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"FUCK, it's the cops." Spencer said to Pope and Kie as they kept lookout on the boat for JJ and John B. She stood up. "Call them." Pope instucted.
"I can't rowers are down." Kie said.
"If I lose my merit scholarship, I'm gonna kill someone." Pope said as they got off the boat and walked onto land, pausing at a sign that had fallen during the hurricane. "Maybe he's not going up there, maybe he's-." Pope started.
"Look, he's going up!" Kie and Spencer exclaimed to him. "Hey, maybe try throwing rocks at the window or something!" She suggested. And that's what they began doing. Pope failed throwing a rock at the window so Kie took over and was successful. John B pulled open the shutters, seeing them and checked to see if there were cops.
Kie, Spencer and Pope sprinted back to the boat and Kie asked whether or not they should leave. "We never leave a Pogue behind." Pope told her. When she asked again, Pope considered but Spencer refused. "If they look just act natural."
Her stomach twisted as she watched John B and JJ standing right outside on either side of the window. When JJ dropped his gun, she dropped her head into her hands. "Oh my fucking God." She muttered.
The cops pulled up the shutters and looked out the window. The three on the boat did as Spencer said, acted natural and began conversing with one another until the cop had gone. Spencer breathed a sigh of relief.
"Well, that was fun." JJ said when the two boys were back on the boat with their friends. "Could have warned us a little sooner."
"We would have." Kie replied. "Except Pope was on the math team." Spencer laughed lightly at the remark. "You were on the math team?" JJ asked.
"The cops took everything like it was a crime scene." John B said, seriously. Pope asked them if they found anything and in response JJ held up a gun and a wad of money.
"You took a gun?" Spencer asked in disbelief, looking up at him. "From a crime scene?"
"I'm gonna lose my merit scholarship." Pope worried.
"Hey, hey, hey. "Sh, sh, sh, sh, sh. At least you have us, right?" JJ put his arm around Pope.
Spencer sat down and crossed her arms, looking at JJ as he sit down beside her. "Dude, you're crazy." She told him, leaning her head back. "Fucking crazy.
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"Dead body." A girl said as she showed John B a picture on her phone. "Insane." The others gathered around and looked in at her phone too. "Holy shit." John B reacted.
"What kid of boat did he have?" JJ asked.
"Somehow, that dirtbag copped a brand-new Grady-White." She informed them and Spencer's eyes widened. "Everyone's our looking for it." The friends all exchanged glances.
"So, um... we didn't see anything." Pope panted as he came in through the door. "We don't know anything." Spencer modded in agreement. "We need to have total and complete amnesia."
"Excellent. Pope's right for once. See, I agree with you sometimes." JJ said, standing up. "Deny, deny, deny, deny." He pointed at each one of them.
"Guys, we can't keep that money." Kie said and Spencer didn't hesitate in replying. "Some of us need money, Kie."
"Yeah. Not all of us can afford unlimited data plans, Kiara." JJ backed up Spencer.
"We have to pass that off to Lana Grubbs. Otherwise, it's bad karma."
"Bad karma to be implicated in a felony, too." Pope piped up and Spencer rolled her eyes. "We gotta go dark."
"If that means we get to keep the money, then I agree." JJ said and Spencer raised her hand to him, gesturing that she was in agreement with him.
John B put his hand on JJ's shoulder. "I don't agree."
"What? Why?" JJ asked and followed him. "Just think about," John B said. "This is Scooter Grubbs we're talking about. Same dude that's buying individual cigarettes at the Porthole. Shit one time I saw this dude begging for changed in the Save-A-Lot parking lot because he needed gas. We're talking about a dirt bag marina rat who's never had more than forty bucks in his pocket and all of a sudden he's got a Grady-White. Just sayin'."
JJ looked over at Spencer who was biting her lip, thoughtfully. When he caught her eye she just shrugged at him.
Spencer sat on the wooden fence beside Kie as John B continued to try convince Pope about Scooter Grubbs. When Pope replied saying he could've got the Grady-White with prostitution she grinned.
"Okay, flying under the radar, no aerial surveillance. They don't that stuff during a hurricane. What does that mean, JJ?" He turned to his friend. "They were straight smugglin'." JJ replied.
"Smugglin'." John B repeated to Pope. "And I guarantee, there's a serious amount of contraband in that wreck." Spencer nodded her head slowly, understanding. It was very likely that he was right.
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"Well, I - one hundred percent - agree with J." Spencer declared as she sat behind Pope on the bed.
"Of course you do." Pope remarked tiredly over his shoulder. Spencer's eyebrows furrowed and she leaned forward and pulled off Pope's hat. "What the fuck is thar supposed to mean?" She asked, waving the hat behind her as he turned to grab it off her.
"Until then, we just lay low. Just act normal." JJ was saying when Spencer stopped teasing Pope and tossed the hat back to him.
"Right. And how do we do that?" Pope asked, straightening his hat on his head.
"Kegger?" Kie suggested and Spencer's eyes lit up and she clapped her hands together, excitedly.
