two. the lucky compass

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━━ chapter two ━━in which the pogues search for answers about big john's compass

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━━ chapter two ━━
in which the pogues search for
answers about big john's compass

"and we were right outside, like this—" jj crouched down, explaining to marley, kie, and pope what happened when he and john b visited lana grubbs' home. "and all we hear is just: bam! bam! bam! they were knocking paint off the wall rom the inside! and i'm just like looking at them like-" he took a break from speaking, as he was breathless. "wait, first off, look at this shit—" he began to push his fingers through his hair, shaking the flakes of paint out that were in there from earlier.

"that's dandruff—" kie scrunched her nose up at him.

marley kicked him away, half-amused and half-disgusted, "okay, okay- enough with the theatrics, jj, we get it. the guys were scary."

"look at all that, alright? that's paint. and at that point i was just like- i'm waiting for death." he panted.

"okay, so you saw the guys that shot at us, right?" pope asked.

"yeah."

"did you get a good description of them? anything we can bring to a police report?"

"yeah. burly." jj replied with a nod.

"burly?"

"yeah."

"you know- that's not very helpful." kie rolled her eyes.

"like. at all."

"okay, well- like the type of guy that works at my dad's garage." the blonde shrugged. "i mean, you guys know he made cargo hides for drug smugglers. and i can tell you with full confidence, these boys, these killers—" he took a drag from his cigarette. "they're square-groupers."

"they're square-groupers, like, narco square-groupers?" pope repeated incredulously. "like pablo escobar square-grouper?"

"yeah, man." the blonde nodded.

"you guys, not everything is a kingpin movie." kie huffed.

"what do these square-groupers look like? specifically." pope asked. "because it seems like we don't know what to look for!"

"dude! you weren't there!" jj shouted. "i wasn't taking mental polaroids the entire time, man! i was under duress, okay? but i can tell you by the way that miss lana was screaming, that these guys are serious, pope."

"okay, well, why would they want the compass?"

"it's a piece of shit. you could pawn it off for five bucks if you wanted to." marley shrugged, before sending a small look to john b. "uh, no offence."

"—the office." he interrupted.

"what?"

"my dad. my dad's office." john b elaborated. "he always kept his office locked because he was worried about competitors stealing his royal merchant research." he led his friends inside of the chateau, grabbing the keys to unlock the door. "but now that he's gone... i just- kinda left it as he kept it." he finished with a shrug, turning the rusty key in the lock and pushing the door open.

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⏰ Last updated: Jun 05, 2022 ⏰

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