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prologue / bootleg rascal
Her summer daydream was just around the corner and Ilyshah Tūrei opted for a party of one to celebrate. Mostly to take advantage of an empty house where she could caress her soul without others creeping into it—another to show the appropriate level of grief in mourning Spencer Fishers' early send off to the coast of Italy.
Playing her own curated playlist as her toes were dipped in the bubbling waters of their hot tub in the backyard, arms wavering to the beat of Ocean Alley. She wasn't to know that a storm was coming.
John B and JJ Maybank were treading pavement through the streets of Figure Eight, blue and red lights flashed between the houses that only grew bigger and bigger as the cops surveyed on their hunt for the two Pogues. Vaulting over gates, catching the attention of german shepherds along the way, their vicious barks setting off a chain reaction before they reached the outskirts of the area, and finally landed in the Tūrei residence with a thump.
Ilyshah lowered her phone from eye level, face scrunching up in hilarity at the sight. Her fingers now frozen in the bowl of corn chips she had been consuming while aimlessly scrolling through Instagram.
"What're you two doing here?" She asked in her thick, silkened Kiwi accent.
JJ raised a polite hand, beginning to climb a fence on the opposite side of the yard. "Sorry miss! We just need to get up over your fence here—"
Sirens blaring in the distance inched closer and closer to the residence, leading Ilyshah to obvious conclusions with the lift of an eyebrow. Trouble was afoot on Figure Eight, that much was certain since she rarely heard sirens.
"Ooh shit, you guys are in trou-ble," She drawled, hopping off the edge of the hot tub and calmly pointing to John B's calf. "And you know you're bleeding, right bro?" then clicked her tongue and rolled her eyes. "Come in," she gestured as JJ jumped down from the fence, following John B reluctantly through the alfresco terrace.
Glass sliding doors opened up to wide expanses, high ceilings with marble set counters, rattan light shades hanging over the breakfast bar and a huge flat screen tv spanning the wall with the fireplace crackling. It all screamed full Kook to the two Pogues standing around idly, trying their hardest not to fixate their eyes on Ilyshah clad in only a bikini.
Officer Shoupe knocked on the front door, announcing himself as John B and JJ's eyes blow wide but Ilyshah remains cool as ever, lowering her voice so only they could hear.
"Upstairs to your left is my bathroom so you can clean yourself up, I'll cover you," She pointed to the stairs. "Go."
"Holy shit dude," JJ whispered, clasping his fingers behind his head as they entered the lush ensuite off her bedroom. "It's that hot new girl. Oh, sweet baby Jesus—"
