I told you I would write more. :) Here it is:

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Randy sat alone at a table at Woodsboro's local cafe. He was supposed to meet Sid here in fifteen minutes, but he had arrived early. His house was currently full of relatives trying to help, but most of them were more bothersome than comforting. He recognized that they felt empathy and sympathy for him and his family. He recognized that they were saddened by Martha's death too. But he didn't find any reason to sit around sulking along with them. He needed to get out of there, so first thing in the morning, he called up Sid and asked her to come to breakfast with him.

"I can get you something on the house if you'd like," the waitress offered. She knew exactly who he was and exactly why he had come back into town. She was one of many who was treating him with care and being overly nice to him out of pity. This girl, Gloria, had gone to school with him, though she was a few years older than he was.

"No thanks, Gloria," Randy smiled up at her, "I'm waiting for someone; She'll be here in a few minutes."

He noticed Gloria's eyes light up, "girlfriend?" she wondered.

Randy laughed, "I wish."

"Oh," Gloria frowned, "well... Let me know if you need anything. I've got a batch of banana nut muffins that just came out of the oven."

"I guess I'll have some coffee while I wait," he decided.

Gloria smiled as though she had just won some sort of victory, "right away," she dashed off.

Randy looked across the street at a lady walking her dog. People were acting like everything was normal. Of course, to many, everything was normal. They knew a killer was at large, but no one they really cared about had died. They were content to live their lives as they normally would during the day, and go into hiding in their locked homes at night.

"That's him," Randy heard someone whisper from somewhere behind him, "Martha's brother."

"No it's not," another voice countered, "he's at university. He went with Sidney. To Windship or something."

"Windsor," the other voice sounded annoyed, "and it is him. He must have come back when he heard the news."

Randy fought the urge to turn toward the voices to see who was speaking. It was probably just high school girls in his sister's grade. He likely wouldn't know them even if he looked, so he simply ignored them. He glanced over at another table, where a teenaged couple sat together sipping cappuccinos.

"I can't believe they aren't canceling school," one of them whined, "there were two more murders last night, you know. Five people have died in the last two days."

"Actually it's just three... confirmed anyway," the other teenager spoke, "they don't know if the other two girls are actually dead. I think they did it. They want the fame that Billy and Stu got. You know it's true. I wouldn't know who either of them even are if they hadn't gone on a murdering spree. And face it, Heather and Kayla are kind of losers. They probably want attention, and they'll get it if they kill a bunch of people."

"They seemed really nice though," the other disagreed, "I bet the killer is someone who isn't even from Woodsboro. Probably just a random guy. He'll pass through town, go on his way, and we'll never even know who it as in the end."

Randy sighed to himself. He couldn't escape reality. This was all anyone wanted to talk about. He couldn't say he blamed them. Woodsboro was a pretty boring place on a normal day. This certainly gave the town something to gossip about.

He looked around some more as he continued to wait for Sidney. At the far table closest to the sidewalk sat Sheriff Jones. He was speaking very softly to a young officer who Randy didn't know. The other officer seemed distressed. The sheriff was holding her hands and whispering something. Maybe they were discussing the other police officer who was murdered last night. They were probably friends with him.

"Randy," he heard a smile in Sidney's voice. Randy looked toward the sound and watched as she walked up the sidewalk and between the clusters of tables toward him.

"Hey, Sid," Randy stood up and offered her a hug.

She hugged him back and they each sat down, "how have you been holding up, Randy?" Sidney asked with concern evident on her features.

"Totally fine, Sid," Randy assured her. He really didn't want her to be worried about him. He also kind of didn't want to talk about his sister. That's all anyone wanted to talk about to him. They all wanted to know that he was doing okay. Of course he wasn't. But nothing was going to bring her back. No amount of talking was going to make the murder of a fourteen year old girl alright. So he changed the subject, "did you hear about the cop that got killed last night?"

Sidney frowned, "yeah," she said in a small voice, "and Gale was there. The killer attacked her too."

"She alright?"Randy wondered.

"Yeah," Sidney nodded, "Dewey thinks the killer wasn't really trying to kill her. Gale was in a holding cell and the killer took the key and put it in Marcus's pocket. He could have killed her so easily, but he didn't."

They paused their conversation when Gloria returned with Randy's coffee, "here you are, sir," She spoke in an overly chipper voice, "anything for you, Miss?" She turned toward Sidney, "on the house?"

