Mt Pleasant High

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MT. PLEASANT HIGH - SERIES

The life of 16 year old Josh Davenport changes when he acts on the feelings he's been having, primarily towards his friend Matt. While that is happening, a new family moves in to his street and he develops a friendship with the neighbor's kid, Shawn. Together, Josh and Shawn get their hands in a briefcase full of cash. The police wanted that money as well. But for what reason, they wouldn't know.

Previously:

Journalist Richard Desbordes discovers who's been sending him e-mails is Josh Davenport.

Policemen Lopez and Miles ask Monteiro Laywer for more money.

Chad Campbell wants Matt to get him a hot fuck.

PART 7 - AM I WHAT, NOW?

Josh overslept Sunday. Of course he came home after 3 am, oversleeping seemed natural. The boy was dreaming about his night with Matt in Park Hennesey. Fucking in public! Dammit!

It was almost noon and Josh's mother wouldn't wait any longer before waking her older son up. She opened the door as silently as she could.

"Josh? Wake up babe..."

As she said 'babe', the mother couldn't help but see what she really didn't mean to. The boy was sleeping in the raw! She thought she should knock on the door. Defitenely! Next time I'll just knock. Mommy turned her eyes elsewhere when she called her son again.

"Josh! Babe?"

"Mmmm...hmmm... Hi mom.... Oh fuck!" That's when Josh figured he was really in an awkward situation.

He had a nice exhibit of teen boy morning wood not covered by the sheets.

"Mom!" Desperate attempt to cover what had already been seen in full.

"I'm sorry son... I didn't know you were sleeping like that these days."

"Just knock, mom. Just knock..."

"Defitenely. Next time I will."

"All right, all right, mom. What gives?"

"Oh... What was it? Oh, right! Listen, your father and I are going to have lunch at the Country Club, and we're driving your brother to the mall with Aaron. You pick'em up later, please."

"Ok... Have fun mom."

"You'll be ok here? Alone in the house?"

"Sure mom... Don't worry about me. Oh, tell Jordan to call me whenever he's ready."

The mother left the room. She could have shut the door.

Later Josh was out in the backyard reading 79 Park Avenue with a cup of coffee and he wasn't long there when his phone rang, it was Shawn.

"Quick question, Josh..."

"O-kay."

"What kinds of spices do you grow in your backyard?"

"Uh, lemme see here... Got rosemary, scallion, basil, mint and some other stuff... Why?"

"I'm gonna make some burgers, and I was thinking of a little pesto sauce..."

"Unusual, but sounds good..."

"Well, that's nice, coz you're invited to have lunch with me. What do you think?"

"I don't wanna disturb your father-and-son Sunday lunch..."

"That's the case, father's not here. So it's like a Shawn-and-Josh kinda thing."

Josh liked the sound of that.

"I mean, if you don't have plans with your parents..."

"Parents are gonna have lunch in the Country Club."

"Fancy."

"Yeah... And boring. My mom's friends, their bored husbands. Talk about fun."

"Can imagine. What do you think about my proposal?"

"Sounds fine. What's the dress code for the occasion?"

"Given you are so damned cute, whatever you feel like."

"What if I feel like going naked?"

"Then it's gonna be quite a show to the neighbors the walk from your house to mine."

"Haha! All right. Should I go now?"

"Yes... Just bring me basil and a little rosemary."

"Ok."

Josh in all his ingenousness, thought Shawn was only grilling the hamburgers and topping it with the pesto sauce. When his neighbor welcomed him at the door, wearing an apron. Talk about sexy, Josh thought.

They went straight to the kitchen, where Shawn took the spices from Josh, and they started talking, Shawn at the 'island' where there was the sink, the stove, kitchen stuff, and his friend on the other side, sittin on a bench. There was a bowl with ground beef and a few burgers already wrapped in plastic over the countertop.

"Man, when you said burgers, I thought they were gonna come out of a box..."

"Really Josh? How underestimating."

"Well, I didn't know you make them yourself."

Shawn smiled and explained him that burgers were one of the simplest things to prepare in a kitchen. You only needed ground beef, of course with the right amount of fat, and a little creativity.

"It does seem easy, all right."

Different than Josh thought, Shawn added only salt to the meat, nothing else.

"Why no onions, oregano, nothing?"

"No. I prefer it simple, then you can get carried away with the 'dressing'."

Josh couldn't understand the signs his body sent him whenever he was around Shawn. It was like everything about his new neighbor turned him on. All the time.

