When Wrong becomes Right

Chapter 6

"We didn't see anything, we don't know anything, we need to have complete and total amnesia," Pope said, sitting down on the couch.

"Actually Pope's right for once. See I agree with you sometimes. Deny deny deny." Blondie said.

"Guys we can't keep that money," Kie said frustrated. "Look not all of us can afford unlimited data plans Kiara," JJ said. "We have to pass that off to Lana Grubbs, or else it's bad karma." She said "It's bad karma to be implicated in a felony too. We've gotta go dark." Pope said. "If that means we keep the money then I agree," JJ said, playing with it between his fingers. "I don't agree." John B said. "why?" JJ asked. "Think about it. This is Scooter Grubbs were talking about it. The same dude who buys individual cigarettes at the porthole. Shit one time I saw him begging for change in the Save-a-Lot parking lot because he needed gas. We're talking about a shithole marina rat who never had more than 40 dollars in his pocket and all of a sudden he's got a Grady White? Just saying." 

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"So think about it, Pope. How does a marina rat get a Grady White?" JB asked. "Prostitution." I laughed, spitting out the beer I had in my mouth. "Square groupers bro. Flying under the radar, no aerial surveillance, they don't do that during a hurricane. What does that mean? JJ?" John B asked, pointing to him. "They were straight smuggling." We both said. "jinx." I said, messing up his hair. "Smuggling and I guarantee there is a serious amount of contraband in that wreck." John B said. "Hell yeah. Fish on!" JJ said, popping up from his resting position.

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Pope grabbed the money from JJ's hand. "For the record, if that is a smuggling ship with illegal contraband on it, it probably belongs to someone else." 

"Minor details." I cut in. 

"They could come looking for it. Taking it would be catastrophically stupid." 

"Well stupid things... have good outcomes all the time," I said, taking the money out of Pope's hand, and spreading it between my fingers. "Right, so we just need to figure out how to get to the cargo hold of that wreck. Until then we just lay low, act normal." JJ said. "right and how exactly do we do that?" Pope asked. "Kegger?" Kie asked.

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JJ and I carried the keg down the beach until we got to the place we wanted it. Kie tossed him the nozzle, and he set it up, squirting some in John B's face, before handing us each a beer. I stood, my arm on John B, until I found someone that looked like he was worth talking to. "see ya," I said, slapping John B in the back. "ow!" He said. "Whatever!" I shouted back. Me and the guy walked and sat down on a random tree. 

We talked about his hometown, him being a touron and everything. 

"Sorry I need this one for a sec." JJ said, coming and grabbing me from behind. "JJ!" I said, as he dragged me away. "Ok so I challenge you, to a drink off." He said. "Bet," I replied, the circle of people around us watching us. We topped off our drinks, before linking arms and drinking. I won. Of course. JJ gave me a highfive, "That's my girl!" He exclaimed. "In your dreams blondie," I said, laughing. "Doesn't have to be just there," He said, smiling and wiggling his eyebrows. I laughed, and pushed him lightly before walking away. I saw Pope talking to this girl, about dead people. I walked up behind him. "Might wanna find a new topic." I said to him, smiling at the girl. I looked over, and saw Sarah standing on the massive bouye. "Shit, Lilly!" I said, running over to Sarah. "Sarah, did Lilly leave your house?" I asked. "Yeah why?" She asked. "Shit!" I yelled running off the beach, and sprinting to my house.