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JJ COULDN'T SLEEP WELL. the look of fear in your eyes haunted him, and he couldn't shake off the guilt that consumed him.
he took a hit of his vape, trying to forget everything that happened, but the memory lingered like a stubborn shadow.
"look, i'm calling it off." john b announced. "peterkin said if i stay out of the marsh, she can help me with dcs."
jj sighed heavily, already dealing with enough stress. "and you believed her?"
"yes, i believed her, jj."
"an actual cop, john b. you believed a cop." he huffed out in disbelief.
"all i gotta do is stay out of the marsh for a couple days and she'll help me out. it doesn't help that your ass was the one shooting a gun."
"you know what i should've done, man? i should've just let topper drown your ass."
"topper was gonna drown me?" john b quirked a brow.
"sure looked like it."
"funny."
"i mean have you looked in a mirror?" jj snarked, referring to his black eye.
"tell me more. come on."
"they always win don't they, man? kooks versus pogues. they always, always win! goddamn!" he punched an object hanging from the château out of anger and frustration.
"look, it's okay!" kie tried to calm him down.
"no, it's not okay! it's not. they don't want us to go down into the marsh, that means there's something valuable down there and you know it." he pointed at john b, who looked to the side.
he faced pope. "i know you do and i understand why you don't want to go. you're the golden boy. you got way too much to risk."
then kie. "and you... i mean you're already rich as fuck anyway. why would you bother?"
he turned back to john b. "but you and me man? we got nothing to lose. we really don't, alright?"
"jj."
"and i know it didn't used to be that way for you–"
"i don't want to talk about this." john b cut him off. "i don't want to talk about it."
"so that's it?"
"just get out of my way, bro." john b hit his shoulder as he walked past him.
"john b, listen to me. i have a plan." jj followed after him. "you got the key to camerons' big boat right?"
"no." john b quickly denied.
"there's scuba gear inside. we borrow that and we go down to the wreck this afternoon, and that is what's gonna save you, man." he urged, wrapping an arm around john b's shoulder. "you don't see rich kids going into foster care, do you?"
