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"I still can't believe that you're related to Denmark Tanny," John B said. "Are we in the presence of a royal?"
JJ walked over to Pope, pretending to place a crown on his head. "A king? We shall crown him. All hail the lord of Tannyhill."
"We are not worthy," John B croaked. The pogues all bowed their heads as if they were in the presence of a king.
"Alright, alright," Pope chuckled. "Everybody relax. Can we relax, please?"
Wyatt smirked. "Was Denmark Tanny royal, or was he just rich?"
"Who cares?" JJ made a face.
"Relocate the Cat's Ass, question mark?" Sarah asked.
"I'm with that."
"How soon can we move in?" Kie asked.
"'Cause I don't have a place to stay."
"You're always welcome with me," Wyatt offered.
JJ pointed at her. "You don't have a place to stay either."
She gave him a tight smile and flipped him off.
"What? Can't handle the truth?"
"I don't have a place to stay either," Kie added. "Bunk beds?"
"Triple bunk beds?" JJ asked.
"We can make it a jungle gym with, like, hammocks and shit," Wyatt said.
"I like the way you think," he nodded.
Kie only gave her a side eyed look and rolled her eyes. Wyatt deflated, her good mood ruined by that one simple act.
Thankfully, Pope distracted her. "I just keep thinking about the letter, the one that Limbrey sent. It had the wheat symbol on it. That must mean it has something to do with the Royal Merchant."
"Yeah," JJ agreed, "something seems fishy."
"But if we find that cross, we can split it like we were gonna split the gold."
"And live happily ever after?" a new voice joined the conversation.
Wyatt looked over to see who spoke and found Limbrey herself with her little lapdog. Wyatt sneered and took a step forward until said lapdog pulled up his shirt, showing off the nine millimeter tucked into his jeans.
A hand pulled her back by the arm, and she knew it was JJ.
"The fuck do you think you're doing here?" she asked anyway.
Pope took several steps forward until he was pushed back by the man. "You assaulted my father."