"Do you want me to help you out with anything?"

"No need. You keeping me company is all the help I might need."

Charming Shawn? If that was the case, it was working, Josh already wanted to jump over him and make out, right there in the kitchen.

"So where's your father?"

"He's gonna start a job in a city, hundred and fifty miles west, so he thought of going earlier, to get things going tomorrow first thing in the morning. But that's not all there is to it."

"What else?"

"You know, he's a man, and like any other man, he does have certain needs..."

"Needs?"

"Yeah. Like, needs. Sexual needs..."

"Oh, man..."

"We never talk about this stuff. But it's been years since my mom died and he never had a girlfriend after my mom. But from time to time he goes out, to some bars..."

"I think I get the picture..."

"Does that make you uncomfortable?"

"I don't know. Talking about your father's sexual life is really not a topic I would have deep interest in discussing."

"Ok, me too, but just stating the fact that he's a healthy man and..."

"I get it, Shawn... Changing the subject altogether... You're really a Bree Van de Kamp."

"Why? Because of my home made burgers? I think YOU'RE the Bree Van de Kamp around here..."

"ME?"

"Yes. You cook, you tend the garden, you are all nice with the neighbors, take me for instance, and you take care of your house because your parents are always working... As for me, I could be Katherine Mayfair, tops."

"There's no winning with you."

"Ok, you wanted to help, so help me here shaping the burgers..."

The closer Josh got to Shawn, more he got turned on by him. Shawn was not helpful since he started teasing Josh, tickling him.

"C'mon Shawn, are you trying to turn me on?"

"What? I'm doing nothing..." And pecked on his cheek.

"I see, nothing."

"What?"

Shawn embraced Josh from behind after he'd made a remark about how hot he looked in that apron. The view of a hot boy cook.

"You really think I'm hot on these?"

"Don't know why, but I do."

"What if I did this?"

Whoa-whoa... Kissing on the neck. That's... Oh man...

"Oh, Shawn."

Josh let himself go with the flow. Just pushing his body back against Shawn's while...

"Oh, man... When you kiss my neck like that... I really..."

Shawn's warm body behind Josh... How could he ever resist to that. Why should he resist? I mean, Shawn's a hot guy, willing an able, right there, in the former VonBrauns kitchen... Josh had a lot on his mind about he having sex with Shawn, and having sex with Matt too, basically at the same time. Well, not AT the same time... You know what I mean, right? That thing on his mind would have to wait. Shawn now was pulling his shorts down, revealing Josh's boy butt.

Oh man, if Shawn's not perfect, he's somewhere near it.

"Wanna do it Shawn?"

"Yes... If you want too."

"I do... totally..."

"Want me to go up and get a condom?"

"Don't know... Do you wanna do it like this?"

"Raw?"

"If you like it..."

"Whoa... Just a lot!"

Really Josh? A big no-no. You should never refuse a condom. But then again, who's judging here? Let'em have their fun. You know? Are you gonna keep looking while Shawn goes down to that beautiful butt, kissing it? Look the other way, fellas!

Shawn slid his tongue in that ass crack. Josh was bent forward a little now, with his hands on the counter. Shawn treated that part ever so nicely than pulled Josh up, his chest with a little trace of hair starting to show up, and Josh could feel the warmth in his upper back.

It was about to be just the second boy Josh would have inside him, but it was Shawn. They knew each other so little and yet so much. Being around Shawn was easy, there was nothing to fear about that. Josh actually thought that Shawn would top the other day when they messed around, but as it turned out, Josh topped. It was good either way.

Josh felt it force its way in gently, but still, it's a much bigger thing trying to fit in to small hole.

"Oh, Josh, you're so tight... And your ass is so hot."

Clearly whatever ass you're about to stuff your cock in is going to be hot. Right? That is, if you're doing it to living people, not plastic dolls or anything like that.

Shawn apparently was no rookie to that thing, because he managed his way in with no pain whatsoever, it also helped the fact that he wasn't as thick as Matt. Josh moans were almost inaudible to anyone outside of the kitchen. His partner though, could hear it very well, since their bodies were essentially one at that moment, and his hands kept a firm yet tender grip on Josh's hips while he delivered such a nice performance. Josh was loving it every thrust. He couldn't even say those were thrusts. It felt natural, like he could do it everyday, maybe twenty times a day and he wouldn't feel pain ever.

