Jason’s defensive stance relaxed. “Oh, thank God. Carrie.”
Carrie stepped out from behind the trees, faltering when Tiffany came out from behind Jason, wearing an expression that could have cut glass. Carrie forced her smile to stay put. “Tiffany! Hi! Have you two found any sign of Mikey?”
Jason shook his head. “No. We got—distracted.”
Carrie let her smile stiffen in place, letting Tiffany know she’d overheard their conversation. Tiffany didn’t have the monopoly on passive-aggressiveness. Carrie was pleased when Tiffany flushed with indignation. The perfect girl wasn’t so perfect after all.
“Tiff found something else,” Jason said hurriedly, likely sensing the tension. “A motorboat. We were hoping to take it to find help, but there’s no key or paddles or anything.”
“There was a Slasher costume in it,” Tiffany said defiantly, as if she wanted to frighten Carrie.
She was successful. Carrie gasped. “Do you think—”
“We don’t know what to think,” Jason said firmly, his glance cutting to Tiffany. He obviously didn’t want to upset her.
Carrie tried to quell her thudding heartbeat. They’d found a Slasher costume. She was afraid of what that meant. “What did you do with it?”
“Left it and got the fuck out of there! Do you think we’d want to stick around?” Tiffany said.
Jason extended a placating hand toward Tiffany. She fell quiet, crossing her arms with a scowl. He nodded at the bread knife Freddy had taken from the kitchen. “Where’s Freddy?”
The knife was near-useless, just like Freddy. But clutching something in her hand helped Carrie keep calm and tell her story. “He got scared and bailed on me.”
“Typical,” muttered Tiffany, as if she wouldn’t have done the same.
“But I found him back at the cabin, and he was acting funny.”
Jason raised an eyebrow. “Funnier than usual?”
Carrie forged on, convinced he was going to laugh at her. “He was hiding under a car. And he had blood all over his shirt.”
“Freddy?” Jason said in disbelief.
“It’s been four years and he’s been stuck in Cedar Lake, doing nothing but drugs and watchingSlasherand writing a screenplay no one’s seen. And he had a mask in his van. Who knows what might be going on in his head.” The words tumbled out breathlessly, and then she covered her face in her hands. “Oh my gosh, now that I’ve said it out loud I can hear how dumb it sounds. But it made sense at the time. I freaked out and ran.”
“Itisdumb.” Tiffany’s eyes narrowed. “It’s Ranger Russ we have to be afraid of. Or—or maybe it’s you! Maybeyoukilled Freddy and you’re trying to lure us back to the cabin so you can kill us, too!”
Carrie’s jaw dropped at the audacity of her accusation. The idea was as outrageous as Freddy being a killer. Jason closed his eyes and rubbed his temples like he felt a headache coming on. Carrie was thankful for that gesture of exasperation. He saw as clearly as she did that Tiffany was trying to undermine his opinion of her.
Still, Carrie needed to stand up for herself, as she’d learned the hard way that no one else was going to come to her defense. She knew she couldn’t protest. Tiffany would only argue, and they’d waste precious time. So instead Carrie laughed, keeping her tone light, knowing it would irritate the heck out of her.
“What, with this bread knife?” Carrie waved it in the air, blade flopping in the faint light, clearly unstained. “Yes, I held him down and sawed him into toast, and I’ll do the same to you.”
Tiffany sucked her teeth in annoyance. Carrie held back a smile. Carrie 1, Tiffany 0.
Her triumph was short-lived. Tiffany spat, “This is allyourfault. Why’d you have to come back here?”
A lump formed in Carrie’s throat. When Tiffany had said,Why’d you have to come back here?she’d heard it in Mama’s voice.
Jason, thank goodness, came to her rescue. “Tiff, you’re being unfair.”
“But itisher fault. It’s her fault Mikey attacked Russ. Or if Russ isn’t out for revenge, then it’s her crazy ex. If Daniel’s stalking us, can’t we just tell him to take her back? No one wants her here, except Mikey.”
It was true. No one wanted her in Cedar Lake, not even her mother. Carrie’s legs wobbled and she clutched the flimsy bread knife as if it could give her strength. Tiffany couldn’t hurt her anymore, she told herself, although it was hard to believe at this moment.
“Tiff—” Jason warned.
“She ruins everything, Jason. You know that.”
