The Ghostface killers had struck again. Dewey was called to the scene immediately. He stood with a couple of other officers, surveying the mess. It was a chaotic crime scene, as always. Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed a news van pulling up. A reporter was stepping out, clearly ready to cover the story. Dewey couldn’t help but feel a bit annoyed; these types always showed up at the worst times. He walked over to the person exiting the vehicle.

“Excuse me? You can’t be here.” He spoke approaching the person who exit the van with some lousy looking camera man.