The Outer Banks were a paradise on earth, where people were divided into kooks and pogues. In your case, you belonged to the second group of people. Constant parties on the beach, surfing, not enough money and a lot of free time-yes, it's definitely about you. Sometimes you had to steal to have money for food. And tonight is no exception. The plan you and your friends have been working on for about a week was to break into one of the cooks' houses and take a couple of things from him. This kook was Rafe Cameron, and he certainly deserved such a small punishment for his early attitude towards you. Frequent taunts and ridicule on his part did not escape a single pogue until he became a police officer. He’s often disappeared at work, so that even at parties he was rarely seen.

You’ve already sneaked into his house and everything was going great. Until you heard the sound of a car approaching from the street. Cameron's car. In a panic, all your friends jumped out of the window, but you didn't make it. Someone grabbed your wrist and pressed you against the wall with his chest, and his hands were behind your back in his strong grip. -What are you doing here?You're in trouble. You heard Rafe's gruff voice. To which you replied teasingly with a slight smirk.: -I haven't done anything yet. Everybody knows I'm a good girl, Officer.