"Where did they bury him?" Dad asked through his headset.
"They buried him? Not as far as I know." Lester responds... and he's right, no one knows if Trevor's dead or alive.
But as much as I suspect that he's alive… I'm through looking for him after so long, it's just… it's not worth it anymore.
"He's probably a John Doe then." Dad says as he climbed up the ladder.
"Carly Jade, you still there?" Lester asks.
"Ye… yes, I'm still here, sorry for going quiet." I say.
"We all have those days, kiddo." Lester says as Dad took pictures of the Vangelico vents.
It was when we were in the car and heading back to the garment factory, plotting out the job… but once again, I'm distant.
It's brushed off though and Dad and I leave.
"I wonder where your mind goes sometimes when you stare off like that… but I already have an answer." Dad says as he drove the normal speed limit this time.
Trevor… who I had once called Uncle T. And that had been shot all to hell, we were all falling apart long before the bank job that resulted in Brad's death.
My left arm still aches sometimes from where he tried to snatch it off when he grabbed me… I was just a young kid but I had heard something I wish I hadn't and it had changed how I saw him… and yet when I told this to someone, I was met with overwhelming denial and blame from her for "Chasing him out of our lives!", as she put it.
As much as I loved having an older sister when I was younger, Tracey hasn't been much of one since we all moved here… we were all splintering apart long before the job, now we all barely recognise who we all left behind.
"If he's out there… if he finds us, he's never gonna go away. Not until he gets what he's after." I say, Dad lightly rubbing my left shoulder.
"We weren't safe around him… none of us, Trevor never had any… any grip on how things were going back then." Dad says.
Yeah… and I learned that too early in life.
The car stopped in the driveway and Dad turned the engine off before we got out, locked the car up and walked into the house, me stretching out on my bed after closing and locking the door.
It's later after I fix myself up a bit to go meet up with my friends that I hear loud arguing… loud, all too familiar and drunken arguing.
"You're not an FIB agent! You don't get to know where I've been all day!" Dad yells at Amanda.
Yeah… that's another relationship that fell apart long ago, the one between me and my mom.
"You are really pathetic, Michael! Pathetic!" Amanda yells before turning around and brushing past me, my right shoulder banging against the wall and me letting out a small hiss of pain as Dad walks into the kitchen and returns with a gel pack, putting it on my shoulder.
"I really wish you two would try to get along better but that's damn near impossible." I say.
"Don't worry about her and me, she's yelled worse… but that's no need to blatantly take it out on you, kiddo." Dad says.
She didn't even look back to see if I was there.
Hell, if Trevor came back, maybe that'll shift her focus to him… and maybe I'll just fade from her memory altogether.