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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"HE'LL COME AROUND," John B said, trying to sound confident.
I hugged my knees to my chest, resting my chin on top. But the knot in my stomach didn't ease.
"You think he'll actually go home?" Kie asked, worry lacing her voice.
"There's about a zero percent chance JJ's going home tonight," Pope said, glancing out the window. His tone was quiet but honest.
I sighed, biting down on my lip to keep from saying what I really thought.
"Ugh... figures," I muttered.
"It's way too risky to try and pawn the gold off piece by piece," Pope spoke up, pulling us all back to reality. "Best shot is to get the rest of it in one go. Bring it all up, stash it somewhere safe—a vault or something—just until we can find a buyer who won't screw us over. I can check it out tonight, get it done, and if it works... we're out of there by tomorrow morning."
I dropped my legs to the floor and sat up straighter, glancing at John B.
"All right... let's do it," John B agreed with a nod.
"Easy," Pope said, standing like this was already settled.
"Let's go," John B said, about to head out when Sarah suddenly spoke up.
"What about that thing with my dad?" she asked, her voice tense.
Shit.
"What thing?" I asked, turning my head sharply toward John B.
He scratched the back of his neck, looking guilty. "I... uh... I've gotta go fishing with Ward."
I groaned, leaning back against the table. "You're kidding me."
"You can't blow off four hundred million in gold because you have to go play fisherman with Ward Cameron," Kie shot at him, brows raised.
"Look—I have to go, okay?" John B insisted. "The guy saved my ass. If it weren't for him, I'd probably be rotting in foster care. I owe him this... and besides, it's better if we hit the wreck at night anyway. Right?"
