Her sister was fourteen at the    
time, and Rhonda was only thirteen, but
now her sister would be fifteen, if she
was still alive, and that was a really 
big if.                                
     One of the weird things she did,  
and still does, was to always wear the 
same exact schoolgirl uniform her sis- 
ter was wearing the night she          
disappeared.                           
     “Her name is Stephanie, but I call
her Steph, and you have to help me find
her,” was the first thing she said,    
when she first joined our group, just  
barged right in really. She was pushy, 
and I didn't like that, or her, right  
from the start.                        
     That was six months ago, and since
then she’s told us everything about her
sister's case that she knew or assumed.
*      She also explained why she always   
wore that same outfit everywhere.      
     The only time she ever cried was  
that first day when she explained how  
much she missed her sister. Her tough  
act dropped away, and I could see the  
scared little girl that was hiding     
underneath it.                         
     That's why, even though she was my
pretend arch-enemy, and a general pain 
in the ass, I let her slide a lot more 
than I really should have, and also be-
cause she was a whiz at hacking.       
     She was able to get a hold of doc-
uments from our police department, and 
from all over the world, including the 
FBI and Interpol, that were supposed to
be impossible to get.                  



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