While the Mississippi boy was building up his load he sped things up a bit, kissing Josh's neck. Josh himself turned his head to the side a little and they managed a kiss not interrupting the sex, but a twisted kiss like that wasn't totally comfortable... Shawn grabbed on to Josh's cock and jerked him off and he was now ramming that ass so fast, he could cum at anytime now.

Oh, boy... It happened. The load of boy sperm, the hot juices flew from Shawn inside Josh with powerful spurts, landing somewhere inside the boy but having an effect that was beyond the actual contact of body fluids. Josh wouldn't let Shawn finish jerking him, he came kissing Shawn instead. Oh man, that was so freaking good. Our boy forgot at all his previous thoughts during the whole banging moment though he would soon bring them back. Not now, Josh. Just enjoy the moment, you know?

And enjoy they did. Shawn took advantage of his better build body, and grabbed the light-weight Josh, and placed him sat on the counter. Really bare-butt on the counter. If he'd thought again, you know, he could maybe think of something else, or someplace else. The counter, dude? Whatever, sex is sex and people will get things going regardless of the place or how gross it would sound to prepare any sort of food after having your neighbor'scum-filled-ass right there...

Josh was higher than Shawn and just bent forward to kiss his boy. They spent a good time at it like there was nothing else in the world to do. But there were things to be done. There were burgers waiting grilling, a pesto sauce that Josh didn't understand how would turn out. Just to mention that household alone. So, boys, let's get this thing done, ok?

The boys managed to get decent again, not before a few funny remarks about we-just-did-it-in-the-kitchen that Shawn managed to let out.

Shawn went back to his cooking and Josh spotted the laptop over the opposite counter hooked to a speaker.

"Can I play some music?"

"Sure, pick something you like."

"Oh, I'm just gonna play it on shuffle."

The speaker started "Soak up the sun" by Sheryl Crow, Josh resumed shaping the burgers. The following song hit Shawn. It was Elton John's "Daniel". When the first chords began playing he thought he could get by it but, when the lyrics went on he felt his body reacting against his will. He closed his eyes very tight hoping to send it away but made it only worse as the images were brought back from some place in his mind that he'd declared forbidden to be visisted.

Josh seemed not to have noticed his discomfort and the pain that was building inside of him. Shawn just grabbed the edge of the counter so hard when the line "Do you still feel the pain of the scars that won't heal." That was it, there was no holding back the tears, and Shawn let them out, with a sobbing that got to Josh. Tears rolled down and he seemed devastated.

"What's wrong, Shawn?"

No answer. Josh noticed his hands grabbing the counter and he asked again what was wrong. The scars that wouldn't heal were Shawn's. Daniel, not the one in the song, but the one in his life would never come back. He wasn't in Spain, he was no long anywhere in the world Shawn could just go and see him. It was not far enough in time to not get to Shawn.

"Oh, sorry, Josh... This song reminds me of someone who's gone..."

"Oh, shit. It's your mother, right? Oh, sorry, Shawn..."

Josh quickly clicked on the next song. It was Hanson's "Where's the love" and Josh hoped it would not bring up any bad memories of the deceased mother.

It was not the mother the song brought up, but Josh gave him a plausible excuse for the crying. Josh came to him and held him in his arms. The kids embraced not speaking a word. Shawn let his head fall onto Josh's shoulder until he could wear off those images that usually got to him late at night when he was alone in bad. Damned Elton John! He should have deleted that song long ago. But how could he? That seemed to be one thing that still connected Shawn to Daniel. Few minutes in Josh's arms calmed Shawn.

"I'm really sorry, Shawn..."

"It's ok, buddy, you wouldn't know."

"Better now?"

"Yes, yes. Let's just go on with the burgers."

Darlene Mayer was not happy at all with the 50 mile drive she was compelled to in a Sunday afternoon. Why those fucker Monteiros needed she to get out of Georgetown and drive all the way up to a forgotten place in the surroundings of Greshan, a minor community in Marion County?

The lawyer had in mind what the Capo Monteiro had told her: "Trust no one of my sons. They're a bunch of shit. The person you'll listen to is my daughter in law, married to my youngest, Heather Crystal. She refuses to use the Monteiro."

Darlene avoided the main roads and drove by the back ones, going through farms and small villes. She drove with the windows down smoking her Winstons one after another.

