"The course of true love never did run smooth." ~ William Shakespeare
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Kailani Hummel, an innocent small-town genderfluid teenager, gets sucked into a world that seems like only they can navigate in an attempt to save everyone they love. Will Qu...
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A/N: Future chapter! As always I'm sorry for mistakes. 😂👀
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"Why were you in Smithstown on Friday?" Agent Clay Bennett asked, tone stern and forceful, hovering just beside where Hunter Ryan sulked in the interrogation room, towering over the man in hopes of intimidating him.
Which for the most part had gained them enough annoyance to get the ball rolling after a few minutes of silence.
Agent Hallie Monroe watched from across the table as Hunter's body language continued to express his irritation with the two detectives. He had continued to be frustrated with not only them, but other members of their unit ever since Finn Hudson had gifted him with a -- fantastic -- right hook to his scruffy jaw, which was already forming a bruise.
"Like I said." Hunter spat, glaring down at the tabletop rather than meeting either of the detectives eyes. "I was visiting my girlfriend."
"I thought you said Uno lives in Brooklyn." Clay asked, lowering himself down on the top of the silver metal table and chuckling. "You sure it didn't have to do with a pretty little girl that might live in the area?"
"Oh, fuck off, bastard!" Hunter snapped, eyes raising to glare at Clay for a moment, before dropping back down with a hastily shove of his hands into his pockets, grinding his teeth. "I'm no child molester. You've got the wrong guy."
"Well, you got us fooled. You fit the profile." Clay picked up the thick file labeled Hunter Ryan on the table and flipped open the top, shifting through the man's file with a slight smirk. "I mean, you had no problem going to Redwood Elementary every day during recess for almost an entire year until a teacher reported you."
"So? That's not illgal." Hunter chuckled, shaking his head. "I like kids. You got nothing on me. I was being friendly."
"So, the little gifts you gave Juniper Fabray-Seong were just to be nice? Nothing else?" Clay asked, dropping a few photos down on the table of a blue ball, stuffed dogs, and other small toys. He pushed each one into Hunter's view, leaning towards him. "How about Vaughn Fabray at Yorkville Elementary? You seem to have a type going."
