“And why is that?” Trevor taunted him.  “You scared?”

“You know better than that.  The detective has been waiting for Trina for the last hour.  I don’t think we need to keep him waiting much longer.”

That sobered him up.  “The detective?”

“Yes.  He says he wants to run a few things by Trina. I couldn’t exactly tell him no.”

“Damn.” He looked back at Trina who’d been watching the whole exchange.

“Are you sure you’re up for this?” he asked her. Concern highlighting his face. 

Was she sure?  That was a loaded question.  The only thing she was sure about was that she wanted to gain control over her life again. Facing her past mistakes was the only way she was going to be able to do this.  She reached for his hand and squeezed.  “Yes,” she confirmed. “I think I am ready.  I want this done and over with and the only way that’s going to happen is if I face my demons head on.”

Trevor immediately pulled her into his arms and rested his chin on top of her head.  “You are strong, sweetheart. So much stronger than you think you are.  You can do this.  I know you can and don’t forget that I’ll be right here, right by your side the whole way.  We’re going to do this.”

She dropped her head against his chest.  “I know we are,” she agreed.  “It doesn't change the fact that I’m scared to death though. Scared for you, for Joe and for everyone else that’s close to me.”

“It’s okay to be scared.  I’m scared too, but we can’t let this go on.  We can’t let him keep controlling our lives.”

“No, we can’t. It’s time that we took control of the wheel. Aaron Wright is going down.”

Behind them, Joe cleared her throat rather loudly in order to get their attention.   “Is everything okay in here?” She gestured towards the living room. “The natives are getting restless.”

Trina stepped away from Trevor.  “Yeah, we were just coming in.” She turned back to face her brother and Lev.  “Come on; let’s see what he has to say.”

Detective Harrington was sitting stiffly in the recliner by the fire place when they all entered the living room. When he noticed Trina he immediately stood up and held his hand out to her.  “I’m not sure if you remember me or not, but my name is detective Harrington,” he politely informed her.  “We met at the hospital.”

“I remember,” she told him and indicated he should sit back down.  Trina took a seat on the couch and Trevor slid in beside her, reaching for her hand. 

“So,” Trina started; all business now.  “I hear you have something you want to run by me?”

“I do,” he agreed.

She waited for him to continue, feeling slightly awkward with the silence in the room “Alright,” she broke in, her impatience eating away at her, “let’s hear it.”

“Do I get a say in this?” Lev spoke up from the window.  How did Trina miss that he was over there?

Detective Harrington threw an icy glance in his direction.  Lev stood there stoically with a fierce frown on his face.

“I want to hear his ideas, Trina stated.

Lev shook his head and turned his back on them. 

The detective turned all his attention back to Trina.  “Well, the plan is really simple in the scheme of things,” he said.  

“How simple,” Trevor asked seriously.

The detective ran his fingers nervously through his hair.  He glanced over at Lev’s back and then looked back at Trina.  That’s when it dawned on her that Lev already knew what this plan was and he was not happy with it all.

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