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Early the next morning, the crew was back on the move. This time, JJ and Wyatt took their turn in the truck, with Wyatt being the one to drive.
"I wonder were John B and Sarah are right now," JJ said, mostly to himself.
Wyatt shrugged one shoulder, briefly taking her eyes off the road to see a boat in the harbor coming their direction. She smiled at a thought. Maybe that's them now.
But she couldn't let herself think that way. She had to be realistic.
John B and Sarah were probably still in Nassau. That was okay with Wyatt. She almost didn't want them to come home. Not yet, at least. Not until they'd cleared their names.
Once she hit the suburbs, the rich white people houses right on the edge of the water, Pope opened the back window and started to guide her through the town.
There were palm trees everywhere, and it was beautiful. She'd never been to Charleston before.
"These kooks make our kooks look like pogues," JJ muttered, staring in awe at the homes as they passed.
"Wyatt, pull over right here," Pope stuck his arm in the window and pointed to an empty spot between two cars. She did as instructed.
"You sure this is the place, Pope?" JJ asked.
"Pretty sure."
That was good enough for JJ. "All right."
And with that, the pogues got out of the truck.
"Fat City, for sure."
Pope held up the invitation, comparing the addresses. "Twenty seven King Street."
Wyatt immediately took note of the twelve foot tall wrought iron fence with sharpened spikes along the top.
"Talk about home security," JJ murmured. "Are those spikes to keep people out?"
Kie looked on sadly and shook her head. "No."
"The slave quarters are over there," Pope pointed to a shed looking building off to the side. "These spikes were to keep people in."
"That's horrible," Wyatt murmured.
Other than those harrowing facts, the house was beautiful. Green shrubs covered the lawn.
"All right, let's go," Pope muttered, pushing the front gate open and leading the pogues onto the front porch.
He used the knocker to, well, knock.
"You think that was too much?"
"It echoed the entire house, that's for sure," JJ told him. "So they definitely heard it."
