Where She Lies

Chapter 6: Brotherly Love

"I'm warning you, I have pepperspray!" I shout while keeping my eyes closed.

"First off," Trevor snorts, "You wouldn't pepperspray me. Secondly, I can see that you don't have any. And thirdly, I'm not an intruder. Well, technically I could be considered one since I broke in through your upstairs window after climbing into a tree and jumping onto your balcony...But that's besides the point."

"Trevor?" I open my eyes to look at him.

"Mmm hmm. That's my name, don't wear it out."

"How did you get here so fast?" I gap at him.

"I wasn't that far away from your house to begin with. In fact, I was already on my way over to drop off some breakfast for you. I went to SqUiSHy's earlier this morning."

He raises his right hand to indeed reveal a SqUiSHy's take-out bag, and I rip it out of his grasp.

"Thanks, I'm starving," I march back down the steps, "Who knew that having your house broken into would make you hungry?"

Behind me Trevor chuckles as he follows me into my kitchen. His eyes fix on the graffiti as we pass it. I slide the bag of delicious not-so-good-for-you food onto the table. Before I know it I find myself sitting down and grinning like a maniac at the bag while rubbing my hands together with delight.

"By the way you might want to try locking your upstairs windows. I got in pretty quickly and apparently so did whoever else was here earlier." Trevor sighs.

"Yeah, mmm hmm," I zone him out, "Sure."

I grab a sandwich from out of the bag and greedily shove it into my mouth. Trevor silently leans against the counter and watches me eat with an amused look on his face.

"Do you always eat like this?" He asks.

"Nope." I pop the 'p'.

"Suureee." Trevor rolls his eyes.

I scrunch up my nose and scowl at him, taking a break from my food.

"Hey," I whine, "You saw me eat before at the diner."

"That's different."

"How?"

"It's a public place."

"So what?" I mumble as I take another bite from the sandwich.

"Nevermind..." He sighs.

"Oh," A thought pops into my mind, "I should probably mention something to you."

I can trust Trevor, can't I?

"Huh?" He stares at me expectantly.

"A police officer stopped by my house earlier. She said that Anna may have left little notes, like clues, wherever she went."

"Okay...And?"

"And I thought that the entire idea was ridiculous, so I slammed the door in her face."

"Seriously," Trevor snorts, "I can't believe you did that. Out of curiosity what is this leading to?"

"Whenever I woke up this morning not only did the person who broke in graffiti my wall, they took some of my papers."

"Ah," Trevor's interest seems to have peaked, "I see."

"Do you think that it's a coincidince?"

"No," He shakes his head," I don't believe in coincidences. All things happen for a reason or happen because someone meant for them to happen. It's utterly hard for me to believe that this could be related just by a random chance. A very, very low random chance may I add."

"Oh."

"Anyways, I'm pretty sure that our plan is fullproof now."

"Our plan?" I look up at him.

"Yeah, our plan to break Quinn Deupre out of jail."

"Are you sure?" I watch him with skeptical eyes.

"Absolutely."

"Well," I slide my bag across the table, "Let's review one last time, shall we?"

"We shall - but in the car."

"What?" I blink at him stupidly.

He walks over to where I'm sitting and throws me over his shoulder, causing me to squeak.

"We're going to break him out - now."

"W-"

He cuts me off before I can even get a word in.

"I'll explain why as soon as we get in the car. However, right now we have no time to lose. It's a good thing you ate fast."

He opens the front door and carries me down the front pathway.

"Wait! What about my house? It isn't locked!" I shout.

"I wouldn't exactly have shouted that out loud," He chuckles, "But what's the worse that could happen? You've already been broken into."

"Okay," I sigh in defeat as I'm thrown into his truck, "Do you even have the supplies?"

"Yep." He says as he goes around the other side and hops into the driver's seat.

"You were planning this all along, weren't you?" I narrow my eyes at him.

"Yeah, I was."

"Can you explain now? After all, we are in the car."

Trevor sighs as he puts the car in drive and places his hands on the wheel. He gives me a sideways glance before gluing his gaze back to the road, even though he isn't driving yet.

"Quinn's sentence was changed last night." Trevor states.

"And?"

"He's going to be executed..."

"What! Why?" I gasp.

"He was accused of your sister's murder." Trevor looks back at me.

I give him a look of disgust and confusion as he looks back at the road and hits the gas pedal.

"That makes absolutely no sense." I scowl.

"I know it doesn't," He shakes his head and his eyebrows furrow, "And you know what else is even more confusing?"

"What?"

"The detective who made the case that he should be executed was Wyatt."