IN THE END, the option to take Sierra back to the police station so she could make statement was voted out, much to her dismay. JJ's plan to flee to Yucatán was also shut down before it could even be considered. John B put full faith in Sarah to bail him out and back him up on his story but there was no real way to know if she would speak against her own family. They were limited on their options and eventually chose to find the next ticket for the ferry, hoping that they'd be able to shove onto the boat and help him sneak out till it all died down.

Unfortunately for them, the cursed island had struck on them again, they were kept in by different road blocks or a huge line of cars attempting to exit the newly labeled Danger Island by the news anchor on the stereo. It took an hour till they got their destination, Pope was the one who came up with the idea, so he was the one who was pushed out the car and ask for tickets. The hid their seats, attempting to be invisible to the wandering eyes that might gaze into the car.

In a matter of minutes, Pope came back, a paper tightly gripped in his fist as he half walked, half ran towards the car with a obvious panicked expression. Kiara glared at him, his sketchy behavior not doing them any good. "Pope, can you act normal."

He walked to the open window on the driver side, clearing his throat "Uh..okay, so, bad news, the ferry's closed," He stared down at the sheet in his hand before revealing it towards Kiara, "and there's this."  Sierra watched her expression twist into one of worry. Her big brown eyes practically bulging out her sockets before she muttered out a quiet 'Shit'.

"What is it?" The Ray girl questioned, leaning over the center console to stare at the WANTED printed flyer. Her eyes widened, it reminded her of the one she put up around streets of the Cut when she lost her puppy, except this one had John B's face painted onto with bold, accusing letters, stating his information.

Sierra handed it over to JJ who let out a low whistle turning the page towards John B who continuously asked what it was. "Well, uh...this is a good framer of you. They really captured your charm in this photo."

"Okay, so the whole island's lookin' for John B. right now." Pope stated, sliding into the drivers seat with a panicked expression still present on his features.

"That's a lot of money."

"Yeah, no shit, any person from the Cut is gonna take one look at that prize and snitch on you, no questions asked." Sierra dragged her hands down his face, "Might as well plan your funeral right now."

"Congratulations, John B. You're now famous." JJ began, "We'll bury you by the hot tub so your spirit can always chill with us."

"Enough." Kiara snapped, glaring back at them before sighing heavily. "We need to get to the HMS, we need small, no running lights—"

"It's at the Chateau, Kie." John B muttered bitterly, staring up at the ceiling, contemplating if JJ's idea of burying him by the hot tube as actually reasonably at this point.

"Yeah, I wonder if they've got the entire place staked, let me think." The blonde paused staring out the window before looking back at Kiara. "Oh, yeah, no, they definitely have that place locked down."

"Yeah. copy that." Kiara rolled her eyes, turning her body back to the front with an annoyed huff.

"Here lies the body of Jonathan—"

"Okay, just shut up and let me think, just give me a second." Pope interrupted as Sierra crossed her arms, pushing herself deeper in the car with a frown. The guy abruptly looked up, an invisible lightbulb, appearing above his head as he turned to look at the blonde behind him,"Uh, JJ, does your dad still have that boat? The cigarette boat- the Phantom, the one he used to race?"

There was a small quirk in JJ's neutral express, a shift on his lips at the mention of his father. "Maybe, why?"

"You could get right up the coast, no problem." The boy spun back around, attempting to turn the car back on, though it only squealed in return.

"It won't be easy, Pope," JJ harshly said back.

"The surf's running from three to four," The curly-haired girl added nervously, fiddling with her fingers to keep herself calm.

"I don't know where the keys are!"

"Well, find them!" Pope retorted back, glaring at the truck in front of him, raising a hand up in a random gesture. "Why is no one moving forward, what is going on?"

"Pope, need to relax?" Kiara reached a hand out, her brows furrowed in worry before she stared back at JJ who had his eyes shut in thought, attempting to remember where he put the keys the last time he snuck out to take the boat on a joy ride. "JJ, how much weed did you give him?"

"Guys." John B whispered, attempting to quiet down the overlapping voices. "Your car's on the poster."

"So, we're moving in a goddamn death trap, fun!" Sierra feigned joy as she hid her face in her hands.

"Can we move it!" Pope yelled, slamming his palms on the horn repeatedly causing it to ring and attract more stares then they already had from the brewing argument.

"You're the one behind the wheel, Pope, just fucking go!"

