She looks at both of us, turning her head back and forth. "You really think Trevor did this? But, why? I don't understand. Should I ask him? Should I text him?"
I answer her right away. "You don't have any communication with him till I know it's safe. Nothing, Lori. I don't have any answers right now, but you can bet I'm going to find out even if it kills me." Maybe those were not the best words to say because they both gasp out loud. "Ladies, it's a figure of speech." My phone rings at the exact moment.
I see that it's Jackson. "Yeah?" I ask.
"We got something. I'm going to three way Thomas in. He's been at it all night," he says while putting Thomas on. "Okay, I'm with Mick. What do you have?"
"Fuck, what don't I have? First thing, the license plate you took yesterday. The car is registered to a dummy corporation. I'm trying to get who owns it, but it's all fucking criss-crossed. One name leading to another till you get back to square one. Two, this fucking kid Trevor...his prints are all over your girl's house."
"I know he's there all the time." I look at them both, watching them watch me. "All the fucking time."
"Yeah, well, is there any reason we would have his fingerprints all over Marissa's stuff? Like all over her drawers, her fucking shower soap?"
I look down, trying to keep my rage intact till I can get out of here. "What else you have?"
"His apartment that he has on file is a fake one. No such address. But get this, the fingerprints that we picked up aren't Trevor's."
"What do you mean? You just told me they were."
"Oh, they're 'Trevor's' but that isn't his name. His name is Tim Bennett," he says, blowing out a huge breath. "Both parents dead and so is his younger brother, Trevor."
I hear Jackson curse out. "He's been using a fake name. So I pulled Tim's record. Not a lot off of it. Some small shit selling and stuff but nothing extreme. I also have an address for him. Get this, in a ritzy high-rise. Now how does someone with no family, no money, nothing afford that shit?"
"We need to hit up that apartment," I say, and Jackson agrees.
"I just called Chris in. We do this, we do this now, and we do this fast. My guess is that he knows we are on to him, and we don't want him leaving town before we get him. I say twenty minutes we meet at his place, pack your heat. I'll also pass this with captain in case we need backup."
We all agree. I hang up, rushing around the house, getting my clothes and dressing. I take out my gun box, opening it up and taking an extra two just in case. I look up. The fear on both girls' faces has gotten them to sit there pale and shaking. "It's just in case." I go into the bathroom to put on my bulletproof vest. I'm not taking my chances. He might be a loose cannon.
I walk out, looking at both of them. "Brian, a security guy is downstairs, and he's going to be guarding the house. You do not leave under any circumstances, unless you hear it from me," I tell them, knowing it's a lot to take in. "I need to go, but I need to know that you hear me."
They both nod at me. I go in, kiss Lori on the head, and then go to Marissa. "I'll be back later." I kiss her lips softly, letting the kiss linger.
"Promise?" she says, and I nod at her.
"Promise." And with that, I walk out of the house.
We all meet at the corner of the high-rise that Tim lives in. Jackson and I get there first, but not a second later Chris and Thomas climb out of their cars. "Okay, I got someone on the inside to give me the scope. There are two ways in, elevator and stairs. Now his apartment is in a corner right next to the stairs."
"I'll take the stairs," Jackson says. "With Chris." We look over at Chris and see him shake his head.
"I want in first." We all look at him, Thomas speaking first.
"You need to lock down whatever shit you have going on in your head. This isn't practice at the academy, this is real fucking life."
Chris whips his head to Thomas. "You think I don't fucking know this? I want to get to this bastard first. I'm fucking ready." He finishes the sentence, looking at me.
"I go in with Chris," I say, looking at them then back at Chris. "But I go in first."
"Let's do this."
We take the elevator to the floor level, walking out two at a time, our guns drawn. We walk past the apartment where we hear loud voices. Jackson motions he's going in the stairwell while Chris and I take one side of the door each. Before we knock, we listen to the voices inside.
