[rewritting]
❛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...
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HE OPENED THE CAR DOOR AND sat down tiredly in front of the steering wheel, letting out an audible sign. He rolled down the windows to freshen up, carrying in his chest the desire to keep breathing fresh air. Although the sky was clear and the sun was bright, the wind was freezing him. The fall weather was sometimes strange, unpredictable.
Steve adjusted the blue leather jacket over his black polo shirt and threw his sunglasses on the seat next to him. He had already interviewed some of the cabin owners in the area, and even talked to a few farmers. He'd also been to a tavern farther away, where some of the hunters who spent their days in the forests of Hawkins usually hung out. But nothing. No one had been there that night, and those who had been nearby hadn't heard or seen anything out of the ordinary. Rory had vanished without a trace.
In the morning, he even called some people who had been at his Halloween party, and Carol was the only one who told her that she had seen Rory leave his house in a hurry and walk down the street, but she hadn't seen exactly where she went. But it was enough to confirm that she went into the woods on purpose.
He could also interview half of the Hawkins High students who were at his party, looking for additional information about what happened, but the truth was that he didn't go to school that day. He had more important things to do. And all time was precious. And even if he had gone to school, it would have been as if he hadn't, because he wouldn't have been able to stop thinking about what could be happenning to Aurora at that moment.
His nervous thoughts were interrupted. In the distance, he saw a figure with red hair fluttering in the sun, gliding along the pavement on a skateboard. Great, Rory's little sister was passing by. Was she doing some investigating of her own, too?
"Hey, you!" Steve got out of the car and waved as he moved to the middle of the road. "Your name is Max, right?" Steve asked, remembering the conversations with Dustin, frowning and resting one hand on his hip.
She didn't seem very happy to be interrupted, but she stopped next to him anyway, showing off her skateboard skills on her feet.
"What do you want?" Boredom was written all over her face. She didn't share DNA with the Hargrove's, but she had the same intense blue eyes that could scrutinize and judge your entire soul in a matter of seconds. It seemed they all lived with anger and trust issues.
"I was just wondering if there was any news about your sister." He spoke with his eyes narrowed from the sun beating down on his face.
"No, there isn't. She didn't come home after the party on Halloween night, which was at your house by the way." He noticed a hint of judgment in her feminine voice, like a warning. Damn, was she intimidating.
