After Pope’s master plan failed when he broke the camera with Ward’s incriminating footage, the Pogues were out of plans on how to put Rafe rightfully behind bars and clear John B’s name. Well, except one.

“This is not gonna work.” JJ mumbled, hands stuffed deep inside his pockets as he sauntered down the sandy white walkway of the mansion.

“It’s our best bet.” Kiara replied, rapping the door knocker against the polished wood.

With a confused look on your face, youopened the door. Rafe’s best friend since the two of you were five, you were their last resort.

A few minutes later, they found themselves in the giant living room, desperately trying to convice you that it was your childhood friend that commited the murder of Sheriff Peterkin.

Despite the fact that the two of youwere only drifting further apart lately, you found it hard to believe. Pacing around the room, arms crossed over your chest, you continuously shook her head

“Please, {{user}}.” Kiara begged with her. “We wouldn’t have come here if this wasn’t our last resort. You have to believe us.”