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	The night went by and while many of the former students of Grimm High School slept the terror that was ripping through the small town did not stop. In fact it seemed to kick into high gear. There was not stopping it, no hiding it. Words traveled fast through the town and come the morning's light Timothy Grayson still had not slept and now stood in front of the Sheriff's Office before the camera's and news crews. Chris Malony was there, standing behind a camera as he caught everything on tape for Grimm's Local News Station. Tim pushed back his hair before setting his hat a top his head; clearing his throat as he settled down the crowd that was gathered. 

	"Ten years ago there was a murder here in Grimm. Simone Carter was killed and we had thought that the killer had been put away but we were wrong. There is nothing we can do to make up for the wrongful conviction of Cynthia McMillan but we need to look back on that murder now to help solve the others. Valencia Grey, Atlas Sterling, Jessica Flaggstaff were all murdered and bodies found yesterday. Each one of them were connected to Simone in some way. Now, three others have appeared over the course of the night. Sanako Baim, Nesha Jackson, and Zack Brighton were found in similar manners. We first discovered Sanako's body in the News Papers Printing Room. Nesha was found at the local Cafe, and Zack was found in the Archives Room in City Hall. That is all," he said before turning around and heading back into the Sheriff's Office as shutters went off ad lights flashed and News Crews tried to get more answers. 

	Tim groaned as what he had said went out live on Local and National Television.  There was more he could have told them but he wanted to keep as much as he possibly could out of the public eye. The fact they all had been found in Dresses or Tux's worn by others on the night of prom. The way they were all strung up the same way that Simone had been. They had all been killed in the same manner. Each one was a Senior Superlative. What was even more curious now that he was hunched over his desk was that each and every crime scene had a star in the image somewhere. Painted on the walls, on the binding of a book, on a coffee cup on a desk near by. The star that was in the image of all of them together in the annual was there. 

	Leaning back he pulled out a bottle of Jim Beam and took a long hard swig before pouring some more into his coffee. It was going to be a long day and he didn't know how to make things stop. Did he just go ahead and evacuate the town? Cancel the reunion? If he did that, if the murders stopped would they still go unsolved after all this time? Why now? Was it because they all were there? Sighing he tucked the bottle of Beam back into his desk drawer. He couldn't stop the reunion, he needed it to keep people around to question. And more than that, it was the only thing going on to brighten up the town right then. The Picnic would be happening right at brunch time in the park, then that evening would be the Fair. Everyone would be there, he hoped including the murderer.