"Have you talked to him? Asked him what's wrong?"
"Hell, no. I don't trust he won't pull a gun on me again. I still can't believe he did that. I've never seen him act that way."
"What way?"
"Going from normal to crazy within seconds. I never thought he did anything to Andrea, and still don't, but I could see him getting angry enough to do it."
"To kill her?"
"Maybe. I don't want to think that way about him but that night he took out the gun, I started to wonder what he's capable of. If he could point a gun at his own brother, what would he do to some girl he was dating? I don't want to talk about this anymore."
Trystan turns up his music and we don't talk the rest of the way home. When we get there, I see a cop car pulling up behind us.
"Looks like you're finally going to get a ticket," I say.
Trystan sees the cop car in his rear-view mirror. "What the hell? I wasn't even speeding."
We wait for the officer to come up to Trystan's window but instead he walks right past us, another officer right behind him.
"Where are they going?" Trystan asks.
"To the house. Let's go."
We get out of the car and get to the front door just as Braden opens it. I'm surprised he's home. I thought he'd be at practice.
"What do you want?" Braden says to the officers as Trystan and I go inside. We stand behind Braden to see what this is about.
"We'd like to come inside," one of the officers says. He's much taller than the other one and seems to be the spokesperson, standing in front of the other guy.
Brock appears next to Braden. "What's going on here?" he asks the officer.
"Sorry for the short notice but we'd like to look through Braden's room."
"Do you have a search warrant?" Brock asks.
"No, but we thought we'd ask before going through the process to get one."
"You need to leave," Brock says. "You're not coming in this house without a search warrant."
The officer nods. "We'll be back."
He turns to leave.
"Wait," Braden says as the officer turns back around. "Go ahead and do it."
"Braden!" Brock grabs his arm. "They're not stepping foot in this house without a search warrant!"
"They don't need one." Braden folds his arms over his chest. "I have nothing to hide. Go ahead and look."
Brock yanks on Braden's arm. "Braden, this is MY house and if I—"
"Just let them look," Braden says, yanking his arm from Brock. "They're not going to find anything."
Brock takes a deep breath through his nose and lets it out. "Fine. His room is upstairs. Last one on your left."
Trystan and I step back as the officers come in the house. They go up the stairs to Braden's room.
"What the hell is wrong with you?" Brock says to Braden.
