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"Well, that was fun."
John B, JJ, and Camille were back on the HMS Pogue, replaying the recent events in their mind and trying to make sense of why the cops raided the motel room. Sure, they knew the cops in Outer Banks weren't top-notch, but still.
Thinking about it too much had given Camille a headache. No conclusion she came to felt right. To make matters worse, JJ had been gleaming ever since they climbed down the ledge and he managed to retrieve the gun he'd dropped. Just imagining how Pope and Kiara would react to that made her headache worse.
"Could've warned us sooner," JJ complained, glancing in Pope and Kiara's direction as Camille sat on the bow. He slumped next to her with a loud exhale, looking exhausted but smug.
Kiara sighed. "We would've except Pope was on the math team," she informed, shifting her gaze from JJ to Pope, who rolled his eyes.
"You were on the math team?" John B asked, dumbfounded.
Pope ignored him and instead changed the subject. "The cops took everything like it was a crime scene. Did you guys find anything?"
The question made JJ's lips rip from how wide he was smiling, like he was holding onto the greatest secret ever. He elbowed Camille, who blinked in response.
JJ turned to her, his smirk growing wider. "Did we find anything?" he teased, pretending to think. "No, I don't think so. Oh, wait-- yeah, we did."
Out of his pockets came the gun in one hand and the wad of cash in the other.
"What the hell?" Pope shot out of his seat, staring at the items in JJ's hands with shock and disbelief written all over his face.
Kiara's gaze darted to Camille and then John B, both of whom were silent. "One job, you guys. One," she muttered, rubbing her forehead like she was trying to process it.
"Why would you take that from a crime scene?" Pope scolded as JJ got up and sauntered towards him.
"Better than the cops having it." JJ shrugged nonchalantly.
Camille snorted. "Right, because they don't already have guns." She gave him a look like he was the stupidest person alive.
Pope stared at them, waiting for someone to admit this was a joke. "I'm gonna lose my Merit Scholarship," he muttered, spiraling as he imagined every worst-case scenario.
"Hey, hey. Sh, sh, sh." JJ pressed the tip of the gun against Pope's lips in mock reassurance.
Pope swatted it away. "At least you have us right?" JJ added with a grin.
"Yes, that's so much better, J." Camille quipped sarcastically.
Pope groaned, shoving JJ lightly before dropping back into his seat next to John B. "I'm living the nightmare."
