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Finally, there was something Stevie could do that Maris could not.
Real girl
“Why do you know how to pick locks?” he asked. “Because there are a lot of tutorials online.” “That’s how,” he said. “Why?” “Who doesn’t want to know how to pick a lock? It only took a few hours. Buy a lock for five bucks . . .” “Still not why.” “Because they do it on TV,” Stevie finally said. “It seems like a good thing to know. I like detectives, okay? We all have our hobbies.” “Remind me not to get on your bad side,” Nate said.
“Stevie, I wouldn’t . . .”
Aww
Dottie had been here. This is where they found her Sherlock Holmes book. Albert Ellingham had come right through that stout door. He’d been struck and fallen to the floor. Here? On this spot? Had the money been counted here? Was this where it all started to go so very wrong?
Case notes
It was possible; most things are possible. It wasn’t likely, though.
But some things don’t stay buried—not tunnels, not secrets. Truly Devious was not immune.
Case notes
On April 8, 1936, a letter arrived at the Burlington, Vermont, office of Albert Ellingham.
Case notes
Look! A riddle! Time for fun! Should we use a rope or gun? Knives are sharp and gleam so pretty Poison’s slow, which is a pity Fire is festive, drowning’s slow Hanging’s a ropy way to go A broken head, a nasty fall A car colliding with a wall Bombs make a very jolly noise Such ways to punish naughty boys! What shall we use? We can’t decide. Just like you cannot run or hide. Ha ha. Truly, Devious
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Was this really going to happen? The last foot of space between them was rapidly closed up, and David pressed his lips to hers.
NO HES A DICK DUDE
That was something they taught you in anxiety therapy—the thoughts may come, but you don’t have to chase them all.
Hayes. That had really happened. He had actually died. Hayes had died, and they had found his body. And, in response, she had come back and made out with David.
Yeah girl. U did.
Her eyes were bright red and swollen. She dropped down on the sofa next to David, curled into a ball, and put her head on his lap. He absently set a hand on her mess of matted hair.
Playerrrr
You have to take things as they are, not how you hear they’re supposed to be.”
Detective Agiter was a carefully curated palette of neutrals. She had long, elegant hands. Her dark hair was swept tight across her head into a bun, not a single strand out of place. Stevie most admired her shoes, which were utterly nondescript black flats. There was a studied stillness to her face.
Detective Agiter
“What is it you would guess they were doing?” the detective said. “Making out?” Stevie said. “Something like that?” The detective half smiled and consulted her notebook.
must be used in ventilated spaces or else there is danger of hypercapnia,
DUH DUH DUH
“Jerry? I need you to pull up a record for me. The name is Janelle Franklin. I need to know the tags on her pass on Thursday evening.”
Janelles in troubleee
This was when Stevie’s phone started ringing.
Stupid bitch bro
“Twenty years with the state police. I was a detective. You get a knack for these things.”
LARRY U WERE A DETECTIVE???
Every police detective has something they carry with them, something they see when they’re trying to go to sleep at night.
He would not stop looking at her. And not just looking.
Ugh
“I just think you get me,” she said. “I do,” he said, shrugging. “We have a limited emotional vocabulary. We’re indoor kids.”
Ugh hes so fine js kiss nate
Maybe if I suddenly became a prom-queen type. They like that.”
Ngl real
