Josephine Routledge is the twin sister to John B Routledge. Their dad goes missing during the search for the famous shipwreck, the Royal Merchant. The twins and their friends, JJ, Pope, and Kiara, come across the sunken boat that holds a clue to the...
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We all got very little sleep in the car that night. Pope had moved up to the front seat, and JJ took his, leaving me in the trunk by myself.
"Good news for residents of the Outer Banks. Dominion Power says their underwater transmission line, which will restore power to ninety percent of the area should be functional with twenty-four hours."
I sat up from my curled up position on the floor of the trunk and peeked out the front window as two cop cars blew past us.
"And still, no arrest in the shooting death of Sheriff Susan Peterkin. The state police have issued a statement regarding a local person of interest, a juvenile from-"
Kie shut the radio off, and I laid back down and closed my eyes, trying to get a little bit more sleep.
"Let's game this out," JJ said, and my eyes shot open. "Maybe you guys can help, being the smart ones and all, but, who are the cops going to believe? Ward Cameron or us? So, the accuser is a big developer, kind of lord of the island, got the governor on speed dial kind of person, and the accused is John B, who is pretty much a homeless sixteen-year-old boy at the moment."
"Thanks."
"Yeah, that was very comforting."
JJ looked over his shoulder at me as I sat up and leaned against the back window. "Shit," Pope murmured from up front.
"Alright, man. Yucatan, alright? I'm saying that's the only option. What other option do you have?"
"Enough with the Mexico bullshit. Sarah's gonna bail me out."
"She did witness the whole thing," Kie agreed.
"Thank you."
"And she's gonna snitch on her brother?" Pope asked, and JJ sat up in his seat.
"Not happening, bro. Okay? We've gotta get you off the island."
"What about the ferry?"
Heads swiveled towards me.
"That would be the only way," Pope said.
"Yeah," JJ added, "exit stage left while you still can, before the entire island is on lockdown."
"Guys, just get down."
Another cop car blew past us with sirens blaring.
"As much as I like Sarah, she's not a Pogue, man," I said, reaching forward to place a hand on his shoulder.
"Yeah, you can't stay here, man."
JJ laid back down in his seat as Kie started up the car.
We got to the ferry, and Pope got out to go buy John B a ticket.
"Okay, alright. Okay."
"Oh shit, something's wrong," I whispered to JJ as Pope walked way too fast back to the car.