The house was inconspicuous, and it was probably intended. She got past bodyguards and entered the house, where a big discussion was taking place. The three sons of Capo Monteiro were aged 31, 37 and 43. Ian Monteiro was the middle one's kid, and Vlad was the oldest's kid. That was what the fuss was all about. The parents of the young dead wanted to give no more money to those cops, what they really wanted was to kill them. Darlene wanted out of there. Just give me the damned money and I'll drive back. She wasn't paid for that.

The Capo's favorite emerged from the inside of the house and threw a vase on the wooden floor. Everyone stopped talking. When the silence was enough for her, she started.

"Shut up you all. You wanna kill those cops and then what? Are you going down to the jail and have your father outta there yourselves? Really? Do you have any other cops at your disposal as we speak? No? I thought so. I am sure those stupid cops are gonna have their reward for killing those 'lovely kids'..."

She did say 'lovely kids' with tremendous disdain. But she allowed no one to 'interpellate' her. She continued immediately after.

"Who's gonna decide how and when they'll be paying is your father. HE is in jail as we speak. He is the head of this family. And if those cops need a little more money to have him out, what the fucking problem? I say we give them."

Darlene respected this Heather woman. She was not in her thirties yet, but she was eloquent, clear, and her voice emanated authority.

She ordered everyone out but the Capo's sons.

"You three go get the money she needs. How much is it dear?"

"They say they need 20 grand."

"Ok. Take 25 and bring to us in the office."

The powerful womand led the way to the office and inside apologized for the childish behavior of her brothers in law and her own husband.

"They're a bunch of spoiled brats."

"No need to apologize. The Capo told me I should only listen to you."

"Sweet man my father in law. He's undergoing an awful ordeal. And he doesn't know his grandsons have been killed. But here, only the two of us talking, they were not worthy. They would die anyway working in the family business. I understand their pain and their thirst for blood but we have to be practical. First things first. With the capo out, he'll get things going."

Darlene drove back to Georgetown with the trunk of her Honda Accord with 20 thousand dollars to the cops in paper bags. She had 5 grand all to herself, off the books, as a token of appreciation for driving to Greshan no questions asked. The family would know how to compensate her in the future, she was told so.

"Shawn, this pesto thing over the burger is really kicking ass."

"I know, right? I just wanna lick the plate clean when I do this..."

"Did you come up with the recipe?"

"No... I'm really not THAT talented. I got the recipe somewhere in the web."

"Well, I'm not saying anything, but your rice is quite good too."

"Thank you, cutie..."

As they were done with the burgers, Josh had that thought back in his mind, the one he had before.

"Shawn, do you think I'm a whore?"

"What?" Shawn gasped for air.

"A whore. Do you think I'm a whore?"

"Why would I ever think that?"

"Well, you know I'm doing stuff with Matt, right?"

"Of course, you told me."

"And, I'm also doing stuff with you."

"So?"

"So, I'm doing it with the both of you... Doesn't that mean I'm a whore?"

"Really man. I don't think that way. I mean. We're all young, pretty much learning how to deal with our own stuff and, man, no. There's no way you're a whore. You can really have as much sex you want with as many boys you'd like and still no one could call you a whore."

"I don't know..."

"Do you feel bad you're doing it with me and Matt?"

"It's not that I feel bad. But I think too much about sex these days. And last week I was still a virgin."

"I didn't know that."

"See."

"But anyway, if you're having fun, not hurting anyone in the process, I think you're good."

"You really mean that?"

"Sure. And, well, not to mention there's no wonder you love doing Matt."

"Why?"

"Haven't you noticed? He's damned hot!"

"He is, right? And he's pretty hung!"

Josh covered his mouth after saying that. Shit! What'd I just say?

Shawn picked on that and laughed at it.

"Is he now?"

"Oh, shit, let's just forget I said that?"

"No way in hell! Now I wanna know how much."

"I don't know how much, but it's bigger than mine. All right, let's NOT talk about that, right?"

"Oh... Ok, then."

Shawn was not going to let it go but first they had to clean up the kitchen, which they did while kissing, pecking on the lips. The whole romantic gay stuff.

After those things, Shawn and Josh went to the living and Shawn pulled Josh down to the sofa with him, Shawn laying on top of Josh. Shawn was in a very playful mood, tickling Josh, poking. Both kids were having a blast.

Josh was catching his breath up while Shawn got out of the sofa and got back with a ruler.

"What are you up to, Shawn?"

"Oh, really?"

Shawn jumped over Josh, and they kissed a lot, while Shawn worked his way down to unbuttoning Josh's shorts.

