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She knew it was a bad idea. Oh, it was so bad. But did that stop her from preceding? Absolutely not.
Maggie gave JJ his gun back, even though he had no training with it, whatsoever. She gave it to him, because she trusted him enough to think he'd be responsible for it. Stupid.
No one was happy with it. Pope freaked out, thinking about his scholarship. The rest wasn't satisfied either, but it helped that they thought Maggie had no experience with guns.
The five teens came back to shore, hanging out at some old place. Really, they only hung there because the cops were there. It wasn't that they knew why until they saw a body being taken away.
Male. Late 30s to mid-40s. Beard. Average build. Maggie made mental notes.
"Who's that?" John B asked a blonde girl hanging with them. Maggie didn't know her, but the rest seemed to do.
"It's Scooter Grubbs," She replied. "He was out during the storm. Check out this pic I got," She showed John B the content on her phone. "Dead body."
Maggie looked at the watch on her wrist, then at JJ. He was already looking at her, that same soft and longing stare in his eyes. "Oh, boy, is that the time? That's bonkers, I have to go to work." She scurried away, leaving the others to look after her running figure.
Not even having arrived at the restaurant, she received a text:
kia 🫶 scooter had a grady white. come to chateau
magnet 🪩 i cannot just leave work i need the money
tell em ure sick works every time
absolutely not fuck off jj
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