Steve Harrington Billy Stranger Things Novels & Stories

Anthony gave a cold snort and waved a hand, and two bodyguards immediately moved up to block the box's exit. He took half a step forward, looking me over from on high. "Layla, you're the one who stole family secrets back then, and when you got caught you tried to flip it around and blame us. If we hadn't been merciful, do you think you'd still be alive today?"

“I should have known. Always the consummate professional.” “Old habits die hard I suppose.” I reply with a grin. “Just so you are aware, the crime scene belongs to my Boss’ personal assistant. Ms. Harris is the woman you just walked passed that looks like she has seen a ghost. The only people that have been on there are the criminal, Mr. Williams, Ally and myself. Ally is Ms. Harris’ companion. I can give you all relevant contact information for interviews later today. There is also this.” I hand him the note. “She is visibly shaken and I feel this might be why.”

Back in town, Steve drove into the parking lot of Simon’s tech team. He put off the ignition and walked straight for the elevator. As soon as the doors opened, he saw Hillary standing there, already waiting for him. “Another attack?” Steve asked. “You just need to see this.” Hillary replied. They both walked down to the lower level of the room. Zack and Viola were busy typing away at their keyboard. “Here, what do you see?” Hillary asked. Steve stared at the screen for a couple of seconds and said, “Why is the locator in so many places?”

She lowered her head and looked at the menu on the table seriously. After Zane hurried off, the door to the room was opened. A thin boy of sixteen or seventeen years old walked in while holding a notebook. “What would you like to order, miss?” The boy’s youthful voice made Sally’s hands, which was holding the menu, jolt. Abruptly, she raised her head. “Billy?” The boy in front of her was the eldest son of Shawn Summers and Jane Lindell whom she had not seen for ages—Billy Summers!

It’s an awkward thing on me being worried too much to a woman whom I never met and known. “What the hell I’m doing. It’s an awkward thing on me being worried too much to a woman whom I never met and known in my life. Damn! Why would I waste my time helping a totally stranger woman.” He whispered and he stood up and was about to leave when a doctor came out from the room where the woman they helped was. “ Mr. Richard the woman you brought here is stabled now and out of danger. She is still unconscious due to the trauma she had been in her head. But don’t you worry I assure you that she will regain her consciousness within twenty four hours.” the doctor said.

Chloe asked, trying to keep her voice from shaking. "Well I'm not Marilyn Monroe anymore than you are, that's for sure." He said in an odd voice that was too deep to be coming from someone dressed like Marilyn Monroe, but it was also nasally. "We never met, I am Harry Singer. My father is George Singer, and he married Gerri West." "Veronica's brother?" Chloe asked in disbelief. "We weren't related by blood, but yes, technically she's my step-sister. Or she was my stepsister until you and your husband had her killed!" He shifted in his seat as he glared at Chloe from across the dark room.

Harrington knows my true identity. After everyone introduced themselves, we got back to our seats to continue our duty. Before going back to her desk, Tasha stopped and stared at me for a moment. “You know, you look familiar. Have we met before?” She asked and stared at me. “No, I’m sure this is the first time that I ever met you guys” I’m really sure that I have never seen her before. “Really? Oh, maybe I was wrong” Tasha said, maybe she thinks that I look like the actress Cassandra.

She saw Alexander standing in front of his company answering questions. She knew that her father's reaction would be something else. Her mom was also expecting that from him. “ I suspected this boy to be Harrington's son, and now it's evident in front of me,” Mr Sterling shouted. Now Mr Sterling knows that he is Harrington's son but doesn't know that he has something to do with his daughter. “ I hope he's not stealing things to make his company great?” “ No, Dad, he's different from his dad.” Sera saw herself answering a question she had not asked.

I told him, only to lift my voice and repeat, “No. That’s not what I’m talking about.” Canting his head to the side in confusion he watched me, waiting for me to explain. “Tell me,” I said. “The first time you saw me… Was it… Was it because you noticed a...a certain shirt I was wearing that you liked or something like that?” Wick pulled back and blinked at me in shock. “Yeah,” he answered a little suspiciously. “A Stranger Things shirt. It showed a picture of the guy who played Steve and said ‘Pretty damn good babysitter’ under that.” He squinted and tipped his head to the side. “How did you know that?”

CHAPTER 11 Bethany and I spend the next few weeks surreptitiously watching and studying Derek Johnson and his friends, trying to learn as much about them as we can. It’s still too early to have a comprehensive profile of our Herring, but we have been able to determine that—based on a number of t-shirts we have seen them wearing—they are Rob Zombie fans. We make the safe assumption they are fans of both his music and his movies. It’s a small start, but it’s a start.