Jordan Parrish doubts the identity of the two men as soon as they set foot in the sheriff's office. They couldn't be from the FBI, or even any other police department. It wasn't in their posture or their costumes, arrogant at times, but in what they gave off. An assuredly feigned self-confidence coupled with an almost childish impatience and poorly camouflaged nervous tics. Signs fundamentally unworthy in any federal agent.
But the sheriff was not in state to take another blow, so the deputy took it upon himself, mentally swearing to himself to keep a close eye on the new arrivals, even if it meant exposing his suspicions to them.
Why would the FBI care about this anyway? And why send not one, but two of their agents? Nobody had yet warned, but could not peddle so quickly outside the city.
And that was without counting the reaction of the two young men when they heard the news. For cops claiming to know the delicate situation in which the small municipality of Beacon Hills bathed in these dark hours, their behavior was quite disconcerting. For cops, in fact, they inexorably lacked coolness.
There was also this vintage car waiting for them outside. A Chevrolet Impala, according to the inscriptions on the rear of the vehicle. What type of federal agents drove vintage cars during their working hours?
The two men entered the premises like royalty. The first, taller and beefier than a mirrored cupboard. Had succeeded in intimidating all the deputy's colleagues with a single glance. He dragged his yeti carcass to the office, daring a shy smile.
The one who followed, meanwhile, was not smiling at all. He seemed rather preoccupied, with his frowning eyebrows and a worried kid's pout.
"Hello," Had launched the yeti. "We are agents Wolstenholme and Bellamy. We are looking for Stiles Stillinski."
"That's funny, us too."
It was the turn of the big hut to frown while his compatriot raised his head quickly, like a condemned man on the electric chair.
"What?"
Why were you sent if it wasn't for that? "Stiles Stillinski has been missing for almost 36 hours."
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Family Secret
Non-FictionWhile rummaging through their late father's papers, Dean and Sam Winchester are surprised to learn that a little brother has been kept from them. The latter, who is totally unaware that he descends from a line of hunters, lives in the small town of...
