Chapter 27

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'She laughed,

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'She laughed,

"Darling, I'm not drinking

to forget about you.

I'm drinking

to forget about myself."'

- Unknown


. . .


"So you found the gold?" Sarah Cameron asked John B, as she pushed her bike through the woods towards the Chateaux.

         He nodded.

         "But under an axe murderer's house?"

         "Well, yeah, uh – kind of."

         Sarah sighed. "That's perfect."

         "Yep. I mean, the only thing is the well is super sketchy deep."

         "Kinda wish I was with you guys."

         John B looked over at the girl warmly. "You'll be there for real tonight."

         Sarah's eyes flickered over to him sceptically. "Is it okay?"

         "Yeah of course." She wasn't convinced. "What? Vlad and Val gotta be together, right?"

         "No, no. I mean . . . with the others."

         "Yes, everything's fine." Seeing the hesitant look on her face, John B halted. "What?

         Sarah let out another sigh, leaning against her bike, a hand finding her hip. "Kiara said something, didn't she?"

         "No."

         "You're the worst liar I've ever met."

         "I'm not lying."

         "Look, if she's gonna get territorial –" Sarah started.

         "Hey, hey, hey, just listen. All right?" John B said firmly. "You're a part of this too. You got us the Tannyhill map. Once we get with everybody, they're gonna be excited. Well maybe not Rip, she's currently M.I.A. at the minute and we don't know where she is. But she'll be excited when we find her." Sarah rolled her eyes. "I promise."


. . .


"No effing way." Kie spat venomously. "You brought her here? So what? She's in on this now?"

          John B looked to Pope and JJ for their thoughts but Pope just shrugged. "I don't know."

          JJ leaned back in his chair, trying to mask his growing worry for the girl that was still nowhere to be seen. He would've been doing well, if he weren't tapping his fingers against the arm of his chair consistently. "Look all I care about is her cut comes out of your share."

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