Two males' voices. I recognize Tim's right away. The other is deeper, raspier, older.
"I paid you to fuck up these girls, not to fall in love with them, you stupid little twit," the strange voice says, and I look over at Chris, questions all over his face.
"You paid me shit. I got closer than you thought I could," Tim says. "You fucking push me, old man, I'll go straight to them and tell them everything. EVERYTHING," he screams, and in a blink of an eye, we hear him groaning and a thump to the floor.
I look at Chris, making the decision to kick in the door. I kick it, and it opens in one kick.
I take in the scene. Tim is on the floor holding his side, which is bleeding out while he chokes on his own blood. And then the man holding the knife that is still leaking blood down his hand.
My eyes make it to his. And in a blink of an eye, my life changes. "Hello, Son," is the last thing I hear.
Chapter Forty
Trevor/Tim
I've been up all night. Fucking cocaine is wearing out. I look in the kitchen drawer for more. Finding another ten packages, I take another three hits before it finally reaches, and my heart starts beating a little bit faster.
I fucked up last night, getting caught in the fucking kitchen fucking with the door. I wasn't expecting that pig to come in. From what Lori said he was working. Which gave me enough time to fuck with the locks. I had to wait for her to go up to bed.
All I needed was another second and I would have been home free. Now I've made a mess of things.
I got back home and started my plan into motion. I was going to kidnap them both. I could do it. Lori would come willingly, but Marissa might give me problems. But once she saw that I loved them, both more than anything they would stay with me.
What I wasn't expecting was getting a call this morning from him. He never calls me. I met him twice, and then I've been off his radar. Till this morning.
When I heard the knock at the door I took another hit, the burning sensation shooting straight into my nose. Shaking my sweaty palms, I open the door, not expecting to see both of them.
"What's going on?" I ask them, looking at both of them, my confidence slowly coming down.
He pushes past me and walks into the room. "Word is you fucked up bad this time, Tim."
I close the door after they both walk in. "I did no such thing."
He stands up, looking out at the view. "I loved this fucking apartment. You know this is where I used to bring my whores? Your mother included. She used to suck my cock while I looked over the skyline."
My fists clench by my sides. I don't know why my mother messed around with this guy, but money pays the bills. "I've heard this story before."
"Did you know she was one of my favorites?" he says, still looking outside. "Well, not counting Mick's mother. Now that bitch could fuck till my balls had nothing left. And the best is she believed I was actually in love with her." He snickers like he's a comedian. "Got knocked up with that bastard and then tried to hook another one on me."
He turns now, and I can see his face clear. The face of a devil. "I made sure she didn't have any kids after that. Can you imagine? I married into money, taking over my father-in-law's investment corporation. The perfect fucking son-in-law. Keeps his daughter happy. No one cared that she was like a dead fish in bed. So I fucked her to have kids. When that happened I sealed the deal to take over from him once he retired." He puts his hands in his pockets. "I had it all, till that bitch sent me a letter, blackmailing me. She thought she got the best of me."
He drags his hand through his hair. "You see, she got me good, but then I found out where she was, had her drugged. Watched her whore herself out." He chuckled. "Once when she was so loaded I got into that pussy again, and let me tell you, fucking heaven."
"Why are you telling me this?" I ask him, waiting to see if he will give me answers.
"I paid you to fuck up these girls, not to fall in love with them, you stupid little twit," he tells me.
I snap then. He can't fucking push me around. I have proof of everything. "You paid me shit. I got closer than you thought I could," I tell him, advancing to him, almost nose to nose. "You fucking push me, old man, I'll go straight to them and tell them everything. EVERYTHING," I yell the last word out, and in a blink of an eye, his hand comes out of his pants and he shanks me twice in the side. The burning hitting me the first time causes that I don't feel it the second time. I look into the devil's eyes one last time before I slump to the floor, holding my side. Trying to stop the bleeding, I look over into the corner, wondering if he is going to help me. He is my father after all. Is he going to do anything?