's bedroom, seeing that she saw that Bridgette was busy on her laptop.

As Gwen knew right off the bat, Bridgette was not happy to see her. Gwen finally said something in hopes of lightening the mood. "You know, considering there's a killer out there, it's more safer to keep the door lock. You don't want to say that the door's unlocked right off the bat." Gwen said, trying to be casual with her. Bridgette closes her laptop, than stood up from the desk.

"More like...you know, you have some nerve coming to my house. After all I have heard about last night!" Bridgette said, sounding bitter. "I was going to let this go, but now that I'm hearing that Geoff was involved in you and your buddies going around the neighborhood trying to take down this guy! This is crossing a line that I really don't like, and you know it!" Gwen stood there silently, as Bridgette walked up to the goth, crossing her arms, still holding her glare on her. Gwen finally spoke up, as Bridgette stopped in front of her.

"I had a bad feeling you'd be furious with me after you heard about that. But you really don't understand the whole..."

"I understand everything! But the fact that you'd go and allow my boyfriend to be endangered like that, I am..." Bridgette slowly stopped her glare, before groaning in annoyance and anger, feeling like everything in her own life is falling completely apart right now. "...Jesus Christ, I just wish I can go through one day without having hear another problem that's going on in my life..." Bridgette slaps her own hand on her forehead, as she walked over to the window. Gwen frowns, before finally speaking.

"Look...I'm sorry that...Geoff was involved, but...you don't know the whole story, Bridgette. Because..." Gwen lowers her head, getting just as annoyed as the surfer was. However, Gwen managed to calm herself down, before she could be able to lose her mind with the blonde girl. "Look...if I can make it up to you, can I bring you to...Dairy Queen or something? Because I feel like it's the best that I can do...also...because I skipped breakfast."

Bridgette moves away from the window, taking a deep breath, before turning around to the goth behind her. "I...I guess...I think everyone in town's been pretty angry, or sad, or stressed lately...so I feel like it's only fair to hear your side of things..." Gwen nods.

"Thank you." The two girls walked out of the room, and headed off so that the two of them could get something to eat.