Season 2

2003- 2020

John B Routledge

P4L

"To John B" JJ holds up his flask.

"And to Sarah." Kie adds and they all drink.

"Guys I got Peterkin's funeral tomorrow" Stella sighs as they stare at the tree in front of them.

"What? Why are you going?" Kie asks.

"I don't know, by the sounds of it everyone else there is going to be a Kook but Shoupe asked me. Said Peterkin always liked me."

"Who doesn't like you Stells?" JJ laughs slightly.

"Uh I could name a few"

"Go on"

"Um that girl in Sarah's history class, Rosie or something , um Rafe-"

Kie scoffs. "That girl is a bitch, and no one likes Rafe anyway."

"Yeah, I guess."

"Does Rafe even dislike you?" Pope asks.

"Huh?" Stella looks down.

"Well, you two seem to have been hanging out together quite a bit this summer. I know i could never hang out with him as much as you do."

"Yeah, and also you stayed behind with him and Barry." JJ adds.

"He's been at Barry's more... and- "

"Is he gonna be at the funeral?" Kie asks.

"I don't know. Feels a bit wrong, doesn't it."

They all hum in agreement.

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"Though she has now departed, let us honor her bravery and sacrifice in the line of duty. Through her memory let us pursue what is just and right. As we commit her body to the ground, ashes to ashes, dust to dust, we shall remember to uphold the ideas which she stood for."

Stella kept looking over at the Camerons, and she wasn't the only one. Shoupe and the detective seem to also be keeping an eye on Ward, as they should. When the pastor finishes she makes her way over to the Cameron's, specifically to Wheezie.

"Stella." She smiles, hugging her.

"Hey Wheeze, you holding up." Stella hugs her back as Shoupe comes over.

"Ward, can we talk to you for a minute?"

"Uh... yeah, I'll be back in a bit." He tells his family.

"Can you come over from time to time? You know now Sarah's not here, who will I talk to?" Wheezie looks up.

"Don't fancy hanging with your brother" Stella chuckles, glancing at Rafe who's scowling.

"Yeah but sometimes he doesn't understand stuff."

"Yeah I get it, that's boys for you. They're a bit slow sometimes."

"Wheezie, we gotta go, say goodbye" Rose interrupts.

"Oh okay, Bye Stella. Come over soon"

"Will do." She waves before turning around to see Rafe's still standing there. "Not going back home?"

"I could ask you the same question." Stella pulls a confused face and he smirks, "Oh yeah I know about last night's adventures."

Stella realises what he's on about, "What about last night? Are you jealous or something?"

"Nope. In fact it's kinda sad that Dan couldn't get a Kook, he had to opt for a Pogue."

"You sure you're not jealous." Stella crosses her arms

"Do you want me to be? Because just so you know..." He looks her up and down, "I'd never swoop that low."

"Right, I'm leaving. Lovely talking to you, not." Stella tells him before walking away.

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"So we're going to the Bahamas or what?" JJ asks, sitting down next to Stella. While they were at school and Stella was at work, Sarah and John B had texted them. They were alive and in the Bahamas.

"Dude there's no way we're getting to the Bahamas."

"Oh I'd love to go to the Bahamas." Stella exhales, propping her feet on JJ's lap.

"John B will get nabbed sooner or later. So If we're gonna clear his name we need to have done it like yesterday."

"I'll tell you how we do it." JJ pushes her feet off and stands up.

"So you have it all planned out?"

"As a matter of fact, I do. We Kidnap Rafe."

"Um what?"

"We kidnap Rafe, Stella you can do that... tie him up and stick the gun in his mouth and just wait till he starts squawking."

"Great, I'm down." Stella shrugs.

"You know, torture's a war crime."

"Yeah, so how exactly do you plan on clearing John B's name from a prison cell? Because that's a felony."

"All right, well, what do you got, Pope? I was just trying to keep it simple. You know, one stop and we're done."

"Guys all we need is a material witness. We saw Ward's plane fly right over our heads with the gold inside of it. He didn't fly it. If somebody else flew , they were there on the tarmac. They saw Peterkin get murdered. Plus Stella, she was there. So we just have to find whoever that was and get them to confess on record."

"Yeah I don't think I'll have much impact, but I might have something that does." She pulls out her phone , finding the pictures of Ward. "Voila!"

"Oh my god."

"I know it's not Rafe, but if we also get a confession too, then that has to be enough to clear John B's name, right?"

"Yeah. Yeah. We can get two for the price of one here." Pope agrees.

"So how do we do that?" Kie asks.

"We could send these in anonymously?" Stella suggests.

" And then a little bit of espionage."

"A little ghost recon"

"Sounds brilliant but I gotta get back " Stella stands up. "We're not millionaires yet."

"Boo." JJ heckles her, but Kiara shoves him.

"Okay I'll text you updates!" She calls out, and Stella gives her a thumbs up.

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"How's your math?" Stella walks up to Barry, slamming down a notebook in front of him

"What?"

"You sell drugs, I assume you gotta be somewhat decent at math."

"Why did you need to know about math?"

"I'm trying to work something out."

The sound of a motorbike interrupts their conversation, and Barry gets up, "Country club. Now ain't I supposed to be blackmailing you or some shit like that?"

"Have at it. The cops grilled me already. But what you have to say to them, I mean, half the town's said already, you know? You got.. you got nothing, man."

"Don't worry man, I know plus your girl already warned me." He nods at Stella.

"What? " He looks over, " Oh her. Yeah she's not my girl."

"Whatever. What are you here for then? Come over here and rub all that shit in my face?"

"No, I'm here to hook you up. Wanna make some money?"

"Wait, I wanna make money." Stella pipes up.

"No." He states.

"What?"

"No." He repeats.

"Fine then, I gotta go anyway, see ya later Barry." She walks past them reading the message from Kiara, she told her to meet them by a drain. God what are they up to now?