"What can I say? I'm a wreck without you, Maybank." I smiled, wrapping my arms around his neck.
"I can say the same thing about you, Bridges."
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"Scooter? Oh, god!" An older lady ran up to a guy laid out on a stretcher.
"Who's that?" John B asked
"It's Scooter Grubbs. He was out during the storm. Check out this pic I got. DeAd BoDy." A girl sitting beside the Pogues, showed them a picture on her phone of the body.
"Insane." Mack commented.
"Holy shit." John B said, shocked.
"What kind of boat did he have?" JJ asked.
"Somehow, that dirtbag copped a brand-new Grady-White. Everyone's out looking for it." The girl revealed.
Everyone gave each other a worried glance all sharing the same thought. 'The boat they took the Motel key from, was Scooter Grubbs'
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Back at The Château, the Pogues were all spread out thinking about the events that just went down throughout the day. JJ playing with his lighter, Kiara and Mackenzie chillin' on the couch, with Mack wrapped up in Kie's arms, and John B standing by the door.
Just then Pope comes running into the porch panting, "Okay. So, um... we didn't see anything. We don't know anything. We need to have total and complete amnesia."
"Actually, Pope's right for once. See, I agree with you sometimes. Deny, deny, deny." JJ gets up from his seat to stand next to John B.
"Guys, we can't keep that money." Kiara confessed.
"Well technically, JJ is in possession of it soooo he's responsible for what he does with it." Mack notes.
"Okay. Not all of us can afford unlimited data plans, Kiara." JJ scoffed.
"We have to pass that off to Lana Grubbs. Otherwise it's bad karma." Kiara added.
"Bad karma to be implicated in a felony, too. We gotta go dark." Pope added, slightly agreeing with the Carrera girl.
"If that means we get to keep the money, then I agree." JJ said turning to look out into the yard.
"I don't agree." John B interjects.
"What? Why?" JJ raised a brow.
"Just think about it. This is Scooter Grubbs we're talking about. Same dude that's buying individual cigarettes at the Poryhole. Shit, one time I saw this dude begging for change in the Save-A-Lot parking lot because he needed gas. We're talking about a dirtbag marina rat who's never had more than 40 bucks in his pocket, and all of a sudden, he's got a Grady-White? Just sayin'." John B explained.
"Well I can only think of illegal ways of getting enough money for something like a Grady-White. Except for like, winning the PowerBall." Mack reasoned, trying to help out the group.
