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"OH, SHIT!" KIE EXCLAIMED AS THEY DROVE DOWN THE ROAD IN THE TWINKIE. The vehicle had been left at the church in all of the Pope confusion and panic, and they were now glad because they would have had to walk home without it. Once they reached the truck that was still crashed on the side of the road, they groaned when they saw the police cars surrounding it. "They found the truck."
"All right, just relax. Just relax," John B told them when they started freaking out. They just needed to act as naturally as they could. Bree rolled her eyes. How was it that every time that they were pulled over by the cops, they were actually guilty of whatever they were being pulled over for?
Shoupe smiled sarcastically as he approached the open window and glanced around at all of the teenagers in the vehicle. "Well, lookee here."
"Good evening, Officer," the Routledge boy greeted.
"Sheriff," the man corrected him cockily, and the Callaway girl had to fight the urge to scoff. "Speed kills, huh? I pulled the tags, and I know whose truck that is." He looked in the back where the Carrera girl was slouching in an attempt to hide behind the front seat. "Hey! Kie, you drop your weed pen back there?"
She sighed and sat up, looking over at him. "Found it."
"Sheriff, I just wanna say that this is all my fault. She had nothing to do with this. I take 100% responsibility," Pope confessed, trying to keep Kie out of trouble, but it was inevitable. She was already dead for just stealing the car. There was no way her parents wouldn't care about it being crashed and totalled on her watch.
"Nothing to do with it? Uh-huh. You wanna try that again? Your parents reported the truck missing four hours ago, and the keys were missing from the house. I'm taking you home," Shoupe told them, but when nobody moved or said anything, he offered an alternative solution. "Or I can pull you all in for leaving the scene of an accident."
Kie finally just put her hands up in surrender and agreed, "Okay."
"Good. Plumb." He called over his deputy, and she appeared on the other side of the car to take the raven-haired girl away.