Josh was hard as he was supposed to be, and Shawn placed the ruler. He measured up 7¼ inches.

"That's really big, Josh."

"You think?"

"Man you have to be confident of yourself. You gotta a big one..."

"If I'm over 7, then Matt should be over 8 inches!"

"That's real big..."

"What about yours, Shawn?"

"Do you wanna check?"

All right, that's just some lame excuse to put hands on another cock. But it's fun anyway. Shawn measured up 6 and half inches. Josh thought that was really good, not much different than his own.

They went back kissing passionately, and Shawn was jerking off Josh real good.

"Man, I might make a mess here..."

"Pull up your shirt."

Shawn continued to stroke Josh's meat and kissing him. It felt so damned good. Josh thought if he was a whore, he was loving it every second. That thing was starting to fade in him as he felt he was going to cum real soon. He tried to put his hand over his cock not to have cum all around but Shawn wouldn't let him. The Mississippi boy was determined to have him shooting a big messy dirty load.

"Shawn, I cumming!"

Said and done. The cum spurted all over Josh's chest and flat belly.

"Wow, Josh, that's beautiful."

"And messy, Shawn..."

"Well, it's dessert!"

"What?"

Shawn said no more, he licked the whole load off Josh and took his time doing it, biting Josh's nipples in the process. Being a whore is really not half bad, Josh concluded.

Matt called Josh several times when he was with Shawn in the sofa. The phone buzzed but neither of those horny kids paid attention to it. Josh returned when he got back home.

"Where were you man?"

"I was at Shawn's."

"Oh... May I ask doing what?"

"Uh, you may not."

"Oh, man, you're doing him?"

"What? 'Course not!"

"You are so busted! Hahahaha!"

"That's what you think!"

"Just tell me already, how's he? What have you done?"

There was no use keeping those things from Matt.

"Do you really wanna know those things over the phone?"

"No, we're so defitenely meeting. I want the nasty details..."

"Ohohoh. All right, I have to pick up my brother in the mall, wanna go there with me?"

"Sure."

"Get yourself ready, I'll be on your house in thirty minutes."

Maybe Josh was no whore, he probably was a horny teenager, as horny as Shawn, maybe not as horny as Matt, but still a very horny one.

As soon as Matt set foot into the car, he started grilling Josh with questions about his sex developments with Shawn. Josh was resignated to his brand new self conciousness of being super horny and fed his friends all details.

He started with the kissing and the blowjob in Josh's room. Then Josh fucked Shawn after shower in the new neighbor's house, then the blowjob in the Briggance's kitchen. That one had Matt all worked up. Then he moved on to being fucked in the kitchen few hours before, and the amazing hand job followed by cum-licking...

Josh thought Matt would jerk off in the car. Matt, who was having trouble on how to throw in Chad's idea of fucking Josh, saw a window of opportunity present itself, that was it.

"You know, I was talking to Chad the other day, and we were discussing guys we thought are hot."

Josh couldn't really picture Chad, the jock, discussing hot guys, but anyway.

"And I mentioned you, and he thinks you're real hot."

"No shit, Matt."

"Yes. And he said he would totally do you."

"Do me? He said those words? Do me?"

"Yup. What do you think about it?"

"Don't know, man. Pretty crazy, huh? Me and Chad? I mean, he's hot no doubt. But I don't know, I basically never talked to the guy..."

"But I would be in it too."

"Whaaaat? The three of us? As in, like, a threesome?"

"Pretty much."

"What you think about it, Matt?"

"I liked the idea. Have you ever thought of doing it with?"

Josh had a vast experience with gay teen videos, and he loved those with three boys sucking, fucking... For a second he could picture him in a room with Chad and Matt. Horny teenager got the best of him again, lust taking control of his reason.

"I think that could happen."

"Really?"

"I guess. You see, just few days back I was still a virgin. Now I've been doing it with you, I've been doing it with Shawn. What if I do it with the high school hottest guy?"

"It's a great opportunity to land the hottest guy in our school, just like you said it."

"All we have to live is this one life, right?"

"I think that way."

"Who cares, I say we do it."

"All right, I'm just gonna set the details with him, I mean, when and where, you know?"

"I'm probably going to be alone in the house sometime next week."

Matt smiled as that went real easy. He'd score many points with Chad and join the popular guys in school. Oh, life is good! He was horny as hell and just grabbed Josh's cock as they entered the mall's parking lot. Josh was rock hard. Oh, yeah, life is real good!

