Austin can tell he’s close to the car wreck once it’s freezing enough for him to wish he had brought an extra sweater, or the puffy winter jacket he saw hanging on the back of Otter’s bedroom door. But he can’t blame himself for not thinking of it - this is unseasonably cold for September. Supernaturally cold. Austin’s teeth are chattering together so hard that his jaw is starting to ache, and he could swear that his breath is coming out from between his lips in visible puffs of air, but maybe that’s a trick of the light. The fog, though - definitely not a trick of the light, even if no one else can see it.
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austin, disturbing an active crime scene: who the hell is this shady character disturbing this active crime scene?