the one where a sheltered kook girl joins a group of no-good pogues to try and figure out what her mother is hiding. they uncover a whole load of interconnected, twisted shit.
or ;
alex thornbury knew that her mother was hiding something. she just...
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THE SUNSET OVERHEAD was a beautiful purple-pink, but none of the four teens noticed it, too focused on getting inside the police station as quickly as possible.
Without a word, they slipped into Shoupe's office, JJ taking the gun out of his back pocket, tossing it onto the desk. It landed with a loud clatter, immediately yanking the Sheriff's attention away from his work on his computer.
Shoupe slowly lifted his eyes from the weapon up to the kids standing before him. "What's this?"
Alex leans against the back wall, knees throbbing from being scraped on the pavement, dried blood on her skin. JJ and Pope's clothes were still half-wet from the deep water, sticking to their legs with algae and dirt. Kiara was in the worst shape of them all ━━ covered in a thick layer of grime and sewage, her hair thrown up in a frizzy bun, some damp strands clinging to her neck and face. They must be quite the sight.
Taking a deep breath, Kiara responded, "What do you think it is?"
"So," Shoupe taps the weapon with a finger. "Y'all are telling me this is the firearm Rafe Cameron killed Peterkin with?"
