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"WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT?" POPE ASKED FRANTICALLY. They had found a place that was hidden where they could talk and map out their plan to save Kiara. The rest of them were sitting, but Pope was pacing back and forth. "Why would they want to kidnap Kiara? It doesn't make any sense."
"It's called bait," JJ informed him from where he was leaning up against a shed next to the Callaway girl.
She told them, "What I don't get is why they would take that Mateo dude if he and Jimmy were working for them. Aren't they on the same side?"
"I am so sick of this," Sarah groaned as she leaned back against the canoe that the others were sitting on. "Do you think there's any way we could trust the cops?"
The Maybank boy scoffed in disbelief, reminding them all of the experiences they had had in the past with the police. All of them had been more or less unpleasant. "The cops? You're joking, right? You seriously think your daddy hasn't called them already?"
"JJ," Bree warned, not wanting him to say something impulsive that started another fight between the group. They needed to work together not tear each other apart. That would not help Kiara at all.
"I have a crazy idea," the Heyward boy announced, causing all of them to turn to him, awaiting his next words. "Why don't we call my parents?"
John B raised his eyebrows at his friend and wondered aloud, "And say what, Pope?" They had not been able to contact anyone for a month, and they were all pretty sure that they had just been presumed dead.
"And say we're alive. I haven't seen my family in...I don't know how long. They're probably worried sick about me," Pope explained, and Bree could tell that he really missed his parents. To be honest, she missed his parents as well. "We can just call and maybe ask them to wire us some money or something."
The Routledge boy, ever the optimist, scoffed, "And put them in danger?"
"I got a better idea. And faster," the blonde boy said to them, and when he stood up, the brunette next to him did as well. He pulled something out of his pocket and held it up so that they could see what it was.
