riptide- outer banks

thirty-four | red-handed

     

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Logan woke up to the sound of sirens. They were deafening, echoing through his eardrums in the quiet morning. Then came the voices. Dozens and dozens of policemen and officers chattering filled the different floors of Tannyhill, disrupting his sleep.

He carefully opened his door, peering out into the hallway to see various SBI agents carrying boxes down to the main level. That's not all he saw though. Walking towards his room with confusion etched behind her big, brown eyes was his little sister.

Wheezie made eye contact with him from the other side of the banister, hurriedly making her way to his room. She stepped inside, peering up at him for answers. "What's going on, Logan? Why are the cops here and why are they taking our stuff?"

"I don't know." He admitted, shaking his head. "I'm gonna go find out."

"Wait. Don't leave me here." She pleaded, grabbing onto his arm.

"Wheeze, listen to me." Logan responded, crouching down to be eye level with her. "Stay in here. They're not gonna come in my room. You'll be okay for right now, okay?"

"Okay." She echoed, wrapping her arms around him in a hug.

"I'm sure everything's gonna be fine. Just stay here." Logan repeated, pulling away from her after a moment. "Be right back, Z."

He stepped out into the hallway, quietly closing his door behind himself. An SBI agent began making his way up the staircase, giving him a glance. Logan swallowed hard, forcing himself to take a step forward. Something had gone wrong. The only reason there would be officers and agents infiltrating his home at seven o'clock in the morning would be because they'd caught onto Rafe's lies. There was no other explanation.

As Logan neared the staircase, he peered over the banister, gaze falling on his dad. Shoupe was next to him, listening as he demanded he leave the property. "This is Tannyhill. You know what that means. I will not have an invasion of 500 police in my house."

"It ain't an invasion, Ward." Shoupe argued, gesturing to the papers in his hand. "It's a warrant. Now, it would help if you'd just let us know where Rafe is."

Logan continued down the staircase, brow coming together. A creak sounded from the step he was on, causing his father to glance up at him. His eyes went wide before shifting back to Shoupe's, anger no doubt etched behind them.

"God, Vic— look what you've done. My kids, they're not—" Ward sighed, bringing a hand to the bridge of his nose.

"Dad, what's going on?" Logan asked, finally reaching him.

Ward folded the warrant, not allowing him to even get a peek at what it said. He let out a cynical laugh, throwing his arm up. "They're invading our home because they have this deluded idea that John B is innocent. That—"