"I'll have a cup of coffee as well, thank you," Sidney smiled.

"Be right back," Gloria beamed and darted off again.

Sidney turned back toward Randy, "she's awfully cheerful today," she noted.

Randy shrugged and then jumped right back into the topic at hand, "do you think the killer is someone close to Gale? Or maybe Gale herself?" Randy raised his eyebrow, "No one else has crossed paths with this mystery killer and lived to tell the tale."

Sidney shook her head, "Gale can be ruthless sometimes, but she's not a killer."

"What about Dewey?" Randy wondered, "If anyone would be willing to kill a bunch of people, but draw the line at Gale, it would be him. I don't know that there are many people out there who would show Gale more mercy than they'd show anyone else. She doesn't necessarily come across as likable to most people."

"No, Randy," Sidney seemed almost offended, "Dewey would never hurt anyone. He's probably the nicest, most gentle person I know."

"Fair enough," Randy dropped the subject. Dewey was a plausible suspect to him, but he didn't want to upset Sidney, "whoever it is, they're getting really bold, going right into the police station and killing an officer like that. Police carry guns, you know..."

"Everyone had gone to the crime scene at the park," Sidney commented, "the killer must have known that. He or she saw an opportunity and took it. It couldn't have been Gale though. I think we can rule her out as a suspect. She was locked in the cell, and probably checked for weapons before they locked her up."

"Who do you think it is?" Randy wondered.

Sidney shrugged, "it could be anyone. Maybe it doesn't even really involve us this time. I haven't received any strange calls or anything. Have you?"

"No," Randy answered, "though I'm not usually at home, and I don't have a cell phone. If the killer's been trying to reach me, he's probably not having any luck. Probably gets my dad on the line and then just hangs up."

"Gale did report that the killer said something about "the 'Woodsboro Gang' though... He killed Martha to bring the 'gang' back into town... I would assume you would have to be a part of that, since she's your sister," Sidney noted, "whoever the killer is, they are for some reason interested in you at the very least."

Randy nodded, and was about to say something more when he was distracted by a sudden movement across the dining area. The sheriff and the younger officer he had noticed earlier stood up quite suddenly as one of their radios made an indecipherable sound. Randy never could understand how the police comprehended anything said over those grainy radios.

He and Sidney watched as the two rushed over to the police car parked along the sidewalk, turned on their siren, and sped off.

"You wanna go see what's going on?" Randy wondered as he glanced back at Sidney.

Sidney hesitated, "I don't know..."

"Come on, Sid... This stuff is important," Randy begged, "and you're the one with a car."

"It's really not our business, Randy," she disagreed.

"It kind of is," Randy noted, "if there's a killer out there who possibly has you on their radar, don't you want to stay informed?"

"This might not even be about that," Sidney frowned, "maybe there's someone speeding or something..."

"You think they're gonna drop everything, turn on their siren, and speed off like that for someone not following the speed limit?" Randy raised his eyebrow.

Sidney sighed, "alright," she finally agreed, "but we'll observe from a distance."

Randy put a few dollars down on the table. Gloria had said his coffee would be on the house, but he didn't really like accepting sympathy gifts, so he wanted to pay for it anyway, "let's go," he said, following behind Sidney as they walked toward her car.

"I hope no one else has been killed, Randy," Sidney frowned as she climbed into her car, "I just want all this to be over. Maybe they caught the killer. That would explain the rush they were in."

"I hope so too, Sid," Randy agreed. He hoped the killer had been caught and that all this could be put to rest, but he seriously doubted that was the case. This killer was smart. He successfully murdered a cop inside the police station. He wasn't going to get caught this easily. He didn't want to say this to Sidney, but it seemed to him that this was far from over.

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Alright. Since I last posted, I've written over 17,000 additional words to add to this story. I decided to write ahead a little before posting so that I could go back and change things a little if I chose to. But I've got a bunch of chapters now and am going to actually try to finish this story. I've got an ending in sight, though it's not fully mapped out in my mind just yet. Just bits and pieces of possibilities floating around. I've decided to include Randy and Sidney a bit more, and also Cotton, but Dewey and Gale are still probably going to have more chapters than they do.

I hope people are reading this, and would really appreciate reviews if anyone out there is reading. I still feel bad for leaving people hanging for three years...