𝙈𝙖𝙜𝙣𝙤𝙡𝙞𝙖 [ Kiara Carrera ]

002

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After they had all complained about how boring a motel key was, they figured it was best to go report the wreck to the coast guard.

Carmen's hands were resting on the desk, desperately trying to speak over the couple complaining about their diabetic dog being missing, and Carmen wondered what the fuck that had to do with a coastguard. "Sir! We found a wreck-" Carmen tried again before the guy cut her off, screaming about waiting her turn.

JJ and John B had gone with her, Kie and Pope waiting for them outside. "You're gonna wanna hear this." John B spoke over the couple, pulling Carmen behind him after she looked like she was about to drag him by the two strands on the top of his head.

"Your boat? Your boat? We're not worried about your boat right now, okay?" The coast guard continued to rant, turning back to the people with the dog.

"Well, that went well." JJ uttered sarcastically as the trio strolled out, joining the two others. "So, what's the plan?" He continued when no one suggested anything. "I know how we're gonna find the guy who owns that boat." With a face that told Carmen it wasn't anything legal.

"We don't know whose room that is. It could be anyone." Pope argued, not liking the idea of breaking and entering a strangers room. "C'mon popsicle, what else is there to do?" Carmen attempted to persuade him, only getting a futile shake of the head.

"I'm in. Come on. we'll be lookout." Kiara spoke as she nudged his arm, lifting herself of the railing and following JJ and Carmen back to the boat.

"Finder's fee. Just sayin'." John B added when Pope still hadn't budged, holding his arms up to act innocent. "And, hey, at least you'll only be an accomplice." John B laughed, basically telling Pope that he wasn't getting out of this.

"Man." Pope sighed once he realised there was no point, they were doing this. "Come on, bubba." John B mocked as he wrapped an arm over Popes shoulders, leading him towards the boat.

As they drove towards the destination, Carmen decided on calling Malachi to see how things were going and to let him know when she was going to be home.

"Shut up guys, I'm calling Mal." She instructed as she held the phone up to her ear, waiting the painfully long seconds before he finally picked up. "¿qué?" He greeted rudely, seeming to be struggling with something over the phone. "Uh Hola a ti también (hello to you too.)"

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"I thought the Château looked bad." JJ joked as they drove up to the run-down Motel. "What is this colour palette." Carmen muttered to herself as everyone stared up at the building that was slowly getting closer.

"This place is a shitshow." John B added onto JJ's comment, concentrating on how he was going to park the boat properly."Motel or meth lab?" Kie questioned. "You be the judge." Pope responded, watching as he actually saw a piece of paint chip of the side.

"Doesn't look like a place somebody with a Grady-White stays." John B continued onto the conversation, turning the wheel to be straighter.
"No. Looks like a place someone with a Grady-White would get killed." Pope retorted, feeling a wack to his head. "Don't say shit like that pope! Not only are you manifesting it right now but they're literally about to go in there!"

"All right. Here we go." John B muttered over the noise of Pope and Carmen bickering, far too used to the sound of them acting like petty siblings.