the one where a sheltered kook girl joins a group of no-good pogues to try and figure out what her mother is hiding. they uncover a whole load of interconnected, twisted shit.
or ;
alex thornbury knew that her mother was hiding something. she just...
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BEADS OF SWEAT TRAILED down every inch of Alex's skin. Her shirt clung to her back, her hair to the back of her neck. She wanted to punch a hole through the ceiling for some fresh air. But instead, there was nowhere to go.
"Nice job, John B." JJ's voice oozed with sarcasm. "You know these things lock from the inside, right?"
John B hung his head. "I was just trying to get us on the boat."
"Well, now we're stuck in here like rats." JJ scoffed.
Kiara started peeling her jacket off. "It's a freaking sauna in here."
Alex groaned in agreement, uncomfortably aware of the fact that even her socks were soaked through.
"You're not helping, JJ." Pope sighed, slumped against the wall.
JJ whirled on him. "You don't have room to talk, man. You said you had a plan, but what happened to thinking ahead."
Pope squinted at him. "I find your lack of self-knowledge disturbing."
"Last I checked, you literally shot an oil container with the gat. Remember that?"
Kiara ran her hands through her hair. "Oh my God, shut up."
