𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚊 𝚋𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚜 | 𝚘𝚞𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚋𝚊𝚗𝚔𝚜

stressful and shit

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"Okay. All right, no." Kirsten looked up from her hands at Pope's muttering.

"What's wrong?"

"Pope, can you act normal?" Kie asked, watching him walk to his side of the car, slamming the door as soon as he sat down.

"So, um... okay, so, bad news. The ferry's closed, and there is this." He shoved a paper in their direction.

"What is that? What is this?"

"Shit."

"Well, John B, uh... this is a good framer of you." JJ turner the paper to face him.

Kirsten eyes closed in frustration.

A wanted sign for John B for first degree murder, attempted murder and kidnapping.

"Wait—attempted?"

"Who the hell did I kidnap?!"

"Luca walked away bleeding, damn near dead, guys." Kirsten told her sister, "I told you Rafe wouldn't bring him in it."

"Oh, he's in it."

John B's eyes were wide, his chest feeling heavy, "They think I kidnapped someone."

"Oh, yeah, cause getting framed for murder is one thing, but kidnapping is where you draw the line, huh?"

"Okay, so the whole island's lookin' for John B right now."

"That's a lot of money."

"Congratulations, John B. You're famous." JJ said sarcastically, wrapping his arm around the back of Kirsten's seat.

"Guys, we got to get to the HMS. We need small, no running lights—"

"It's at the Château, Kie."

"And I wonder if the cops got the entire place staked out." JJ tapped at his chin, clearly mocking her.

Kirsten nodded at the blonde, "Oh, no doubt."

"Oh, yeah. No. They definitely have that place locked down." He agreed.

"Yeah, copy that." Kie rolled her eyes.

"Let me think. Just give me a second." Pope turned in his seat, "JJ."

The Maybank looked at him, "What?"

"Does your dad still have that boat? The cigarette boat, the Phantom."

"The one he used to race? Maybe."

"You could get right up the coast, no problem."

"It won't be easy, Pope."

"The surf's running from three to four."

"I don't know where the keys are."

"Well, find them." Pope spoke as if was obvious what he should do.