𝐬𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧 - jj maybank

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐞 - 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲

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When they set off again on the Pogue, Bella sat on the side of the boat next to Kie with her arm wrapped around her waist and Bella's head on her shoulder as JJ spoke up ''Well that was fun. Could've warned us a little sooner''

Kiara's eyes went from JJ to Pope ''We would've but Pope was on the math team''

JJ acted surprised ''You were on the math team?''

Bella scoffed sarcastically and spoke in a joking manner ''Pope, why'd you never tell us about that?''

John B joined into the conversation but brought up a different subject ''The cops took everything like it was a crime scene''

''Did you guys find anything?'' Pope asked

Bella looked over at JJ who started speaking ''Did we find anything? No, I don't think so'' slowly pulling his arms away from behind his back one hand holding money and the other holding the gun, both of which he took from the safe ''Oh, yeah, we did''

Pope looked at the most irresponsible boy who was holding a whole ass gun.''What the hell? Why would you take that from a crime scene?''

JJ smirked ''It's better than the cops having it bro''

The siblings were laughing at the blonde boys excitement causing Kiara to turn to John B ''Are you serious?''

Bella wriggled her way out of Kiara's grip knowing that it was about to get awkward and walked over to the others.

''I'm gonna lose my merit scholarship'' Pope worried so Bella started rubbing his back reassuring him that he will be fine.

JJ wrapped his arm around the top of his back and pushed the side of the gun against the boys lips ''Hey, hey, sh, sh, sh, sh... At least you have us right?''

Bella snatched the gun from JJ's grip and started to mimic him, standing next to him posing with the gun ''Take a photo of me John B'' JJ tried to grab the gun back from the girl so she double checked that the safety was on and tucked it into the waistband of her shorts.

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After a while, the group got back to the area of the coastguard, seeing people gathered around. they sat around to see what was happening. ''Who's that?'' John B asked a blonde girl who was sitting there before they had arrived.

The girl looked fascinated ''It's Scooter Grubbs. He was out during the storm. Check out this pic I got. Dead body''

Bella had turned away not wanting to look at the picture on the phone and JJ noticed, taking her hand and interlocked their fingers.

''What kind of boat did he have?'' JJ asked

''Somehow the dirt bag copped a brand new Grady-White'' As soon as Bella heard that, she tensed up and started unconsciously squeezing JJ's hand, though he didn't mind, knowing she was most probably just feeling anxiety from the situation, he started stroking his thumb on her hand for comfort.

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Later on when they got back to the chateau, they were all sat outside on the porch. JJ sitting on one chair as Bella sat on the one next to him, resting her legs on his lap, his hands fiddling with his lighter. John B stood by the door drinking a beer and Kiara sat on the sofa.

Suddenly Pope ran through the door ''Okay. So, um... We didn't see anything. We don't know anything. We need to have total and complete amnesia'' sitting down on the sofa next to Kiara

''Actually, Pope's right for once'' JJ pointed towards Pope, lifting the girls legs off his lap and standing up ''See I agree with you sometimes. Deny, deny, deny''

Kiara looked over at JJ and Bella ''Guys we can't keep that money''

JJ instantly replied ''Okay. Not all of us can afford unlimited data plans, Kiara''

She subtly rolled her eyes ''We have to pass that off to Lana Grubbs. Otherwise it's bad karma'' disregarding the comment JJ made about her.

Bella sighed ''She's right J, you can't steal a dead guys money, it's wrong in so many ways''

Pope also agreed with the girls ''Bad karma to be implicated in a felony too.'' then continuing with what he way saying when he first walked in ''We gotta go dark''

JJ, not quite getting what they were trying to say ''If that means we get to keep the money, then I agree''

John B finally spoke up after a long time of just listening and clapped JJ's shoulder ''I don't agree''

''What? Why?'' JJ asked.

John B started ''Just think about it. This is Scooter Grubbs we're talking about. Same dude that's buying individual cigarettes at the Porthole. Shit, one time I saw this dude begging for change in a Save-A-Lot parking lot because he needed gas. We're talking about a dirt bag marina rat who's never had more than 40 bucks in his pocket, and all of a sudden, he's got a Grady-White?... Just saying''

After a while, they moved from the porch, over to the dock, John B and the two girls sitting on the wooden beams whilst the other two boys were fishing. John B continued on with his point ''All right, so think about it Pope. How does a marina rat get a Grady-White?''

''Prostitution'' Pope guessed.

John B shook his head in response ''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?'' he asks turning and pointing to the other boy.

The blonde looked over ''They were straight smuggling''

''Smuggling'' John B repeated ''And I guarantee there's a serious amount of contraband in that wreck''

The five of them then moved to John B's bedroom, Pope and Bella sitting on his bed, Kiara on a chair and John B and JJ each sitting on a windowsill.

Pope flicked through the stolen money which was in his hands after taking it from Bella ''For the record, if that is a smuggling ship with illegal contraband on the inside of it... it probably belongs to somebody else''

''Minor details'' Kiara's voice laced with sarcasm.

Pope continued ''They could come looking for it. Taking it would be catastrophically stupid''

JJ leaned forward and took the money out of Popes hand ''Right. Well, stupid things have good outcomes all the time. All we need to do is figure out a way to get into the cargo hold of that wreck. Until then , we just lay low. Act normal''

''Right, and how exactly do we do that?''

''Kegger?'' Kie suggested.