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𝟎𝟐𝟓: 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐑𝐮𝐧𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐇𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐧.

"𝐅𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐟𝐚𝐢𝐥 𝐦𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐰,
𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞."

[POV: Bailey]

NOTHING WAS WORKING OUT ANYMORE, everything became a nightmare we couldn't escape from. John B, had explained everything that happened to him inside the police station, leaving me filled different wonders. What could be the outcomes of this terrible situation?

We all rested pretty much in complete silence,  contemplating everything that happened. My feet rested on top of a wooden box in the trunk, as I began to listen to the radio. JJ had finally moved to the back sit accompanying John B, who hadn't spoke at all throughout the rest of the ride.

Bailey: "Is there any water?"

I asked, seeing Pope quickly passing a water bottle to JJ, later on he handled me the bottle.

Just seconds after that, the loud police sirens passed by rapidly behind Kie's truck, making me sit up to see the vehicle driving away from everyone's sight. I took a deep breath, focusing my attention towards JJ, who was already looking at me nervously.

And still, no arrest in the shooting death of Sheriff Susan Peterkin. The state police have issued a statement regarding a local person of interest, a juvenile from-

Kie, quickly turned off the radio, making everyone look over to John B. The boy only sighed filled with exhaustion, as he looked out of the window.

Bailey: "What are we going to do?"

JJ: "Okay, let's game this out." -he spoke, resting his head against the sit.

JJ: "Maybe you guys can help, being the smart ones and all, but...who are the cops going to believe?"

Bailey: "There has to be a way for them to believe, John B."

JJ: "Well, think about it. Ward Cameron or us? So the accuser is a bigshot developer, kind of lord of the island, got the governor on speed dial kind of person."

JJ: "And the accused...is John B, who is pretty much a homeless 16-year-old boy at the moment." -he finished, sighing as everyone else stayed silent.

John B: "Thanks."

Pope: "Shit." -he mumbled, rubbing his forehead filled with frustration.

JJ: "Okay, man. Yucatan, all right? I'm saying that's the only option. What other option do you have?"

John B: "Enough with the Mexico bullshit. Sarah, will bail me out." -he mentioned, looking over to the blond one, who only rolled his eyes.