BOOK 1
My name is Cassidy Reed.
And live a few blocks away from John B so we mostly see each other. An old fish shack on the marsh. I live with my dad who isn't even around most of the time and when he is he's usually wasted on the couch or yelling...
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"WHO'S THAT?" John B asked as we watched the women run up to the dead body being taken away.
"It's Scooter Grubs. He was out during the storm." Some girl sitting next to us said. God, he's the one who groped me that one time.
"Check out this pic I got." She said to us showing us her phone.
"Dead body." She said making me give a disgusting look at the picture.
"Insane," Kie said to her.
"Holy shit," Pope said.
"What kind of boat did he have?" JJ asked the blonde girl.
"Somehow, that dirtbag copped a brand new Grady-White." She said as we all looked at each other knowing what she was talking about. It's the boat we saw.
"Everyone's out there looking for it." She told us making me bite my lips.
We saw.
We know where it is.
God, the motel was even his.
If we saw the boat, his body probably was floating around the area and we didn't even realize it.
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I watched Pope running into John B's back porch, as I was relaxing on his couch, "okay. So, um... we didn't see anything. We don't know anything." Pope said. "We need to have total and complete amnesia." Pop said sitting next to me and Kie.
"Pope's right for once," JJ said from across from us.
"See, I agree with you sometimes," JJ said to him.
"Deny, deny, deny," JJ said to us making me sigh.
"Guys, we can't keep that money," Kie said making me nod.
