[hr][hr][center][h1][color=ff6600]Chloe "Tuesday" Ridgeway[/color][/h1][img]http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_mcw58ouBd91qhz1edo1_r2_500.gif[/img][hr]Location: Funnel Cake Stand (Carnival at the Park)[/center][hr][hr]Chloe tried her best not to raise an eyebrow at Chris' attitude. He had been quiet in high school, but she couldn't recall him ever being so moody. They would have called him Moody Malone if he had been, she suspected, but listened to the start of what could easily have been a much longer rant. But at the same time, she understood him. Reporters sometimes tracked her down, begging to talk about her sister and her drug addiction. It wasn't a fun time. Everyone just cared about getting their five seconds of fame--and an exposé on the rockstar Riley Ridgeway? That was camera gold. 

[i]Oh...Oh fuck me[/i], Tuesday thought, her face not revealing the gruesome conclusion she had just come to. It wasn't a reaction someone would normally have, in the midst of this blood and death, to want to go interview the "insane former suspect." Cynthia had been dreadfully afraid that the murderer would come to silence her if she spoke. She had gone about stars, stars, stars. Like [i] movie[/i] stars. And then, hadn't she said something about bologna earlier? It had been a hint, a clue. 

Chris Maloney was the serial killer. He was the one that murdered all of their classmates. She didn't have much more than a hunch, but a hunch was enough. Thankful for her improved deceptive skills, Tuesday nodded at Chris, smiling a bit. [color=ff6600]"Yeah, sure thing,"[/color] Tuesday replied, pulling out her phone. [color=ff6600]"This'll take a sec, I'm pretty sure she's up for an interview. Crazy little thing, probably loves the camera, you know?"[/color]

[center][b]To: Marc Tinder[/b]
[i][color=ff6600]I caught your murderer. You're welcome. Carnival. Don't be late.[/color][/i][/center]
Shutting her phone, Tuesday smiled at Chris again. [color=ff6600]"So what else have you been up to lately? Still making films and stuff?"[/color]