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Soon enough Kie and Pope emerge around the corner of the house, both walking shamefully with their heads down.

Damn it.

I roll my eyes and begin to stand up, knowing that this night was gonna be an awkward one.

"Okay, so, what's the plan?" JJ asks, clearly trying to diffuse the tension.

Everyone looks at me with expectant eyes.

"Don't look at me, I didn't think this far ahead." I say, shrugging my shoulders.

"Seriously?" Kie questions.

"So it was just break into the Cameron's house and go from there?" JJ says.

"Hey, my mind was pre-occupied with other things, alright? It was last minute thinking." I defend myself.

"You always do this." JJ rolls his eyes.

"Um, what's that supposed to mean?" I ask with an attitude.

"You just dive in head first, and never think of the consequences." JJ shrugs his shoulders.

Uh, ouch? He does the exact same thing!

"And as if you don't do that." I say back.

"I don't!" He shouts defensively.

"You definitely do!"

"Name one time I've done that."

"I can name several."

"Go on."

"Taking the fall for Pope, when you robbed a drug dealer, holding Topper at gun point. Must I continue?" I lift a finger each time I say some stupid shit he's done.

"Yeah, yeah, okay. Whatever." JJ turns his head, refusing to look in my direction.

"Okay, that was entertaining and all, but what do we do?" Pope blurts, finally saying something.

"I have an idea." Kie says.

•••

We knock lightly on a window.

"Are you sure this is her room?" I ask Kie as I pick a leaf out of my hair.

"Positive."

"Like, a thousand percent positive? I'm not in the mood to get murdered by Rafe." I say.

"It's her room." Kie says one more time.

Confirming her statement, Sarah's body comes into view from the side of the window. Her eyes light up at the sight of us, but I can still see how red and agitated they are. She's been crying. I mean, I would too if my boyfriend is wanted for fifty grand.

On second thought, maybe leaving JJ alone was a bad idea.

"Kie? Zia?" I see her mouth move, and can faintly hear her words through the window.

Sarah rushes over to the window and attempts to lift it up, but fails. Kie and I try to help, but it's locked.

We give up, and Kie takes the flier out of her pocket and unfolds it, showing it to Sarah.

It really is a decent picture of John B.

"Are you in on it?" Kie asks her, but Sarah looks like she's never seen the flier before.

"Did you think I was?" She asks.

We both shake our heads.

We hold our hands up to the glass, and Sarah places her over ours. The coldness of the glass sends a shiver down my arm.