Samantha Routledge is a fellow Pogue, and the younger sister of John B. Granted John B is only 10 months older; they are both the children of Big John Routledge but have different mothers. Sam's mother lives next door to Luke Maybank and JJ, so Sam...
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When we get back to the Chateau, the rest of the group heads inside as Pope docks the boat. JJ flops down on the deck chair and Kie goes to sit on the couch as JB and I stand opposite from them. The group stays silent as we wait for Pope to make his way inside. My thoughts are interrupted by the sound of Popes panicked steps and deep breaths.
"So, um...we didn't see anything. We don't know anything." He sternly instructs all of us, before taking a seat next to Kie. "We need to have total and complete amnesia."
"Actually, Popes right for once." JJ agrees while standing up from his chair. "See, I agree with you sometimes. Deny, deny, deny."
"Guys, we can't keep that money." Kie comments.
"I think we should." I mumble with a shrug.
"Okay. Not all of us can afford unlimited data plans, Kiara." JJ sasses as Kie sends him a glare.
"We have to pass that off to Lana Grubbs. Otherwise, it's bad karma." Kie states, causing me to snicker.
"Bad karma can also be implicated in a felony, too. We gotta go dark." Pope comments.
"That's what I'm talking about." I mumble in complete agreement to keeping the money.
"If that means we get to keep the money, then I agree." JJ says while moving to stand next to John B.
"I don't agree." My brother butts in and I can't help but groan at his boring answer. He pats JJ on the shoulder and walks towards me.
"Why?" I question in annoyance.
"Just think about it. This is Scooter Grubbs we're talking about. Same dude that's buying individual cigarettes at the Porthole. Shit, one time I saw this dude begging for change in the Save-A-Lot parking lot because he needed gas." John b tells the group. "We're talking about a dirtbag marina rat who's never had more than forty bucks in his wallet, and all the sudden, he's got a Grady-white? Just saying."
"I'm going to sit at the dock." I mumble going to stand up. As I walk outside, I hear the group follow closely behind. JJ and Pope both begin to fish, as my brother, Kie and I sit and watch. My brother continues to ramble on about Scooter Grubbs as Pope tries his best to ignore him.
"Think about it Pope. How does a marina rat get a Grady-White?" John B questions.
"Prostitution." Pope smugly answers.
"Square groupers, bro. Okay, flying under the radar, no aerial surveillance. They don't do that stuff during a hurricane." My brother states with a shrug. "What does that mean? JJ?"
