CONTINUANCE - John B Routledge

003.

"𝐖𝐡𝐨'𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭?" John B asked as they all saw a lady run up to a body on a bed. 

"It's Scooter Grubbs. He was out during the storm. Check out this pic I got. Dead boday." a girl from their school says. She shows the Pogues a picture of Scooter Grubbs's dead body.

"What kind of boat did he have?" JJ asked. "Somehow that dirtbag copped a brand new Grady-White. Everyone's out looking for it." she responded. 

Emerson felt really bad for Lana Grubbs, who were really close to her and her family. She stood up from her spot next to John B, and headed towards Miss. Lana. 

"Miss. Lana?" Emerson said as she walked up to the crying woman. "Emerson, sweetie." she said as she gave her a hug. "I'm really sorry. A kind woman like you shouldn't have to go through this." Emerson comforted Miss. Lana. "Thank you sweetie. How about you come over soon to have some tea and talk?" Miss. Lana suggested. "Of course, I'll find a way to come over soon." Emerson smiled as she walked away towards the group who was waiting for her.

"What was that about?" JJ asked. "What am I not allowed to say my condolences?" 

The group just shrugged, and headed back to the Chateau. 

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"Okay. So, um, we didn't see anything. We don't know anything. We need to have total and complete amnesia." Pope freaked out. "Actually, Pope's right for once. See, I agree with you sometimes. Deny, deny, deny."

Emerson rolled her eyes at JJ's 'motto'. She thinks that you can't deny EVERYTHING. And plus, JJ uses it way too much.

"Guys, we can't keep that money." Kie spoke up. "Okay, not all of us can afford unlimited data plans, Kiara." JJ snapped back. Emerson can just tell by the way this conversation is going that JJ will do literally anything to keep that money.

"We have to pass that off to Lana Grubbs. Otherwise, it's bad karma." 

"Bad karma to be implicated in a felony, too. We gotta go dark."

"If that means we get to keep the money, then I agree." 𝘋𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨. 𝘊𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘵.

"I don't agree." John B and Emerson said at the same time. "What? Why?"

"Just think about it. This is Scooter Grubbs we're talking about. Same dude that's buying individual cigarettes at the Porthole." John B spoke up. "Yeah one time he begged me and John B for change at a Save-A-Lot parking lot, because he needed gas." Emerson said. "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 raises his arms. 

"All right, so think about it, Pope. How does a marina rat get a Grady-White?" John B asks. 

"Prostitution." 

"Robbery?" Emerson and Pope said at the same time.

"Square groupers, bro. Okay, flying under the radar, no aerial surveillance. They don't do that stuff during a hurricane. What does that mean?" John B asked.

Emerson was sick and tired of the conversation they were having, so she went back inside and layed down in John B's room. She hoped finding that Grady-White wouldn't lead to anything too dangerous.

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The Pogues decided the best decision was to lay low, so what better way than to throw a kegger?

𝘈𝘭𝘭 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵, 𝘴𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘢𝘯'𝘵 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘖𝘶𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘉𝘢𝘯𝘬𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘉𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘺𝘢𝘳𝘥. 𝘐𝘵'𝘴 𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘢 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘢 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘦𝘦-𝘭𝘢𝘺𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘶𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘰.