¥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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{Wanted}
"Okay." Pope sighs, frustrated. "Okay, alright, no." He starts to hyperventilate as he approaches the car. "Pope, can you act normal?" Kie snaps, trying to keep it together.
"So... um, bad news," Pope stammers, moving to the other side of the car, handing Kie a flyer. "The ferry's closed, and there's this."
I watch as Kie's jaw drops, her hands trembling as she looks at the paper. Pope climbs into the passenger seat, and I glance at John B.
"What is it? What's going on?" John B asks as Kie hands the flyer to JJ.
"Well, John B," JJ begins, his voice dripping with sarcasm, "this is a real charming picture of you." He holds the flyer up, and I freeze, my eyes widening as I see the words "WANTED" in bold letters over a picture of my brother.
"Okay, so the whole island's looking for John B right now," Pope mutters, running his hands through his hair in frustration. He rubs his temples as if trying to shake off the tension.
"That's a lot of money," Kie states, her voice tight, and I nod in agreement.
"Congratulations, John B. You're famous now," JJ mocks, rolling his eyes as he takes the flyer from Kie.
"Guys, we need to get to the HMS. No running lights, we need to stay off the radar," Kie says, trying to come up with a plan.
"It's at the Chateau, Kie," I inform her, and she sighs heavily, realizing the situation.
"And I wonder if the cops have the entire place staked out. Oh yeah, they definitely do," JJ replies, crossing his arms with a sharp tone.
"Yeah, copy that," Kie mutters. "Let me think. Just give me a second."
Pope demands silence as he looks around, trying to come up with a plan.
"JJ?" he asks after a long pause.
"What?" JJ shrugs.
"Does your dad still have that boat? The cigarette boat, the Phantom?" Pope asks, looking directly at JJ.
"The one he used to race?" I ask, my voice curious, and Pope nods.
"Maybe," JJ answers, clearly unsure.
"You could get up the coast no problem with that thing," Pope adds, his mind working.
"It won't be easy, Pope," JJ retorts, shaking his head. "I don't know where the keys are."
"We'll find them," Pope insists, starting the ignition, his determination evident.
