❛𝐖𝐑𝐀𝐏 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐒 𝐀𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃 𝐌𝐄 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐄 𝐈 𝐃𝐑𝐎𝐖𝐍 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐎 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐎𝐒!❜
⸻ in which Rory Hargrove is obsessed to uncover
the truth behind Barbara Holland's disappearance, while
facing her brother's enemy and buried se...
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THE STOP AFTER SCHOOL that day was at the police station. Apparently, no one knew anything about Barbara, and it couldn't stay that way.
Maybe it was her thirst for justice that wouldn't let her sit still, or maybe it was her instincts that warned her that something strange was going on in this town and no one wanted to know, or no one was going to get off their ass to solve it.
Rory threw a coat over her shoulders and popped a piece of gum into her mouth. She entered the office and walked over to the counter, leaning her elbows against it.
The smell of coffee and the sound of the typewriter and printer working filled the place, which looked more like an office full of messy desks.
"Good afternoon. I'm here to see Chief Jim Hopper." Hargrove spoke as calmly as if he were ordering a latte macchiato at Starbucks.
She had seen his name mentioned in various newspapers in the 1980s, and he had also been in charge of the Byers case, so there was no one better to answer a few questions.
A woman in her sixties sitting behind the counter, whose name on the table was Florence, swung her chair around and looked at her over the glasses perched on the tip of her nose.
"He's not here. He's out doing some business at Merrill's pumpkin patch and won't be back for a while." She replied, her eyes fixed on the paperwork in front of her.
"What about tomorrow morning?"
"Tomorrow morning, forget it, you won't be able to talk to him. His mornings are for coffee and contemplation." Flo spoke dismissively, apparently she knew the piece well and was confident enough to do so. One of the policemen sitting nearby scoffed a little.
Rory sniffed audibly as she chewed gum. "Okay, thanks for your help."
She prepared to turn around and leave, but one of the other policemen inside, Officer Callahan, as his badge said, asked her if there was anything they could help her with.
"Um, I don't think so. I think only the Chief can give me an accurate answer. But thanks anyway."
Now she turned around and hurried off on her bicycle, on which she had already ridden several kilometers and on which she would ride even more. Now she had to find out where the pumpkin patch was.
