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After a few long and tiresome hours, we eventually arrived on the streets of Charleston, South Carolina. It was a peaceful ride with the window down, as the warm breeze strolled in. All four of us were sitting in the trunk, comfortably cramped since it was a three-seater, but we obviously made it work.
Pope was driving, with Kiara next to him, playing the GPS that was on her phone, taking us to Limbreys house. I was cuddled into JJ with his arm around my shoulder, and his fingers carefully combed out my long brown hair.
My brown eyes trailed toward the area under the windshield. I saw the small brown and questionable letter, laying under it. I slowly reached over and yanked the letter towards me.
I began reading the letter over and over again, making sure I understand what they were trying to imply before we end up getting in danger. Or even worse, killed. I especially wanted to make sure Pope was going to be safe because he was the only one talking to the lady.
"Guys, I've read this thing like a thousand times. It makes not one type of freaking sense. I mean, the Limbreys own like...half of Charleston." I spoke up, placing the letter on my lap.
"But at the same time, what do the kook kings of Charleston know about an insane murder case on Kildare island?" I added, as I looked at the others for answers.
"Yeah. I understand. And why you specifically? That's the other creepy thing." JJ pointed out while he looked over at Pope.
"Please come alone. That's hella sus. They must be up to no good." Kiara shook her head, in disbelief, as her brown eyes looked up at the quiet road.
"I was thinking the same thing. I think it's because-" Pope began speaking before being cut off by heavy smoke fleeing out the front of his father's seafood truck.
"Oh, come on. Piece of shit!" Pope groaned out, smacking the steering wheel, in frustration, as my brown eyes widened.
"What the hell is that?" I questioned, watching as the grey smoke began covering our sight on the road. "Pull over. That's a lot of smoke, even for your dad's truck." Kiara instructed but Pope kept driving.
"It'll probably go away... Or something," Pope whispered as he kept driving on the street. Which was a dangerous move. "If we do a 360 in the air, don't look at me." Kiara simply said.
"I won't because I'll probably be dead."
Then, I heard JJ begin harshly coughing and covering his mouth with his elbow, out of nowhere.
