Settled on her bike, the first mouthful of deep dish pepperoni had barely made it down Lou's throat when the roar of an engine tore through the silence. The road was desolate, flanked by trees and vacant farmland, and the illumination stretched barely a few yards ahead and behind her but even in pitch black, it would have been clear the car was travelling significantly over the speed limit. "Motherfucker..." She discarded the pizza and kick-started the Triumph to give chase, beaming the blue and red lights and throwing on her helmet with coordination she was sure she couldn't replicate.
She need not have bothered, with the car pulling onto the shoulder after half a mile. Any plan to be cautious in her approach was soon forgotten as she admired the ride - Chevy Camaro, at least not a car she had seen in Hawkins before and she had to suppress a sigh as her gaze fell on the California plates. Fuckin' detective material, Lou. Approaching the driver's side, she tore her gaze from the car and canted her head to view the driver. Young-ish male, unsurprisingly a new face. “”Where are you headin’ in such a hurry?”
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