Chris grabbed Trevor's shirt. “Don’t. Just leave him here. Please.”
“Is your brain still working? Jay knows too much, and I’m not going to drive around with both of you like afucking road trip.”
Andy came back down and handed Trevor the first-aid kit.
“I’m going to clean and bandage your cut,” he told Chris. “Andy, start packing our things.”
“Where are we going?”
“I don’t know yet, but we need to get out of here. Wait, help me get Jay upstairs first.”
“Is he also coming with us?”
“He’s going somewhere else.”
“Trevor—”
“Shut it, Danny.”
They went to release Jay from the examination chair, then picked him up roughly; Trevor holding under his arms and Andy holding his legs.
“Don't do this!” Chris yelled, then almost threw up with the explosion in his skull.
“Shut up and stay where you are.” Trevor panted as they climbed up the stairs. “Be back in a sec.”
Once alone in the basement, he tried to roll over, but gravity rooted him in place. From upstairs, he heard a scraping sound of duct tape being unrolled. Chris tried once more to command his limbs to cooperate, but he only managed to slide a few inches, smearing the blood that had dripped from his head. He growled in frustration. Right when he needed to fight with everything he got, he was a useless lump.
The brothers came back moments later. Trevor satnext to Chris and wiped the blood from the side of his head while Andy stood close by, looking worried and agitated.
“Can we go back home?” Andy asked tiredly. “I miss my room.”
“We can’t. If someone knows about this place, they also know where we live. Once we’re on the road, I’ll think of something. Go pack our things. Oh, and there’s a shovel right outside the entrance door. Start digging a hole behind the house. Get past the first line of trees.”
“But it’s already dark!”
“Jesus, Andy, we don’t have time for this. Just do what I say.”
Chris raised his head despite the effort. “Were you a part of this from the get-go, Andy?”
“Ignore him,” Trevor said. “Go upstairs.”
“I thought you loved your parents.”
“I did!”
“Then why did you kill them?”
Andy’s mouth slowly opened, and Chris knew his suspicions were true. “You didn’t know that Trevor murdered your parents to get the money he owed?”
“He didn't, you're a liar!”
Trevor pressed on Chris’s wound, sending a knife across his brain. He hissed and sucked in the pain. “Robert must have suspected what Trevor was planning, so he left me the money to get even with him. Your father was never going to give your brother amillion dollars willingly, so Trevor killed him and your mom.”
“He’s lying,” Trevor growled. “You know how he is.”
Andy crossed his arms, his body shaking. “You didn’t look surprised when the police told us Mom and Dad died, Trevor.”
“What? Of course I was! Listen, get our things ready, and we’ll talk about this later. I’ll get you whatever you want to eat, okay?”
