Ophelia's dirty blonde curls bounced on and off her shoulders as she turned the wheel,

unsuccessfully attempting to maneuver the old pickup truck around a pothole.

Nice one, I said, rolling my eyes.

She turned to me, bawling her fist close to her chest, before reaching over to

punch my arm. Shut up, dipshit. He don't even know how to drive. Whatever, I hoved, turning my body

towards the passenger window. She was only a year and a half older than me, but my sister never missed

an opportunity to remind me of it.

I read the billboard for what was probably the hundredth time as it faded out of view.

Have you seen this girl?

I turned away from the window and looked at Ophelia.

Where do you think she went?

Ophelia glanced at me before returning her eyes to the road.

That girl from school?

She shrugged her shoulders.

Who knows?

I tapped my index finger on the door.

Don't you think it's weird they never found a body?

The light grew dim as she pulled the truck onto our gravel road,

which was nestled under the shadows of ancient trees.

Sure. I guess it's kind of strange.

You want to solve the crime, Detective Dip shit?

She wound up to hit me again, but I leaned forward this time, feeling the whoosh of her

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