ʙᴀᴅ ʙʟᴏᴏᴅ|| JJ maybank

03 ɪᴍ sᴏʀʀʏ

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third person pov :

The pogues sat on a wooden bench with one of their friends from school.

"who's that?" john b asks as he watches a dead body being pulled away on a stretcher.

"that's scooter grubs, he was out during the storm" the blond girl replied. "check out this pic I got" "dead bodyyy" the girl say as she passes her phone around.

"what kind of boat did he have?" jj asks when the phone reaches pope.

"somehow, that dirtbag copped a brand-new Grady white. everyones out looking for it" she says taking her phone back.

jess was sitting on the floor next to the bench.A grady white. That's the boat that they found.

when she heard that the boat was a grady white she looked up at her brother. he had the same expression as she did.

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kie and jess were sitting on the couch. JJ was sitting on an old broken recliner, opening and closing his lighter and john b was standing at the window flipping an empty beer bottle.

"okay... so... um, we didn't see anything and we don't know anything. we need to have total and complete amnesia" pope said rushing through the door then pacing up and down the porch and then sitting next to the girls.

"actually, popes right. for once, see I agree with you sometimes" jj say standing up, still fiddling with his lighter. "deny, deny, deny"

"guys we can't keep that money!" kie says.

"okay. not all of us can afford unlimited data plans, kiara" jj says starting an argument.

"we have to pass that off to lana grubs, otherwise it's bad karma"

"bad karma to be implicated in a felony, too" pope says. "we gotta go dark"

"If that means we get to keep the money, I agree" jj say as he walks over to john b.

"I don't agree" john b says walking over to the broken recliner jj was sitting on earlier.

"what why" jj say sounding offended.

"this is scooter grubs we're talking about, same dude that was buying individual cigarettes at the porthole"

"yeah, once I saw that guy begging for change in a save-a-lot parking lot because he needed gas. I'd say he never had more than 40 bucks in his pocket and now he has a grady white" jess says backing up her brother.

"exactly" john b points at his sister.

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"alright just think about it pope, how does a marina rat get a grady white" john b asks his friend.

"Prostitution" pope answers.

john b throws his eyes up to heaven at popes answer.

"no, square groupers bro. okay, flying under the radar, no aerial surveillance. They don't do that stuff during a hurricane. What does that mean. JJ?"

"They're straight smugglin" jj answers.

"Smugglin" john b repeats.

"and I guarantee there is a serious amount of contraband in that wreck"

"hell yeah!" jess shouts as she pulls up a fish she just caught.

"fish on"

"for the record if that is a smuggling ship with illegal contraband on the inside of it, it probably belongs to someone else" pope says who is now sitting in john bs room with the other pogues.