Listette watches Trevor with a daring look on her face as she tilts her drink in her hand.
"Is that so?" Listette smiles like Cheshire Cat.
"We just came here to talk to Listette." Quinn turns to Trevor.
"Yeah," Trevor points at Wyatt, "But then he had to show up."
"What's your point, Trevor? Am I doing something wrong by simply wanting to escort my fugitive brother back to jail? After all, that's the law, isn't it?" Wyatt challenges.
Trevor clenches his hands into fists and unclenches them repeatedly while glowering at Wyatt.
"Wyatt, can you please just let us talk to Listette and leave Quinn alone for now?" I cross my arms.
"What makes you think I'd tell you anything?" Listette scowls at me.
"Actually, Listette," Wyatt raises up a hand to keep her from protesting even more, "Perhaps we can make a deal that works for everyone."
"Deal? What kind of deal?" I narrow my eyes suspiciously at Wyatt.
"If Quinn comes with me, you get to talk to Listette without her objecting." Wyatt offers.
"Hey, I'm not going to-" Listette starts to whine.
"You'll do as instructed, won't you?" Wyatt questions Listette.
Listette's jaw clenches shut and she stops complaining. Instead she just sends a glare in my direction as she continues to drink from her Martini Glass.
"Deal." Quinn struggles to get the word out, but he says it.
My eyes widen as I stare at Quinn as if he's grown a second head.
"Quinn, don't do this. We can find another way to-"
"It has to be this way." Quinn's words silence me.
Quinn's gaze challenges mine and in his eyes I sense that he won't back down, such a stubborn boy. Although, he wouldn't go back to jail willingly, so he must have a good reason for this. If not, I'm going to be the one to kill him instead of his death sentence.
"Fine." I sigh in defeat.
Everyone else looks at Trevor for an answer, everyone but Listette, of course. Trevor shifts around on his feet while a frown gets etched onto his face.
"I guess." Trevor reluctantly agrees.
This time everyone turns to look at Miss-I'm-not-doing-crap who's staring right back at us.
"What," Listette scowls, "It's not like I have a choice, I have to agree.
"Then it's a deal." Wyatt flashes his smile to Quinn.
"Sadly, yes." I mutter under my breath.
Wyatt takes a pair of handcuffs out of his back pocket and approaches Quinn to put them on him. I wince at the sight of Quinn being handcuffed, it just feels wrong. I feel so helpless even though I agreed to this.
"Wait," Quinn speaks up, "You can march me out of here after I hear for myself what Listette has to say."
"I suppose that's fair." Wyatt nods, but grimaces.
"So," Listette sits down her Martini in a princess-like manner, "What do you want to know?"
"Does Wyatt have to be here for this?" Trevor snorts.
"I can't leave him alone, he might try to escape." Wyatt shoots back.
"Fine." Trevor shrugs.
"Well?" Listette stares expectantly at us.
"What have you been up to lately?" I question her.
"Stuff that I can't admit to." Listette beams up at me.
"Like murder?" Trevor quips.
"Are you accusing me of killing Miss Cranky's sister over here?" Listette raises her perfectly waxed eyebrows.
"Shut up and answer the question." I grit through my teeth.
"No," Listette rolls her eyes, "I didn't kill anyone."
"And how do we know we can trust you?" I snap.
"Because," Listette's eyes drift to Wyatt, "I know who did, and I'm not the only one in this room who knows."
The tension in the room seems to suddenly increase as Listette continues to stare Wyatt down.
"Who?" My voice comes out just above a whisper.
Just before Listette can answer, Wyatt cuts her off.
"I think that's quite enough." Wyatt clears his throat.
"You're just keeping her from telling us the truth. I think you know more than you're letting on, Wyatt." Trevor jabs a finger in his direction.
"Leave me out of this! I'm just trying to get justice!" Wyatt roars and starts to march Quinn away.
"Justice," Trevor laughs, "You call this justice? Marching an innocent person off to jail?"
Wyatt stops in his tracks as if Trevor's words froze him to the floor. Wyatt slowly turns around and I gasp when I see the feral expression on Wyatt's face. If looks could kill, Trevor would be dead right about now.
"Don't you dare question the legal system." Wyatt snaps.
"The legal system? This isn't the legal system! This is your screwed up system!" Trevor shouts.
Thankfully because of the loud music this isn't making too much of a scene for people to notice, except for those who already have.
"If this is what you call the legal system, then it missed quite a few people, one of them being you, Wyatt." I speak up.
"Kimberly, what are you doing?" Quinn hisses.
"I'm proving a point." I say flatly.
"What point?" Wyatt's expression turns into a mix of frustration and confusion.
"That you should be in jail." I smile my sweetest smile to Wyatt.
"What?" Wyatt chokes on the word.
"You're a murderer, Wyatt." My voice turns as cold as ice.
Several expressions pass across Wyatt's face in that moment, regret, rage, hatred, sorrow, and so many more. He quickly composes himself and lets out a strained laugh.
"I don't have time for this." Wyatt waves a dismissive hand and turns back to Quinn.
He continues to march Quinn out of the building in handcuffs as the rest of us stare in their direction.
"You can't run from this, Wyatt!" I shout, even though he's outside now.
And somehow, even through the blasting music, I manage to hear a sound I wish I never heard - the sound of a gunshot ringing through my ears.
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Where She Lies
Misteri / Thriller19 Year old Kimberly McClain never expected to file a missing persons report for her older sister. Nor did she expect that when her sister was found, she'd be lying dead in a clearing in the woods. It just so happens that Kimberly's sister was the f...
