Resurface

So I guess you're wondering who called huh? Who was on the other end of the line?

Well I honestly have no idea. They didn't say their name just that they had information about the incidents. Now you're probably wondering what the incidents are. We'll get to that later. Don't worry.

Anyway, I'm currently in my car, off duty, on my way to meet this mysterious person at the Weathervane. Somewhere public, incase this gets nasty. Gotta take all the precautions. Can't be taking risks this early on.

The drive to the Weathervane is relatively short so not much to talk about in that aspect. So now I'm sitting, waiting with a hot cup of Joe, in a corner booth near the window. I'm watching to see if anyone suspicious passes by but to be honest there's nothing out of the ordinary. So I guess I'll just wait for the anonymous caller to arrive.

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Three cups of decaff coffee later, and two doughnuts consumed, finally I'm met with the caller.

"Hello. How long have you been waiting?" They say. I've gotta be honest, they aren't the person I imagined. A lot shorter and younger than expected. I feel as though I recognise them from somewhere. Now where could that be. You got any ideas?

"I've been waiting about two hours. That doesn't matter though. Please, take a seat." And they do. They sit opposite me, staring into my soul. At least that's what it feels like. They don't blink which is a little creepy. That stare I swear I know it. I can't place it though.

"So, any chance of a name? You didn't say it on the phone and I don't really want to be calling you Anonymous Caller. Feels rude." That and it is a lot of syllables. Kind of annoying for you to read that too, over and over and over and, you get the gist.

"Wednesday. Wednesday Addams and you're Sheriff Jones."

"Wednesday Addams, huh, where do I know that from. Hmmm. Of course, your one of the students from Nevermore." I knew it. The file on her from last year, the one Sheriff Galpin put together because he thought she was involved with the killings.

"Is that a problem? If it is I assure you I don't have to give you this information. I can leave. We don't need another bigot Sheriff." A reasonable and understandable question, wouldn't you say?

"Miss Addams, there's no problem. Unlike Sheriff Galpin I believe that everyone outcast or normie should have equal rights. We are all still people, one way or another and to lay blame on someone just because they are different or do not meet the standards of others, is wrong. Now what do you have for me?" Tread lightly Calliope.

"How do I know I can trust you?" I don't know how but her stare is more intense, as if she's trying to figure out what's going on in my mind. It's a little unerving to say the least.

"Well Miss Addams, I quite frankly don't know how to prove it to you. All I can say is, I'm the Sheriff, I follow the law. Anything you say right now is off the record, I can't legally use it as evidence. I can only use it to help me find evidence to prove your theory or information correct. Anything you say won't be held against you, I promise that. Something is telling me you already knew that though. You seem smart. So, is that enough?"

"For now. I suppose." Thank god she seems to relax a little. She still hasn't blinked or perhaps I just missed it. That doesn't matter, stay on track.

"Good. Now what you got?"

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We sat there for around two or three hours. Hot chocolate in the young girls hands, half drank. I listened. I asked questions. I listened again. Nothing really stood out as significant until...

"I saw the person responsible for the attacks. Down by the lake. I know who did it."

"Couldn't you have lead with that? Seriously?"

"I could have but I wouldn't of known how much you know, which apparently isn't a lot. When you don't know something you're left eyebrow raises slightly. Don't ever play poker, you'll lose. It's your tell." That smartass. She could tell what I knew by how I reacted.

"Why did you want to know how much I knew?"

"So I could figure out if the information I had was correct." Okay so she's like a miny detective. No wonder Galpin kept a close eye on her last year.

"Okay. So who is responsible?"

Just as Wednesday is about to answer, the bell above the door to the entrance chimes and takes our attention away from the conversation and towards the door itself.

Whoa. Are you seeing this? Of course you're not. Stupid me. I'll describe it.

Both I and Wednesday now have our eyes focussed on the doorway. A blonde haired, blue eyed goddess of a woman strolls in, with a baige dress, baige heels and bright red lipstick. Damn she is ethereal. And she's coming right this way.

I manage to peel my eyes away from her long enough to see Wednesday sink into the booth chair further. A look of terror on her face. She looks at me and simply states "I'll tell you next time." And with that the goddess of a woman has arrived at the booth.

"Wednesday Addams, I am disappointed in you. You're supposed to be at Nevermore. You've had staff and students running around looking for you for hours. Enid is worried sick and so are the others. Why prey tell are you in Jericho at this ungodly hour..." It was then she looked at me and continued her rant "Who is this you are with. A stranger seriously Wednesday, have you learnt nothing."

"If I may interrupt. I'm Calliope Jones, the new Sheriff. I can show you my badge if needed but I'm currently off duty and saw Miss Addams walking alone outside. I invited her to sit with me and have a drink for a while, since it's so cold outside as it's winter. I was going to drive her back to Nevermore once we had finished. I didn't want her walking back alone, since the shuttles to Nevermore had stopped. Given this towns past and current distain towards members of the outcast community, it wouldn't have been right to leave her to walk back alone. Can't trust everybody in this town."

"Is that right Wednesday?" The young Addams gave a small nod which seems to be enough for the blonde.

"Right well, thank you Sheriff Jones but I can take it from here. Oh and how rude of me. I'm Larissa Weems, Principle of Nevermore." She holds out her hand and I shake it before turning it slightly to place a chaste kiss on the back of it, before releasing it. I see her blush and her stern face falter ever so slightly before returning to a stoic one.

"Great to meet you Principle Weems and again I apologise for keeping Miss Addams out so late. We had a lot to say. The conversation didn't seem to stop."

"At least she was safe. Thank you Sheriff. Goodbye." With that Wednesday slid out the booth and Principle Weems put her hand on her holder and led her out of the Weathervane. She is magnificent.

But....

Despite all that, I got nothing. I doubt I'll being seeing Wednesday any time soon so all I have now is well, whatever Officer Crawley has. Shit! It's nine thirty, I missed my own evening briefing with the other officers. Great first impression. I guess I'll text Crawley and tell him there isn't a briefing if the others haven't figured it out already. You guys could have reminded me. I don't know how but you could have. What am I saying, no you couldn't. You can only read not respond. I apologise. With that I guess it's time to go home and get some shut eye. See you bright and early tomorrow morning.