Part Ten

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The rain hit the windshield, which wiped away periodically. I pulled onto the tight street, saw the shadiest looking house on the block, and pulled up. I walked up the stairs to Lester's house. I stood under the awning and rang the doorbell. Noticing the camera, I looked up, into it.

"Lester! Look! I know you're mad at me, but I can help get him back. Lester?"

The door unlocked, and I pushed through it. I looked around before seeing a cleared walk way between cardboard boxes leading to the next room. I walked through, and Lester was sitting at a computer.

"Thank's for stopping by, Eden. But you should leave." He never turned from the computer to see me.

"Lester?" I walked closer to him.

"Do you have a death wish? Trevor Philips has committed every crime in the book. They needed to bust him for one thing to land him straight in the pen."

"But Lester. It's Trevor, your old friend. You are supposed to bust him out."

"No, Eden. You were supposed to open the gate. And keep it open. You get him out yourself."

"I can't. Not without you. We have to get him back."

"Why? So you can tell him you love him? How romantic. I have no interest in being there for your reunion."

"So just help me out with the planning. Call your people."

"Eden."

"Come on! He is waiting on you to-"

"He better not wait on me! I've been waiting on you to grow up and do your damn job! And look where it got you. Look where it got Trevor. I get it, you realize you do want to sleep with him. That's just great for you. But remember what I said; He's a waste of your damn time."

"That may be true. But T needs us to help him. I know I let you down. And I'm really sorry. But he needs us to bust him out. I did this and I need to fix it, I just need your help. Please Lester? Please?"

He sighed, and turned away from his computer. "Come on, let's go. We better get moving. Call Taliana, Have her tell Michael to call me."

"Thank you. So so much. Where are we going?"

"To scope out what you are getting yourself into. We are going to Sandy Shores."

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