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Cassie's POV

"So, um...we didn't see anything. We don't know anything. We need to have total and complete amnesia" Pope rants as we all sit on the porch of the chateau.

"Actually, Pope's right for once" JJ speaks up, agreeing with the dark skinned boy "See, I agree with you sometimes. Deny, deny, deny"

"Guys, we can't keep that money" Kiara says.

"I agree with Kie, it's not right" I shrug.

"Of course you do" The blonde snaps at me before turning to my sister "Not all of us can afford unlimited data plans, Kiara"

"Don't talk to her like that" I retort at the angry boy.

"It's fine, Cassie" Kiara mutters and I sit back in my seat, crossing my right leg over my left.

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

"It's bad karma to be implicated in a felony too" Pope explains "We gotta go dark"

"If that means we get to keep the money, then I agree" JJ adds.

"I don't agree" John B says, speaking for the first time during this conversation.

"What? Why?" The blonde asks in confusion.

"Just think about it. This is Scooter Grubbs we're talking about, all right? Same dude that's buying individual cigarettes at the Porthole. 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 rants as we all listen silently.

We all share looks of confusion and John B huffs.

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

"Prostitution" The Heyward boy answers and I snort.

"Hey, maybe he was a male stripper" I suggest and Pope grins at me in amusement while the others roll their eyes.

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

"They were straight smugglin'" JJ answers.

"Smugglin'. And I guarantee there's a serious amount of contraband in that wreck" John B explains.

"Hell, yeah" JJ grins.

We all make our way to John B's room and I hop onto the bed. Pope sits down next to me while John B sits on the windowsill to our right, Kiara sits on the desk chair and JJ sits on the windowsill directly opposite us.

"For the record, if that's a smuggling ship with illegal contraband on the inside of it...it probably belongs to someone else" Pope declares.

"Minor details" Kiara shrugs, playing about with her ukulele.

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