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"Good news for residents of Outerbanks. Diminion power says their underwater transmission line, which will restore power to 90% of the area... should be functioning within 24 hours."
"And still, no arrest in the shootings death of sheriff Susan Peterkin. The state police have issued a statement regarding a local person of interest, a juvenile from-" The radio was then quickly shut off by Kiara.
We were parked in front of an abandoned house, trying to stay on the low. I was cuddled into JJ's hip while his hand was relaxed on my thigh.
"Let's game this out. Maybe you guys can help, being the smart ones and all." JJ spoke up while I stroked his shoulder.
"Who are the cops going to believe? Ward Cameron or us?" JJ whispered. "Hard question. Ward Cameron? Did I... get it right?" I whispered back.
"Most definitely."
"So, the accuser is a bigshot developer, kind of lord of the island, got the governor on speed dial kind of person, and the accused...is John b."
"Who is pretty much a homeless 16- year old boy at the moment." JJ kept going, while he brought his hands up to his head to fix his red hat.
"Thanks."
"Shit." I heard Pope randomly huff out in frustration. "Okay, man. Yucatán, all right? I'm saying that's the only option. What other option do we have?" JJ asked while I rolled my eyes.
"Why Mexico? Remember what I told you the other day about crossing the entire United States?" I asked, referring to us laying on our surfboards while we watched our friends surf.
"But still. Have you ever even been to Dominican Republic?" JJ asked, with a bratty face. "Have you ever been to Yucatan?" I returned the question, watching him heavily shut his bright blue eyes.
"Guys enough with the Mexico and Dominican Republic bullshit, alright? Sarah's gonna bail me out." John b mumbled, in frustration.
"She did witness the whole thing," Kiara spoke up while JJ placed a long blunt in his mouth. "Thank you." John b whispered.
"This early, Jay?" I lightly giggled, about to snatch the blunt out of his mouth before he quickly pushed my hand again.
"The worlds going to shit so who cares," he replied with a laugh, clicking open his silver lighter and lighting the tip of his blunt.