The parking lot in a Sunday evening is not the place for doing that kind of stuff, so Matt just let go of his friend's cock quickly. They walked around and talked stuff for a while until Jordan called his brother, telling him the movie was over.

"I'm already at the mall, dude. Meet me in the food court."

Jordan and Aaron were very happy after their movie session and the four boys talked a lot while the youngers ate sandwiches and the olders had their big milkshakes. Jordan was a lot nicer these days, especially when around Aaron. That boy was a good influence on him.

Mark White-Robertson, the PI, was waiting for Richard in front of the Gazette's building first thing Monday morning.

"I wasn't expecting you."

"I have update on your cops. They've been busy."

"Oh really? Let's go for some coffee. I don't want people in the paper eavesdropping on us."

"Ok, Desbordes. Our 'Free bird Brief' is now getting thicker."

"Free bird Brief?"

"Yes, I was thinking of 'The Pelican Brief', you know, the movie, the book?"

"I know that."

"So, I thought it was nice to put a name to it."

"And you came up with 'Free bird brief'?"

"Yes. Your bird being the Monteiro fella they want free..."

"Whatever, I get the picture. Feed me what you got."

The PI had images of Lopez and Miles parked nearby the cemetery Sunday night. Darlene Mayer parks near them as well. Miles go to her car and gets two paper bags loaded.

"What's in the paperbag?"

"Money?"

"How much?"

"Have no idea, Richard. Enough to fill two bags."

"All right. Keep on."

Then they exchanged some words. I had to hide far away from them so I couldn't hear what they said. Then the lawyer went off. Next thing you'll see in the photos, Miles go to a pharmacy got some pills then your guys went for a bar outside town, and they met with some guy. Miles went inside to talk to the guy. Lopez waited in the car. So I waited outside too and had my business partner go inside check it all out.

"When you say business partner you mean your blonde receptionist."

"Receptionist slash business partner slash whatever you think she is."

"Ok, so what she got inside?"

"What I myself couldn't have gotten. Check this."

Miles and the guy he went inside to meet talked a little, she could listen some of the things they said.

"You just slip it to him with this note when you deliver his food."

"And I'll never hear from you again."

"That's it. I never saw you ever in my life. Ok?"

"Ok."

Richard was listening with wide open eyes.

"That's a very nice conversation. Do you have it recorded?"

"No, Rick. But then they went outside and I got pictures of the money bag changing hands, and the bottle, presumably with pills."

"Well, that should be enough. But wait. Who's that guy?"

"You didn't let me finish. After they went out, my 'business partner' asked around about the guy. Turns out, hold your breath, he works in the county jail. I know what you're thinking. So, he handed pills to the guy, and some money. You don't really need to have a diploma to understand what it's all about."

"And you deserve a bonus for getting me all of this in photos."

"His name is written down in the folder as well as his address and other information. When do I get that bonus?"

"I said you deserve a bonus. I said nothing about you getting it."

"I was already spending it."

"A fancy restaurant. Your business partner... I can imagine. Tell you what: keep this good work and I'll fight for a bonus. Deal?"

"Deal."

"Ok. Gotta run, Mark. Gotta go through all of this and, of course, show it to my editor."

After digging throug the sugarcane field and not finding a single trace of the money. Miles had the idea of checking all places on the road the Monteiros allegedly dumped the money. One of those places had to have a camera.

Turns out they found a bar, owned by a senior citizen, that actually had two cameras on its lot. One turned north, the other turned to the south.

Miles went alone on this one, Monday morning, talked the old man and convinced him to show the images from the specific day. The upper left corner of the screen showed the part of the sugarcane field right before St. Claire church.

There it was. The black Taurus breaking. One guy comes out, throw the briefcase and they turned to the dirt road. Moments later the police car comes around the curve, and stops at the church lot. This part of the image was off the camera, hidden by the trees. The image is forwarded. The police car goes back to the dirt road. AND THERE IT WAS.

The two kids cross the road. One of them get into the sugarcane field. Moments later he comes out holding in his hands what seems to be the briefcase. IT IS THE BRIEFCASE. Now it's just a matter to see where they go. They head south instead of north! Maybe they're not from Georgetown County! DAMMIT!

The image is so far that it is impossible to identify the numbers in the plate. But anyway. How many Green Volkswagen Golf Cabrios in Mount Pleasant and Georgetown County?

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