Head Over Heels - 𝖩𝖩 𝖬𝖺𝗒𝖻𝖺𝗇𝗄

8 | 𝕌𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕧𝕚𝕥𝕖𝕕 𝕘𝕦𝕖𝕤𝕥𝕤

｡･ﾟﾟ･･ﾟﾟ･｡Chapter 8 ｡･ﾟﾟ･･ﾟﾟ･｡

After visiting Lana Grubbs's place, the remaining three decided it would be best to head back to the Château. They had already asked Pope and Kiara to meet them there, so they could explain what had happened and share the information they gained. John B insisted the importance of keeping the newfound information confidential until they were all present.

Frankie sat comfortably on one of the porch couches, relaxed in her seat. Across from her, Kiara and Pope were seated on the two other couches, attentively listening to JJ as he excitedly recounted the trio's experiences at Lana's place. Meanwhile, John B stood apart from the others, lost in thought.

"-And we were right outside like this." JJ explained leaning againts the brick wall on the porch, "And all we hear is just, 'Bam! Bam! Bam!' " He mimicked the sound effects, punching his fist into the air.

"Knocking paint off the wall, G! From the inside." JJ spoke on, "All right? And I'm just looking at him, keeping Frankie safe- wait!" He stopped talking, walking to where Pope and Kiara was leaning his head down ruffling his hands through his hair.

"First off, look at this shit. Look at it." The blonde spoke.

"That's dandruff, disgusting." Kiara replies, her face scrunched up with disgust.

Pope leaned back into the side of the couch. "Okay, thank you."

"J, I think they get it." Frankie smiled sheepishly, shaking her head at him.

"Look at all that. All right. Thats paint." JJ lifted his head up, pulling his hands away from his hair, "At that point, I was just, like...I'm waiting for death."

Pope rubbed at his face, taking a sigh. "Oh, okay, so you saw the guys that shot at us, right?" He asked.

"Yeah." Frankie replies.

"Did you get a good description of them?" Pope response, staring at JJ.

"What did they look like?" Kiara jumped in.

"Anything we can bring to a police report?" Pope stated.

"Yeah..Burly." JJ replies, looking out to the filed.

Frankie stared at JJ, snorting as she leaned her head back.

"Burly?" Pope repeated.

"That's not very helped." Kiara replied, disappointment clear on her face.

"Okay, well, no, like the type of guy at my dad's garage. I mean, you guys know he made cargo hides for drug smugglers." JJ explained.

"-Yeah. Yes. No, we know." Kiara cut him off.

"I can tell you with full confidence, these boys, these killers..." JJ stepped back to lean againts the brick wall, pulling out his electric cigarette from his pocket, placing it in between his lips breathing in before pulling it away, allowing the smoke to escape his lips, "they're sqaure groupers."

"They're sqaure groupers, like narco sqaure groupers? Like Pablo Escobar square grouper?" Pope asked.

Kiara stared, shaking her. "You guys, no everything is a Kingpin movie."

"What does this square grouper look like? Specifically?" Pope questioned again.

"One of them was short, look homeless and i think the other one was slightly balding." Frankie tried to recall, shrugging her shoulders.

"Oh my god..You don't know what to look for!" Pope spoke up, his tone going louder.

"Dude! I wasn't taking little mental Polaroids the entire time. I was under duress, okay!" JJ argues back.