𝐅𝐎𝐎𝐋'𝐒 𝐆𝐎𝐋𝐃 || 𝐣. 𝐦𝐚𝐲𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐤

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐫

CLEO FOUND THEM AN ABANDONED HOTEL WHERE THEY COULD STAY. They slept there that night, Bree finding a comfortable spot next to Cleo. When she stirred, she seemed to be one of the only people awake. She glanced up to see that JJ was already awake, a peculiar sight since he was usually the one sleeping until noon. However, was was even more peculiar was that he was fiddling with a phone. She asked, "What is that?"

"This is a little souvenir that I plucked from Portis' pocket," he answered, not looking up from the device.

She stared at him in complete and utter disbelief while the others slowly began to wake up to as a result of their talking. She was just baffled by the fact that he had had a phone that entire time and just did not tell them. "You have a phone?"

"I forgot I had it. It was in my back pocket. That's my bad," he defended, and she just rolled her eyes before lying back down for a minute. It was too early, and she had not gotten enough sleep for this.

"Oh my God, dude. Can we go anywhere without you stealing?" Pope groaned, and he slowly sat up, holding his hand out for the blonde boy to bring him the device. He was probably the only one that knew what to do with it anyway. "Let me see it."

JJ made his way over to his friend excitedly, replying, "I steal shit. That's my job."

"How'd you get this unlocked?" Pope questioned once he got the phone in his hand. Bree was curious as well because there was no way that the Maybank boy just tried random numbers until something worked. He answered that the man had no passcode on his phone to begin with.

Bree and Sarah stood up and made their way over to watch over Pope's other shoulder, and Cleo called, "What are you looking for?"

"Any information that'll help us negotiate with this guy," the Heyward boy answered. They needed dirt or some sort of incentive if they were going to get Kie back. "The only problem is that I don't see a Carlos Singh in the contacts. That's the problem. It's just a bunch of nicknames and shit."

"Wait Didn't Portis call him something else?" Sarah reminded them, thinking back to everything that the man had said when they were back at his house.

"Right. Yeah, he called Singh something when we were jumping his ass," JJ responded, and he began rambling while the others were trying to think. "It was like Rockfish or...Can't remember. Oh shit! No, no, no. Catfish? What was it? Holy crap! Um..."