coby sawyer didn't have the best life. she lived with her shitty mother and stepdad, who wasn't a good guy. she had a brother, but he suddenly disappeared out of thin air, barely leaving a trace of his existence. to get away from her horrible life...
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𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐯𝐞: 𝐤𝐞𝐲𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡
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𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐎𝐆𝐔𝐄𝐒 𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 twinkie, john b driving, as usual. jj was in the passenger seat while the others were in the back. pope was sat in the makeshift seat that was behind john b's seat and the girls were all in the back seat. they were on their way to the senior citizen home that pope's great-grandmother was in, the heyward boy wanting to find out more information about the key that he had found.
"guys, the thing that limbrey said, i don't think she meant to let it slip." pope started, breaking the silence that had fallen over everyone. he was looking down at the key. "she said the key leads to the cross of santo domingo."
"wait, can i see that?" jj asked, holding his hand for the key. pope gave it do him.
"are we supposed to know what that is?" sarah questioned.
"i'm guessing it's some sort of historical artifact of great importance." pope answered.
"well, according to the inter webs, it was a gift from newsman to the spanish king." kie informed, looking down at her phone.
"new spain? is there an old spain?" jj quizzed as he handed the key to john b.
"shit, talk about over-gifting. look at that thing." kie commented, turning her phone so that everyone could see. "looks like person standing next to it."
