Where She Lies

Chapter 4: Sorry, I'm Not a Criminal

It's about seven O'clock now and I'm ready for my meeting with Trevor at who knows where. However, I'm not supposed to come until eight so I decide to flip through the movie channels on TV. Pretty soon an hour flies by and I sadly turn off the movie I've chosen. I grab my coat from the coat rack by my door and stare at the address that Trevor gave me. Huh? 662 Melody Lane. Maybe he lives there? Funny enough it's only a few blocks away from my house and I never even went there.

I suspect it'll take about ten minutes to get there, but oh well. Since Melody Lane is so close I think I'll just jog there. I stand on my porch and lock my door before jogging off at a steady pace. I smile as I feel the wind blow through my hair and hit my face. After awhile I stumble upon a tan house with gothic black fencing and a stone pathway. The address on the mailbox reads 662 and so I jog up the pathway.

When I reach the porch I ring the white doorbell and wait for a response. I frown as I get no response. I go to ring it again, but a warm hand wraps around my mouth and the other around my waist. I let out a muffled scream as I get dragged backwards into an alleyway. My attacker releases me and I whirl around to face whoever it is, ready to put up a fight. I end up staring none other than Trevor right in the eyes.

"I knew it," I gasp, "You ARE a murderer! You were about to kidnap me and take me to your secret basement where you torture people before killing them with no traces of anything and-"

He just starts to laugh uncontrollably as I stand there explaining my theory to him.

"What," I pause and look at him funnily, "What's so funny?"

"You." He says between laughs.

"What about me?" I scrunch up my nose.

"If I were going to kidnap you, why would I have let you go? Furthermore I'm not a criminal."

I open my mouth to make a smart-alic comment but my retort dies in my mouth as I realize that he's right.

"Then why did you drag me over here? Couldn't you have, oh I don't know, tapped me on the shoulder and said hey let's meet in the alley!" I complain.

"Because nobody can know that you came here. If they see you talking to me it'll all be ruined."

"You didn't seem to have a problem with talking to me in the diner earlier."

"That's because it's a public place. You can bump into anyone anywhere and it won't even seem suspicious." He sighs.

"Okay...Care to explain to me why nobody can see me with you on private property?"

"Because they'd get suspicious if we were to get caught."

"Get caught doing what, exactly?" I snort.

"Breaking Quinn Deupre out of jail."

We stand there in silence for a few moments. I breathe out the cold nighttime air and it looks like whisps of smoke in the air. I gather my thoughts together before finally finding the right words to say.

"I'm sorry, what?"

"We're going to break Quinn Deupre out of jail."

"And why exactly would WE be doing that?" I frown.

"Because, think about it. Wyatt dropped the case, didn't he? I'm betting you went to him, didn't you? I'm also betting that he shut down completely when you mentioned his brother being able to help, am I right?"

"You are..."

"Don't you find it the slightest bit weird. I talked to some of Quinn's old friends as well as Wyatt's and apparently Quinn is smarter than Wyatt - Much smarter. However he is known to be a tease and also a flirt at times apparently."

"Wait, Quinn's smarter than Wyatt?" I ask, baffled.

"Yeah."

"Yet Quinn's in jail?"

"Yep..."

"And Wyatt's a detective..."

"Uh - Huh."

"You're right...That doesn't make any sense. It's as if Quinn wanted to be in jail." My frown deepens with suspicion.

"That's the thing, Quinn claimed to be in the wrong place at the wrong time, thus showing that he didn't want to be in jail."

"Maybe he said that because he figured that would make him look like he wanted to be innocent. Of course he probably is now that you mention it, but he was smart enough that he would use that type of thinking to get people to think he's a criminal. He could've made them think that he wanted to be proven innocent to hide the fact that he secretly wanted to be there." I say.

"I considered that as being possible, but it could be wrong."

"So why break him out?"

"Because I think we both know something's off. And I also think that we both know he can help, despite what Wyatt helps. Don't you also think it's odd that there was another murder of a younger woman today? I have a feeling more will happen..."

"I'm sorry," I look at my feet, "But I'm not a criminal."

"Not yet, anyways."

"No," I raise my gaze to his and grin, "Not yet, anyways."