"Pope, can you stop, that's not gonna help!" Kiara attempted to calm the shaky boy who twisted the keys in attempt to turn the rattling car on.

Sierra turned around, staring out the window before her eyes landed on a little boy who was on the side walk, staring into the car curiously. He suddenly tapped on his mother, Sierra gripped JJ's wrist. "We've got a snitch."

"Mom, look, it's that guy right there! We get $25,000 if we find him!" The boy began to walk towards the fat but was beat by a nearby adult who slammed against the window once his eyes found John B's soaked out body in the back.

"I've never wanted to punch a child so bad." Sierra groaned, tapping the head rest on the back of Pope's seat. "Pope, turn the fucking car on!"

"What do you think I'm trying to fucking do, Sierra!" Pope shouted back, twisting the keys once more before it finally began to rumble to life.

"Pope go!" Sierra shouted and in a blink of an eye Pope slammed his foot on the excelerator, launching then forward and into a truck. The Heyward boy cursed, rapidly maneuvering the car out their current position. "Go!" Sierra kept shouting in a panicked tone as people began to crowd around the car. In a poor attempt to hide the boy's identity, Sierra shoved a nearby blanket over his face.

Her widen eyes glanced around at the people who pressed their faces against the window. Finally, Pope zoomed past some cops, pushing the cars speed beyond the legal limit and towards a empty road. Most of the roads in the Outerbanks had emptied due to people either evacuating or staying indoors to stay protected of the "psycho killer on the loose." As they sped down a road, Pope's erratic driving became more visible, his shaky hands moving the wheel in dizzying directions. The boy slammed into a mailbox, swerving down the dirt road with a huge smile on his face and his chest rumbled with chuckles. Kiara on the other hand was staring at the road in front of her with a panicked expression, lips turned downward as they released heavy breaths.

"I should be the last person to tell you this, but you are not okay to drive, dude, stop!" JJ spoke up, taking notice of how everyone in the car was visibly terrified. And for the first time in the let two days, the boy finally listened, breaking so hard that the tired squealed against the ground. 

He turned his head to look over the sit, "John B, Sierra get out."

"Yeah, he's right, we'll only lead them to you." JJ agreed, tapping on his best friends shoulder reassuringly. "Sierra should stay."

The curly haired girl looked over at him with furrowed brows, his hands gripped around her wrist tightly. "No, I need to go to the police department, I can do something to help."

"No, it's too risky, they'll throw you into a gross cell and treat you like shit!" JJ argued back, his tone holding a much more emotion then he displayed.

"It's fifty-fifty and I'm willing to take those chances if that means saving our asses." Sierra pulled her wrist away from his grip harshly.

"You're not listening!" The boy seethed, "You can't do that—"

"Stop fucking arguing!" Pope yelled, "Sierra can either get the hell out or stay, either way is fine by me."

"Sierra." JJ muttered colorful as the girl followed after John B, slamming the door shut as the car immediately fled, leaving a trail of dust behind.

The girl looked towards the boy and let out a heavy breath, "Sheriff's office, you hide." Sierra said, looking around at her surroundings. "Pogue for life."

"P4L." John B nodded in response, pulling the girl in for a hug before giving her a tight smile. Even through everything, the two found a loving warmth within each other. Without another word John B sprinted off in a secluded alley where he was covered by trees and bushes. Sierra looked around, taking note of the street sign and walked in the direction of the place she grew at too know and love. A ironic thing to care about so much, especially since police department had been poisoned into thinking all the wrong things by the rich and wealthy. And yet there was Sierra, confidently marching towards the brick building with her grown out nails indenting crescent shapes into her palm.

The girl bursted through the door, her wicked hair and disheveled state was enough to raise a few red flags. The old front desk lady held the same look that she did when Sierra was young, it would've brought the girl comfort if it weren't for the current circumstances.

"Oh my goodness, Sierra, sweetie, you okay?" The woman's warm tone spoke, lifting her glasses onto her head as she stood up, offering shaky and calloused hands towards the girl. "Don't you know that there is a crazy boy out there on the loose, he lives on the cut and is your age. It's far too dangerous to be out there alone."

Sierra kept her tainted hands shoved in the back pockets of her shorts, she chewed on her bottom lip as the woman awaited a response, taking in the young girls body language. "Yeah, yeah I've heard and, uh, that's actually why I came by. Is Shoupe around by any chance?"

"No, that man is out hunting the son of a bitch that killed Susan." The woman spoke softly before laying a hand on her chest, "God rest her soul—He's been out all day."

