𝐒𝐄𝐗 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐌𝐘 𝐄𝐗, ˢᵃʳᵃʰ ᶜᵃᵐᵉʳᵒⁿ

vii. motel or meth lab

EMMA WAS ON JJ's back as he and the rest of The Pouges walked up the dock and made their way toward the people who were crowding around an information center that was set up to help people after the hurricane. "Alright." JJ said, setting the girl down. "We'll be right back." He left with John B, they were going to report the crash in hopes of a reward.

"Think they'll pull it off?" Pope asked Kie, who looked up and shrugged.

"Hopefully."

Emma smirked. "JJ's a con-artist, of course they'll pull something off." She watched the boys as they waited to speak with someone. Her brother knew a thing or two as well but from the looks of how busy the place was, they weren't gonna get the chance to do much. Emma felt slightly disappointed when they were walking back empty handed, except JJ, twirling a pen with his fingers. The girl rolled her eyes and grabbed it from him. "What's your master plan now?"

John B lifted up the motel key. "I think I know how we're gonna find the guy who owns that boat." He simply suggested.

Pope shook his head. "We don't know whose room that is. It could be anyone." He told John B.

JJ took the key from his friend and tossed them to Kie.

"I'm in." She announced as she caught it. Pope looked over at her disapprovingly. "Come on. We'll be look out."

"Don't be such a downer, Pope. No one likes a bad downer." Emma smiled at him.

"What the hell is a good downer?"

Emma chuckled a bit. "Molly." She made her way down the dock, slinging an arm around Kie as the boys followed after them.

"Finder's fee." John B reminded Pope. "Just sayin'. And hey, at least you'll only be an accomplice."

Pope rolled his eyes. "Man." He groaned.

"Come on bubba." John B called.

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The boat pulled up to a disheveled motel, there was trash in the water and all over the property, a couple mattresses even. JJ whistled, taking in the sight of the building. "I thought The Chateau looked bad."

Emma scoffed, fake offense on her face. "Excuse me?" JJ looked down at her and smiled, a smile of her own forming.

"This place is a shit show."

"Motel or meth lab?" Kie asked.

Pope shook his head. "You be the judge."

"Doesn't look like the kinda place someone with a Grady-White would stay." John B observed.

"No, looks like a place someone with a Grady-White would get killed." Pope said as they got closer.

"Here we go." JJ lifted his hand in front of his to pretend as if he was speaking over an intercom system. "This is your captain speaking. HMS Pouge comin' in for landing." Emma smiled a bit, rolling her eyes and shaking her head. JJ hopped off the boat and onto the bank, tying the boat off.

"We good?" John B asked JJ.

He nodded. "Yep, we're good."

"Here goes nothing." John B made his way to the front of the boat when Pope stopped him.

"Hey."

"Yeah?" John B turned back.

Pope nodded to JJ. "Don't let him do anything stupid."

"Oh, we will." JJ smiled at the boy.

"I'm not making any promises." John B told Pope who nodded.