⸻ ❛𝐖𝐑𝐀𝐏 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐒 𝐀𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃 𝐌𝐄 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐄 𝐈 𝐃𝐑𝐎𝐖𝐍 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐎 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐎𝐒!❜
Rory Hargrove is obsessed to uncover the truth behind Barbara Holland's disappearance, while facing her brother's enemy and buried secrets from...
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"YOU WERE LISTENING BEHIND THE DOOR?" Steve stepped forward and closed the bathroom door behind him. He didn't seem pleased.
"Not really, I was just passing by." Rory cleared her throat, trying to act normal. Placed a hand over her face in an attempt to hide the flushed cheeks from the embarrassment, nervousness, and heat.
Steve eyed her skeptically. "It didn't look like it. Theo left you alone, did he?" His sneer was practically dripping with venom.
"No," Rory replied harshly. "And Nancy? She's had enough of you, hasn't she?"
Steve turned away, his jaw clenching as his fists tightened, nails digging into his palms.
"Don't test my patience, Rory," he muttered, his voice low, like a thinly veiled warning.
She wasn't intimidated. She downed the rest of the other drink in one gulp, her gaze fixed on him. "You know what? We need to talk."
Steve also believed they needed to talk – he couldn't let her spread what she'd heard about Barb.
And there it was: Rory creating the perfect moment to extract the truth from him. However, the moment wasn't so perfect after all – she had just heard Nancy confess that they had killed Barb while drinking two cups of punch; and Steve had just heard that his girlfriend didn't love him.
There was no reason to be afraid to bring it up with Steve, even though it was an incredibly delicate topic. It shouldn't be too hard. After all, she'd been in a lab, faced the police chief—talking to him couldn't be that difficult. How badly could it possibly go?
"I'd like you to clarify something for me." She looked thoughtful as she put her hand to her chin and shifted her weight to her other leg. "Were you talking about Barb? Barbara Holland, right?"
In a sudden movement, Steve approached her and put his hand over her mouth in alarm as he looked around to see if anyone had heard her.
"Look, I have no idea what you know about this or what you've heard," he said breathlessly. "But it's certainly not what you think it is."
"What," she whispered, looking up into his dark eyes in the middle of the dimly lit corridor, "are you telling me that Nancy was lying when she said both of you killed her?"
"No, no, no, we didn't kill-" He took a deep, worried breath. "That's not true. You don't know what happened, it was..."
"An accident?"
"Rory, you don't know anything about it, so please don't make it up or spread it around, okay?"
"Uh, that's what you think. I know very well that she disappeared completely exactly one year ago; she was last seen in your party, and that nobody knows anything about her yet."
