𝐇𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬: 𝐀𝐬𝐩𝐲𝐧 𝐂𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐧 ~ 𝐎𝐮𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐁𝐚𝐧𝐤𝐬

𝐅𝐫𝐞𝐞 𝐉𝐨𝐡𝐧 𝐁

Plumb led us through the jail, stopping at a metal door and waiting for another officer to buzz us through.

We didn't leave the same way we had come in, but I didn't think much of it. That was until I noticed we were directly next to an outdoor area filled with inmates.

The door was locked and shut, but there was a small window we could see through.

A couple of the men were playing basketball, one of them being JJ's dad.

Plumb stood aside with a smug grin on her face as JJ noticed his father. He began banging on the glass, trying to get Luke's attention.

"Dad!" He called. "DAD!"

Only then did the other officer buzz the door open, allowing us to go through.

Plumb promptly yanked JJ away from the door and gave him a shove to get him moving.

He clenched his jaw. "I see what you did there, Plumb,"

She smirked as we continued our way out.

"That was such a bitch move," I spat.

I turned to JJ. "You alright?"

He nodded. "Yeah, I'm good. It's whatever,"

I wrapped an arm around his shoulder, giving him a side hug as we walked.

Plumb brought us to the front of the building and practically dragged us outside.

"I just have one question before we leave..." JJ began. "How much are you splitting with Shoupe?"

She shoved him forward, sending him stumbling into the wall.

"You'll be back here one day. It's in your blood," She told JJ.

I glared at her as I gently led JJ away, not wanting him to do anything he would regret.

"Don't let her bother you," I said as we got onto our bikes. "She's just a major asshole,"

JJ nodded. "I won't,"

"If she gets joy from bullying teenagers then that's her own problem," I said.

He chuckled. "Yeah, I guess you're right,"

"Uh- sorry for being an ass earlier," He apologized.

"It's cool," I shrugged. "Sorry for pushing you,"

"Just one question though..." I began.

"Yeah?"

"Is there any way I can talk you out of this ambulance plan?" I asked.

He shook his head. "Not a chance,"

"Okay..." I sighed. "Just don't get arrested, I guess,"

"I'll try,"

"Wow, that makes me feel so much better," I said sarcastically.

I revved the engine on my bike a few times before speeding away.

It still wasn't dark, and Pope said it would be better if we went to look for the key then, so I had at least a couple of hours to kill, and I knew exactly what I was going to do with them.

I arrived at the closest store and bought a few cans of spray paint with the money I had leftover from Charleston, then hopped back on my bike.

I drove around the entire island spray painting the words: Free John B anywhere I could.

I wrote it on roads, sidewalks, street signs, buildings, windows. Basically, any place I could without getting caught.

By the time I was done, you couldn't go a few blocks without seeing Free John B plastered in front of you.