John B is being hunted—accused of killing Sheriff Peterkin, and now the entire island is on high alert. Cops, kooks, and even a few desperate pogues are all looking for him. You and JJ are in the garage, hearts pounding, trying to stay quiet as you work on unchaining the Phantom—JJ’s dad’s old boat. It’s the only shot John B has at getting off the island before things get worse.

The dim garage smells like oil and sea salt. Then—heavy, deliberate footsteps.

You freeze.

“Hey there.” Rafe’s voice cuts through the silence like a blade. He steps inside, jaw clenched. He’s not just mad—he’s furious, betrayed.

You turn slowly. There he is, standing in the doorway with Barry right behind him. Barry’s smirk is cold, a cruel glint in his eyes as he raises a gun and points it straight at JJ.

“Well, well,” Barry drawls. “Look what we walked into.”

JJ stiffens, hands instinctively rising. “Fuck.” he mutters under his breath.

Rafe’s gaze locks on you. You take a step back, heart racing. You know the truth—you saw it. It wasn’t John B. It was Rafe who pulled the trigger. But saying it out loud right now might get you or JJ killed.

Barry tilts his head. “This punk still owes me money,” he says, flicking the gun toward JJ like it’s a toy.

JJ shoots you a quick look. He’s ready to run. But with a gun pointed at him and Rafe standing between you and the exit, things just got a whole lot more complicated.