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board. We cannot afford to be spotted, or we will lose Lance’s daughter, if we haven’t already. We will have agents in Connecticut on the other side watching to see where the car is driven to. I’m only telling you this out of courtesy and because it seems you can’t stay out of this.” He looked at Paul. “Nothing to say Detective?”
“You do what you have to do. We’ll do what we have to do,” Paul replied.
“And what is that?” O’Connor said, raising his voice. Paul stood up and looked at Cronin then at Agent O’Connor.
“We have a murder now. It’s my case. You do what you have to do, and we’ll try and stay out of your way. But please stay out of our way .” Paul walked out as O’Connor looked at Cronin.
“That’s it. You guys have no idea what you’re doing.” Bud walked by O’Connor with a quick “Bite me” remark and walked out behind Paul. O’Connor stayed behind in Cronin’s office.
“We’re done here,” Cronin said. “For now. You find the kidnappers, we’ll find the killers. Hopefully they’ll be the same people, and we can save some tax dollars for the public.”
Paul got into the unmarked cruiser while Bud got in behind the wheel. “Where to, my partner?”
“Let’s go to Fun World, Carle Place, Long Island,” Paul said. On the way, he called Rachelle to see how she was holding up. She was home and thanked him for calling.
“Can I check on you later?” Paul asked.
“I hope you do,” Rachelle replied.
Bud and Paul got on the Long Island Expressway, then took exit 42 and arrived at Fun World within 45 minutes. They walked into the vestibule, where they saw framed posters of the movies that had featured Ghost Face as well as television shows the mask appeared in.
“Ah!” Bud said. “The famous gold Ghost Face bust.” He wanted to rub it to make a wish, but it was under glass. The receptionist called Albert and Steven Goldberg to tell them that Suffolk detectives were waiting for them. In five minutes both Goldbergs came down and invited the detectives to the conference room, where they could have some privacy. Paul explained they had a new murder on their hands and that the victim kept repeating “Ghost Face, wrinkled, zombie.” Paul added that he was aware of a new zombie version from shopping in stores, that was released a couple years before, but would they know what he meant by “wrinkled”?
Albert and Steven looked at each other and called Roger Thompson, the licensing director, and told him to bring all the versions of the Ghost Face masks down to the conference room. Thompson came down and was introduced to the detectives; then he presented the versions of the mask to them. Zombie, Scarecrow, the original famous version, and a silver wrinkled version that was called Mummy Ghost Face.
Paul picked up the wrinkled one. “Tell me about this one,” he said. Roger told him it was the newest version, currently only available at Spirit stores.
Paul said, “We have reason to believe that this version of the mask was involved in a murder last night as well as the Zombie and Scarecrow versions. It will be in the papers tomorrow. We asked them to hold off for 24 hours so we could get a head start on what’s going on.”
The Goldbergs were concerned over the information. Steven, the president, was an 86-year-old legend in the business. His son, Albert, was considered the future senior of the company and responsible for all of Halloween. Roger, as the licensing director, had been involved with the Goldbergs for the past 16 years in regard to the licensing and all the negotiations between the company and the studio responsible for the movies.
“Can we take these masks with us?” Paul asked.
“Certainly,” the elder Goldberg replied.
The detectives got back in the car, this time with Paul behind the wheel. He threw the masks on Bud’s lap as he turned the car on.
“Get the fuck away,” Bud said as he threw the masks to the back-seat. “I
“You do what you have to do. We’ll do what we have to do,” Paul replied.
“And what is that?” O’Connor said, raising his voice. Paul stood up and looked at Cronin then at Agent O’Connor.
“We have a murder now. It’s my case. You do what you have to do, and we’ll try and stay out of your way. But please stay out of our way .” Paul walked out as O’Connor looked at Cronin.
“That’s it. You guys have no idea what you’re doing.” Bud walked by O’Connor with a quick “Bite me” remark and walked out behind Paul. O’Connor stayed behind in Cronin’s office.
“We’re done here,” Cronin said. “For now. You find the kidnappers, we’ll find the killers. Hopefully they’ll be the same people, and we can save some tax dollars for the public.”
Paul got into the unmarked cruiser while Bud got in behind the wheel. “Where to, my partner?”
“Let’s go to Fun World, Carle Place, Long Island,” Paul said. On the way, he called Rachelle to see how she was holding up. She was home and thanked him for calling.
“Can I check on you later?” Paul asked.
“I hope you do,” Rachelle replied.
Bud and Paul got on the Long Island Expressway, then took exit 42 and arrived at Fun World within 45 minutes. They walked into the vestibule, where they saw framed posters of the movies that had featured Ghost Face as well as television shows the mask appeared in.
“Ah!” Bud said. “The famous gold Ghost Face bust.” He wanted to rub it to make a wish, but it was under glass. The receptionist called Albert and Steven Goldberg to tell them that Suffolk detectives were waiting for them. In five minutes both Goldbergs came down and invited the detectives to the conference room, where they could have some privacy. Paul explained they had a new murder on their hands and that the victim kept repeating “Ghost Face, wrinkled, zombie.” Paul added that he was aware of a new zombie version from shopping in stores, that was released a couple years before, but would they know what he meant by “wrinkled”?
Albert and Steven looked at each other and called Roger Thompson, the licensing director, and told him to bring all the versions of the Ghost Face masks down to the conference room. Thompson came down and was introduced to the detectives; then he presented the versions of the mask to them. Zombie, Scarecrow, the original famous version, and a silver wrinkled version that was called Mummy Ghost Face.
Paul picked up the wrinkled one. “Tell me about this one,” he said. Roger told him it was the newest version, currently only available at Spirit stores.
Paul said, “We have reason to believe that this version of the mask was involved in a murder last night as well as the Zombie and Scarecrow versions. It will be in the papers tomorrow. We asked them to hold off for 24 hours so we could get a head start on what’s going on.”
The Goldbergs were concerned over the information. Steven, the president, was an 86-year-old legend in the business. His son, Albert, was considered the future senior of the company and responsible for all of Halloween. Roger, as the licensing director, had been involved with the Goldbergs for the past 16 years in regard to the licensing and all the negotiations between the company and the studio responsible for the movies.
“Can we take these masks with us?” Paul asked.
“Certainly,” the elder Goldberg replied.
The detectives got back in the car, this time with Paul behind the wheel. He threw the masks on Bud’s lap as he turned the car on.
“Get the fuck away,” Bud said as he threw the masks to the back-seat. “I
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