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I drop my dirty clothes by the door, lean Bowman’s business card against the floral lamp base, and use my last shreds of energy to sink into bed.
Watch the card disappear
Inside, he snags a brown paper bag off the couch and hands it to me with a big smile. “I found you some stuff at the little store in town. Some leggings and T-shirts. I thought you might like something that’s really yours, until we find the rest?” I stare down at the bundle of cotton in the bag, and tears prickle my eyes again. I didn’t even have to ask him to take me to get my own things. He’s already on it. “Thank you, Wayne. This is amazing.”
You know what? This got me, man. I don't care if all of this turns out to be a lie. I got daddy issues man -_-
“Lola didn’t just vanish, and she didn’t run away from home. She got out of my car, and…something happened to her. Something that didn’t involve me or my car. Lola’s story doesn’t end at this boat launch, and neither should your investigation.”
He slips into a deadpan cop face. “Why’d she walk home, Drew? What made her get out of your car?” My epic stupidity. But I don’t say that. “Do me a favor—don’t talk to me again without my dads or my lawyer. If I’m your last real suspect, act like it. Talking to a minor without a guardian or legal representation is illegal, right? Then again, you’ve never been good at your job before, so why start now?”
Offff burn!
“I know. And if she didn’t run away, and I didn’t hurt her, then someone took her. Someone who’s keeping her from calling home.”
Or you know... you guys ever think that…she might be dead? It's a pretty good conclusion to come to
freeze, and my already racing heart flies into my throat. I’m half expecting Roane or Savannah to come barreling in at the noise, handcuffs ready. But the front desk is still empty. Half a second later Autumn wails, “I’m on my fucking period, what do you want from me?” and bursts into tears. I’m good for a few minutes. Hell, she could keep him occupied until the end of his shift if she really wanted to.
Ahahahhahahahah i like this book. It's fun
I hear a thump against the side of the house. I pause to listen and hear it again a few seconds later. Maybe firewood tumbling against the siding? Honestly, I’m too tired to care. All I can think about is taking a nap.
Oh honey, that's good old Ben going down by the hands of your so called father
I’m supposed to be a shut-in, I get it. Mary never leaves the house, but if that’s true, why do I feel like I’d rather burn this cabin to the ground than sit on that couch and watch another season of Schitt’s Creek? Nothing against the Roses, I’d die for Moira, but I’d also kill to get the hell out of here.
Cuz you're not Mary
He crumples the flier and throws it at me. I catch it against my chest and gape at him. I literally hand him a lead, and he throws it aside? Sure, be mad about last night. Whatever. Arrest me. I don’t even care. But don’t throw out viable information because you don’t like who it came from. “Roane, please. You need to talk with this woman. I’m begging you.” He reaches forward, and for a second I think he’s going to press play on my phone, listen to Meredith tell her story again, but I’m wrong. Instead, he throws it across the room. It hits the door and falls, clattering to the carpet with a
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Bruh! Im gonna fucking commit a felony beating this cop in the ass! Where the fuck did all his training go? All he cares about is his fucking ego
The flier said he went missing on his afternoon walk, not later that night. During. Which means he disappeared between talking with us and returning to his house next door. Once again, Wayne lied. And immediately made plans to leave… I really shouldn’t have let Bowman leave. I automatically turn to my nightstand, looking for his business card. It’s gone. Maybe everything isn’t okay. Maybe it never was.
Dude this is sooo good. But I need to sleep, It's 2 in the morning and I have to get up in 4 hours T_T
