♡ @serendpitous ... HANNA MARIN : “ they must really like olives . ”
it’s a fair assumption, given the exclusive contents of the trashcan. doesn’t register as anything but an offhand observation as they continue around the room, nancy keeps hands to herself and catalogues as she moves. on a broad level, everything is mentally sorted into two categories: relevant versus irrelevant, with the olives going into the latter. it stays there until she’s in the kitchen, barely big enough to turn around in. ❛ they really like gin. ❜ she corrects, idle, waiting until hanna’s closer behind her to nod towards a sink full of glasses, though someone’d clearly deemed those bottles worth taking with them. ❛ you wouldn’t use all your drinkware for the same two people, either. someone else was here. multiple someones, if i had to guess. your friend didn’t mention anyone else ? ❜
REGARDING ... NANCY DREW
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nancy’s not oblivious to the rougher edges of her work. she knows that a large part of what lets her get close enough to crack a case is her willingness to ask questions, to do whatever she needs to for answers. it’s effective, she’s never left a case unsolved, but it’s not always pretty. sometimes poking at the worst thing to ever happen to someone is the final step in what she needs, sometimes it’s nothing, and then it just feels cruel.
“ shit happens. “ / @serendpitous as hanna marin
despite the attempt at nonchalance, nancy knows she’s brought something to the surface hanna wanted hidden. this town is made up of secrets, it’s practically the foundation of rosewood, every building block made up of a truth that’s been dead and buried. some things are better left in the ground, but nancy’s job is to dig them up to judge for herself.
❛ i’m sorry about your friend, hanna. ❜ she’s no stranger to betrayal, the way it always comes from the people you’d least expect. ❛ i don’t know what’s going on in this town, but i’m going to figure it out. you’ve got my word on that. ❜
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