¥showing a willingness to take surprisingly bold risks¥
In which Jackie Routledge and her group of friends from the south side of Outer Banks try to have the summer of their lives, but end up it being filled with mystery, tragedy, risks, adventure...
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{I Was Under Duress}
"And we were right outside, like this," JJ says, leaning against the wall of the Chateau. "And all of a sudden, Bam! Bam! Bam! Paint's flying off the wall, G. From the inside. And I'm just looking at him like—wait, first, check this out." JJ walks over to where Kie and Pope are sitting, shaking the paint out of his hair and onto the table.
"That's disgusting. Is that dandruff?" Kie asks, scrunching up her face, and I can't help but snicker.
"At that point, I thought I was gonna die," JJ continues, his voice dropping a little. "But, yeah, so you saw the guys who shot at us, right?" Pope asks, sitting up.
"Yeah," JJ pants, wiping his forehead.
"Did you get a good look at them?" Pope presses. "What do they look like?" Kie adds, looking between them. I absentmindedly start fiddling with my father's watch on my wrist, trying to keep my focus.
"Anything we could take to a police report?" Pope suggests. I shake my head before John B jumps in.
"We can't go to the cops. If we do, they'll figure out we know about the wreck, and we'll be putting Lana in even more danger," John B explains. I let out a long sigh, nodding in agreement.
"Burly," JJ answers, shifting uncomfortably.
"Burly?" Pope echoes, clearly not getting it.
"Yeah, like—like the type of guy who works at my dad's garage," JJ explains, gesturing vaguely with his hands.
"That's not exactly helpful," Kie groans, clearly frustrated.
"I can tell you with full confidence that these guys, these killers, are square groupers," JJ says, leaning against the wall and taking a drag from his blunt.
"Square groupers? Like, narco square groupers?" Pope asks, raising an eyebrow.
"Yeah, man," JJ replies, taking another hit.
"You guys need to stop thinking everything is some big kingpin operation," Kie says, shaking her head.
"Okay, so what does a square grouper look like? Specifically?" Pope presses, narrowing his eyes at JJ.
"You weren't there, bro," JJ shouts, his voice rising.
"Well, apparently you don't know what to look for," Pope shoots back, frustration creeping into his voice.
