By the time they had followed up to the cars, they could see that they had parked along the lawn of some suburbian house, though whose house it was Vince didn't know.

But Sam did.

"Wes."

"What?"

Vince looked over at Sam, who was breathing in and out quickly as she took her seatbelt off. Vince had just barely stopped the car on the side of the street before Sam got out quickly and rushed over towards the police cars.

"Hey wait, wait!" Vince called and quickly followed after her, leaving the keys in the ignition.

There's already crime scene taped around the area with several cops standing by as Sam and Vince try to get a closer look.

An officer sees them and walks over to intercept them.

"You two can't be here, this is a crime scene," He said.

"I know the people who live there," Sam tries to say, looking from the officer and then back to the house.

And that's when the two of them see it.

A white sheet on the front lawn, and underneath was a woman whom a police officer had lifted up slightly, enough that both Vince and Sam could see who was underneath.

Judy Hicks.

"Oh shit," Vince says quietly. As he looks at the officer's face. His face tells him all to well what had happened.

"Please take a step back," The officer affirms, gently ushering them away slightly.

The officer then goes back towards the crime scene as Vince quickly pulls out his phone and begins to dial in Dewey's number.

He'll probably want to hear about this, Vince thought.

He puts the phone up to his ear and waits for a second.

It only took two rings before he got an answer.

"Vince?"

"Hey, Listen there's been another attack, at the Hicks-"

"I know that."

"What? How?"

"Cause I'm already here."

"What?"

Vince looked around wildly for him until he stopped and saw Dewey standing closeby one of the police cars, holding his phone up to his ear. He had turned and could see Vince in the distance, a sort of sad expression apparent on his face.

Vince grimaced at the sight of it, "Hey… I'm sorry man…"

He then hung up and put his phone back in his pocket as Dewey put his phone away too, going and talking to one of the officers. He looked over at Sam who was still breathing heavily as she stared down at the white sheet.

Her eyes were almost watery, though not quite as Vince without really thinking of what he was doing put his left arm around Sam's shoulder and gently pressed their sides together, pulling her into a side hug.

"Hey, It's gonna be ok," Vince said gently, rubbing his hand on Sam's arm. She looked at him, a bit of surprise and Vince looked at her. They stared at each other for a few more moments before Sam turned her head back to the crime scene and so did Vince.

It's not either of them, Vince thought, and his mind went back to what Sam had said earlier: And Judy of course would help him, she'd do anything to help cover for her son.

Jesus Christ, He knew he had hated Judy, all the way since he was a child, after all she had been one of the people who had been very much had harassed his mother growing up, though it had always been through the lens of "wanting what was best for the community."

And now she was gone, along with her son.

Her son.

Good good was that why she rushing here? Is that why all the police cars came rushing in one after the other?

Jesus Christ. He thought again. He knew he hated her, he knew he wanted her to get some payback for how she had treated him and his family.

But not like this.

Not dying with her son.

"Vince?"

A voice that Vince recognised comes from behind him, he knew who it was and yet took him a bit to turn around.

It should have been obvious to him that she would show, after all, who else would show up when there's a ghostface killer about?

Gale Weathers stood a few metres away, wearing a bright red jacket and pants and looked put together.

Vince's mouth went agape and so did Sam's as Vince.

"Oh my god," He said under his breath as he let go of Sam and began to move over to Gale.

It had been years since he'd seen Gale in years, the last time he had seen her was when she and Dewey had left Woodsboro, and he had often seen her doing groceries or in some cases during his youth, when Dewey had brought him to their house when his parents were fighting.

They hadn't talked that much but still.

"Fancy seeing you here," Vince says first, looking at her up and down. Gale sort of smiles.

"I could say the same for you. What are you doing here?"

"Heard the sirens, so I came running. You know, kinda like what you used to do."

Gale scoffed, and then finally noticed his arm.

"So you were attacked too huh?"

Vince looked down at his arm, "Yeah, well that's not really that surprising for me."

"Got any idea of whose behind this."

"Well right before this I would have thought it was Hicks. I guess not anymore…."

Gale nodded, as Vince suddenly remembered where he was for a second as he turned back to Sam who was sort of walking towards them.

"Oh yeah, this is Sa, Sam Carpenter," Vince said, gesturing to Sam who was now sort of standing next to him, "She and her sister were also attacked."

"Hi," Sam grimaced, and she and Gale shook hands.

"Hi, I'm so sorry to hear that. I'm Gale…"

Gale suddenly trailed off as her eyes had moved away from Sam and Vince, and towards something else in the distance.

Vince turned his head and followed her direction.

Dewey was in the distance walking and talking to one of the officers. Vince looked back to Gale whose gaze had softened slightly.

"Riley…" She said breathlessly, and almost immediately after the words had left her she seemed to snap out of her state and looked briefly at Vince and Sam, "Weathers," She said quickly, "Excuse me."

Before Vince or Sam could say anything, Gale had stormed towards Dewey's direction, ducking under the police tape.

