“I don’t have time to explain everything but Jedidiah needs you. She’s too damn stubborn to call you but you need to get over to her apartment as fast as you can.”
“Is she hurt? Is she sick? What’s going on?”
“She’s okay physically.” Mentally was a whole ’nother story. “It’s a long story. Make her talk to you.”
“All right, but I don’t understand.”
He laughed without humor. “Join the crowd. I’ve gotta go.”
By the time Trevor got home that evening he was totally whipped. He hadn’t had a whole lot to add to Justin’s account but he’d told the police his version. Unsurprisingly, it didn’t differ from Justin’s much. Floyd Moore, Frank’s brother, was in jail and scheduled for arraignment the following morning. Trevor hoped his bail would be set too high for him to meet.
They should hear in the next few days when the new trial date was set. Trevor had hoped Ricky would be off the hook on testifying, but when he talked to Annie, Ricky’s case manager, she said nothing had changed.
“You’re kidding. The shooter was Moore’s brother,” he protested. “That’s an admission of guilt in my book.”
“Not in the law’s book,” Annie said. “Besides, he won’t go to trial for quite some time. Frank Moore’s trial will take place long before we hear the verdict in Floyd’s trial.”
“It’s a little too coincidental that Floyd randomly selected to shoot at the kid who was testifying against his brother.”
“Yes, but it has no bearing on Frank’s trial. Ricky still has to testify. Will BFK accompany him?”
“I haven’t talked to Daniel but I’m sure we will. I know I’ll be there and I’m sure we can count on Justin as well. In fact, I wouldn’t be surprised if even more of us show up than originally did.” He grimaced. “Can’t let them think they can drive us away by pulling a chickenshit stunt like that.” She promised to let him know as soon as she knew the trial date.
Trevor’s house was weirdly quiet. It felt empty. Which was ridiculous. Since he and Jedidiah had gotten together, they hadn’t spent every night together. But more often than not they had.
Had she meant it when she said they were through? Or had it been heat of the moment? He got that she was upset because he’d been in danger. He’d been in a shooting and she hadn’t known anything about his background. His bad.
Talk about overreacting, though. Instead of talking it out like reasonable human beings, she’d kicked him out of her apartment and broken up with him. She hadn’t said anything about the job, beyond saying ‘obviously’ when he’d asked if she was going to quit. But if she was done with him, he didn’t see how she’d be able to work with him.