"I really need to talk to him." The girl muttered out, hesitating slightly before speaking, "I have more information about her death."

The older woman stared at Sierra with saddened eyes, nodding as her hands flew to the old phone on her desk."I'll call immediately, stay put." Her painted fingers clicked in a variety of numbers as she held the phone up to her ear, a muffled voice speaking after a few moments. "Shoupe, I got Sierra here, she says she knows something about the murderer." After some hums of approval she hung up, looking back to the fidgety teenager. "He'll be here as soon as possible."

Sierra lead herself into Shoupe's office, a familiar wooden musk engulfing her nose as she sat down, her leg bouncing uncontrollably. With every little noise her head would snap towards the door, but it remained shut, nobody coming in. She could've sworn that she was there for hours, but that would've been her uneasiness speaking. The truth was that the officer came in only five minutes after she'd sat down.

The older man sat down across from her, a notepad in his hand and a tightly gripped pen in the other. His demeanor so aggressive and angry but he's gaze soft as he looked towards familiar girl. "Sierra." He spoke firmly as she nodded in response, "You have information on John B?"

Sierra thickly swallowed, letting the tight knot disappear from her throat. "Uh, I have information on the killer, the actual killer."

The man raised a thick brow, "Go on."

"I saw Peterkin get shot, I saw her bleed out as it spilled onto my hands." She raised her faintly brown painted hands, revealing the dried up blood that had been haunting her. "I was there, with my own two eyes I saw the truth, and I don't know who will believe me or if they will."

"Sierra," The man spoke lowly, "What did you see?"

"First I heard a gunshot," The girl mumbled, images flashing throughout her mind, clouding her vision. "Then I saw Rafe Cameron with one of 'em expensive guns you could only get with your rich daddy's money."

"Rafe Cameron?" Shoupe repeated, a line forming between his brows as they furrowed deeply. A frown forming on his face as he put down the pen and notepad. "Sierra—"

"Don't." Sierra glared, "I know what your thinking, and I know it's hard to believe, but what do I got to loose? Rafe Cameron is a murderer and his father is just as bad—fuck." Sierra chuckled humorlessly. "Ain't it funny how genetics work, passing your bad shit craziness to your son."

"Sierra, you can't come in here accusing people, especially the Cameron's, of this kind of crime without hard evidence." The man began as the girl immediately opened her mouth to argue before he started up again, "And I know you loved Susan like she was your own mother but Justice must be served, and John B's the only way we get that right now."

"But you wouldn't be doing any good by arresting the wrong guy!" Sierra groaned, feeling a frustrated wave of tears pool at the inner corners of her eyes. "It's not fair! They did it, I saw it—"

"Come here, kid." The officer stood, offering open arms to the broken girl as tears spilled down her cheeks.

"Shoupe it isn't fair."

"There ain't nothing fair about this world, Sisi." The man whispered, embracing the sobbing girl as her ears rang from the old nickname. An nostalgic warmth sprouting from her chest, yet it crumbled just as quick as it came. The pounding in her chest overpowering it.

"Shoupe." The front desk woman bursted in, the most energy the lady has had since she was in her thirties. "They found him."

Sierra frowned, whimpers falling from her lips as Shoupe pulled away, collecting his things and rushing out. "B-But...it wasn't him."

The officer paused at the doorway, taking one look at the girl before eventually leaving, allowing the cold building to overtake Sierra's body. How Sierra wished she could just wake up from the terrible nightmare, yet no matter how many times she pinched herself or searched for a clock she was struck with the overwhelming and gruesome reality. Her tired feet dragged against the floor and down the hall, where Sheriff Susan Peterkin would work all day, not taking a second to take a break. The same office that once had her fathers name stuck into the glass of the door, now it had the name of the last person Sierra looked up to. Perhaps it was a curse, becoming the Sheriff of a seemingly boring town has managed to kill two of the best people in Sierra's lifeinto.

And now all Sierra could do was step into the office, sniffing in the faint floral scent that she'd always make fun of because it was 'an old lady scent' . It always made Susan laugh, rolling her eyes as Sierra made fun of her yet wouldn't ever step out the office unless she was hungry. The cheap leather couch was still positioned in the corner of the room, a messily knitted blanket draped onto it.

Sierra sat down, a pitiful huff coming out her mouth as she landed onto the cushion, her heavy eyes gazed into nothing. Spacing out a world where she no longer had to suffer, where she was happy. Truly happy.