"Oh, this isn't gonna end well" Vince said darkly, "The parents are fighting.

"What do you mean?"

"Well, judging by that, It's safe to say they're gonna have a lot to talk about."

Vince then sort of wraps one arm on Sam's side and sort of ushers her away with the rest of the people who by then were watching from the police tape.

"Come on, it's better to leave them to talk it out."

Sam just nodded as they both walked around the crime scene.

"So it's not Wes or Judy," Vince says after a while.

"Yeah… I guess Mindy was wrong…"

"Wrong about what?"

"She told Wes that he'd probably not be a target 'cause the killers aren't interested in the sequels."

"I guess even the niece of Randy Meeks can be wrong. Either that or she's the killer."

"Well, she also did say that it would make "perfect requel sense' that I was the killer."

"Seriously? Maybe that family is too movie-obsessed."

"Yeah…"

Sam then pulled out her phone, "I'm gonna call Richie, let him know what's happening."

"Yeah, ok," Vince nodded as Sam stepped away from him and dialled Richie's number.

Now he was alone again, as he looked around at the crowd around the crime scene. He wondered just for a moment how long Dewey would take at the crime scene, whether he could get any information from the police. Maybe then he would get some answers on who the killer was.

The Killer.

And that's when he finally noticed him.

He'd been standing a bit away from the crowd, a bit away from the police tape, whipping something out of his eyes, arms crossed.

It was Chad.

What's he doing here? He thought at first, but then of course it came to him.

Wes.

Vince let out a sigh, as he stared at Chad, it became clear what he was doing.

And maybe any other day, he would be laughing at his face.

But not today.

Vince slowly walked up in his direction, not quite sure himself what he was gonna do.

"Hey," Vince says.

Chad looks up, his eyes slightly watery as he stiffens up at the sight of Vince.

"The fuck are you doing here?"

"Saw the sirens, came here with Sam. What about you?"

"Same thing," Chad said defensively, putting his hands in his pockets, and sniffling slightly.

Vince nodded slightly, as he glanced over at the crime scene.

"Mindy's here as well. We heard the sirens passing our house and we came as soon as we could…" Chad's voice trailed off as he wiped something from his eye with his arm.

"I can't believe they got Wes…"

The corners of Vince's mouth turned down as he looked at Chad.

There was some part of him, deep down that would have wanted to laugh at Chad, to push him, for all of what he'd said at Chad's house.

But he was better than that.

He had to be.

"Yeah… I'm sorry man…"

Chad sort of looked at Vince with confusion, his eyes still watery.

"Why are you doing this?"

"What, you want me to pick on you? Here? Now? with the police here?" Vince said, gesturing to the cop cars. He let out a sigh, his body relaxing slightly "I know you hate me… but you really think I'm that much of a loser that I'd hit you at you're lowest… I'd hope that you'd have the same respect for me if I was in your shoes…"

Chad didn't say anything Chad looked at Vince's face before eventually turning back to the crime scene, not really saying anything. In his mind, Vince was trying to recall any time other than today that he and Chad had a conversation like this, that wasn't just throwing insults at each other.

And he couldn't think of anything.

"So, do you know-" Vince started, but his eyes trailed to something that was happening on the other side of the crime scene. She could see Sam talking frantically with one of the officers, and then began to bolt towards the car.

What's going on? Vince thought, and without really saying anything to Chad ran back towards where Sam was. Before he knew it Sam had already put herself in the car and turned on the engine, and sure enough he could see Dewey heading towards the car as well.

"What's happening?" Vince calls out, to Dewey who sort of stops.

He sort of looks at Vince and then to the car, and then back to Vince again, a sort of anguish almost in his eyes. He blinks and it's gone.

"Something at the hospital, I gotta go."

Vince stared at him for a second as he was about to get in.

"Wait, Dewey!"

Dewey stares at Vince as he tries to figure out his words.

"Be careful, don't do stupid shit."

Dewey stared at him for a moment as Vince swallowed, before he nodded.

"I'll take that into consideration." He smiled bitterly before he got in.

A few seconds went by and the car was off, driving down the street.

Vince stared at it for longer than he probably should of, because after a few minutes, he heard his name called again.

"Vince?"

Vince turned his head and saw it was Gale walking up to him.

"Have you seen Dewey? I really need to talk to him."

"He's gone to the hospital with Sam, not quite sure what's happening."

Gale frowned a bit and Vince noticed.

"We's gonna be fine," Vince said reassuringly, looking at her "You and him have done this hundreds of times and you manage to make it out mostly unscathed."

Gale let out a scoff, rolling her eyes a bit.

"Yeah... Probably..."

They both stared at the road for a bit, not saying much for a moment until Gale spoke up.

"I'm guessing though you have some idea of the ghostface attacks here?"

Vince stares at Gale, a bit surprised by her question.

"Come on, it's better to talk about this away from a crime scene."

Vince nodded, not sure exactly where this would go as he and Gale walked towards her car.

Neither of them knew it at the time, but that would be the last time they saw Dewey Riley alive.