𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝑭𝒐𝒖𝒓

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Sarah snuck me and John B into her house so she could clean out his wound, whilst I nosied around her dad's office.

"He's kind of a mystery, he showed up out of nowhere and paid for all of the land around here in gold." Sarah explained what she knew about Denmark Tanny.

"In gold?" My brother asked.

"Mhmm," She nodded.

John B quickly got up and took a closer look at the painting, getting out the map from our dad.

"I-I recognise that name, he—he was on the Royal Merchant, but there was no survivors." He said and I looked at him confused.

"Well now I need to know more, like a lot more." I said as I reached for Ward's scotch collection but Sarah swatted my hand away.

"What else do you know about this guy?" My brother asked Sarah.

"When we first moved in, we found a diary, an almanac, a bunch of papers. Ward donated all of it to the state archives at Chapel Hill."

"Can I go see that?" He asked and I furrowed my brows.

"I mean, I can get you in if you want. He's got a trustee pass." Sarah said.

"Yeah, I-I need that."

"More fugitive stuff?" She questioned and I snickered.

"Definitely." I smirked.

"I need to go now." John B said and Sarah replied "Okay, then I'm coming with you."

"No," "Yes." They argued back and forth whilst I took a quick sip of Ward's scotch.

"One last mission, and then I'm out of this dirty, dirty game." Sarah said and I laughed, "Yeah, right."

"Come on. Let's go."

"Hey, what about me?" I said as they were leaving, "I'm still a fugitive too, kinda."

"Just, lay low. Go find JJ and stick with him, you'll be fine my little Cherry bean." John B ruffled my hair as he smiled.

"Fine, whatever. Have fun on your little secret mission!" I said to them as I followed them down the stairs.

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I finally made it back to the Chateau where there was thankfully no cops hanging around, and I found a wild JJ laying on the hammock.

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