[hr][hr][center][h1][color=ff6600]Chloe "Tuesday" Ridgeway[/color][/h1][img]http://67.media.tumblr.com/3340885a5133b1348cfa3ce274e70eeb/tumblr_mf4uazshT01qljfy1o4_r1_250.gif[/img][hr]Location: Riley's Car (Outside the Sporting Goods Store)[/center][hr][hr]Tuesday raised an eyebrow. Whoever was behind all of the crimes, she figured they weren't a common criminal. To attack in broad day light, with dozens of witnesses, would be insane. An intelligent criminal -- a sadistic serial killer -- wouldn't be so stupid as to do that. [color=ff6600]"No one's got the balls to come and kill us in the car,"[/color] Tuesday observed. She saw Riley send a text, but she figured it was better not to question it. Most of her current friends got calls and messages they didn't want anyone to know about. She'd give Riley her privacy. 

At the sight of the hulking blonde man, Tuesday couldn't help but feel skeptical. She'd never seen the man before, and he didn't seem to be a cop. The sight of his gun, though, caused her eyes to go wide. She ran a hand through her hair, letting out a breath. [color=ff6600]"Fucking hell..."[/color] she murmured, watching as the man ran towards the Sporting Goods store. 

Aware of Cynthia's rocking and muttering, Tuesday was running out of ideas to calm her down. She couldn't exactly tell Cynthia to just calm down and smoke a joint, the remedy that usually worked among her friends. This was far too serious for that, and she knew that Cynthia probably feared going back to Shady Pines. [color=ff6600]"Marc and Tim'll catch the perv,"[/color] Tuesday promised, smiling thinly. There'd be cameras in the store, someone would have caught a glimpse of whoever propped Trent up like a fucking trophy. 

[color=ff6600]"There'll be security footage on whoever did this,"[/color] Tuesday explained. [color=ff6600]"And the blonde guy with the gun looks like he's probably spotted the perp."[/color]