Lennox West is a pogue, born and raised on the cut. She and her friends were bound to the hip. When she isn't getting drunk at parties with her friends, she's surfing with her gang and relaxing at the chateau.
As summer rolled into season, the teen...
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The group was now all gathered on John B's front porch.
Kiara and Lennox sat on the couch, with Kie plucking her ukulele and Lennox tapping her fingers against her thighs. JJ sat in a chair, flipping the top on and off of his lighter, while John B leaned against a wall, flipping an empty beer bottle in his hands.
"Okay. So, um... we didn't see anything." Pope said as he came running up the steps and pushed open the screen door to the porch. "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 said, moving across the porch towards John B.
"Guys, we can't keep that money." Kiara told the group.
"Not all of us can afford unlimited data plans, Kiara." JJ said harshly, looking out from the porch towards the marsh.
"We have to pass that off to Lana Grubbs. Otherwise, it's bad karma."
Lennox nodded. "Bad karma to be implicated in a felony, too."
"We gotta go dark." Pope insisted.
"If that means we get to keep the money, then I agree." JJ said, glancing over to John B, who would usually agree with him at times like this, but the look on John B's face said otherwise.
"I don't agree." John B told his best friend, clapping him on the shoulder and walked to the other side of the porch.
"What? Why?" JJ asked.
"Just think about it. This is Scooter Grubbs we're talking about. 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 forty bucks in his pocket, and all of a sudden, he's got a Grady-White? Just saying." He explained.
Pope leaped up from the couch and went out the door onto the dock, trying to get away from the conversation.
The group followed him as he grabbed a fishing pole and cast it out, JJ doing the same. Kiara sat on the railing of the dock while Lennox leaned her back against it, her arms crossed over her chest.
"All right, just think about it, Pope. How does a marina rat get a Grady-White?" John B continued as he sat on the dock beside Pope.
"Prostitution?" Pope suggested.
"Square groupers, bro. 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 answered, leaning against the railing.
John B nodded. "Smugglin. And I guarantee there's a serious amount of contraband in that wreck."
The Pogues all huddled around in John B's bedroom inside the Chateau. Pope sat on the bed while the rest of them filed in, Kiara sat in the desk chair, JJ sat on a chest, John B was sitting on a window sill while Lennox took a seat next to him.
