They didn't seem to notice the door of the house opening… Carly took solace in that.
'Good… they can find out in their own time.' Carly thought as she headed upstairs. She stripped her clothes off after getting into her room and locking the door before stripping her underwear off and leaving it on the floor, the mirror revealing the bruises on her… heading into the bathroom, she washed her makeup off and then got into the shower.
Scrubbed off and now in pajamas, Carly slipped the oversized gardner gloves on and grabbed the discarded clothing on the floor before slipping her sandals on and slipping back outside. When they were burned until there was nothing left, she slipped back in and then into the garage, putting the gloves and torch back before heading upstairs to clean her bedroom floor.
With it cleaned, Carly sat down on her bed and flipped the Tv on to watch Miami Vice… but Trevor's last words still echoed.
"I thought I was with one Judas, I'm surrounded by them! You're fucked up worse than your old man, Carly! You're fucked up worse than me! You wanna piece of me? Fucking come get me! You wanna kill me? Take a fucking shot!"
Carly shook it off and focused on the Tv… she wasn't sure when she fell asleep but she was glad to.
Michael walked upstairs, checking in on Carly when he saw her bedroom door slightly open… quietly as he could, he walked in and pulled the covers back before picking Carly up into his arms, laying her on her left side.
"I don't know what happened to you tonight but I know you made a tough choice… goodnight, Carly." Michael whispered, pulling the covers over Carly and kissing her on the side of her head after turning the Tv off. He quietly slipped out of the room and closed the door, heading downstairs.
His phone chimed with an e-mail from Lester and he opened it.
"Trevor's fallen off the map. I don't know what's going on, and I don't want to. I split his take from that last job between you two. Hold on to it for him."
At the same time, K8lynn got a similar one.
"Trevor's fallen off the map. I don't know what's going on, and I don't want to. I'm sending this to you because you were one of the closest people to him."
"Have you notified anyone else?" K8lynn responded.
"Michael, Franklin, Carly, Sam as well as Sam's siblings… but no one's responded back yet."
"K8?"
K8lynn looked up, seeing Sam walk in.
"Sam… you might want to sit down for this." K8lynn said, Sam turning confused but did so. "No one's… seen Trevor for a while. He's fallen off the grid." She explained, Sam's brown eyes narrowing in denial.
"He wouldn't just fucking run off… he has family here!" Sam said angrily.
"Look, no one knows what happened… he could've just gone out of town to think, to clear his mind for a bit." K8lynn responded.
"Or he was murdered." Sam said, standing up.
"Well I won't lie, that did cross my mind… especially after he had…" K8lynn said, stopping herself but Sam looked at her.
"After what?" Sam asked.
"After he had stabbed Carly almost a month ago… she didn't tell you?" K8lynn answered.
"No… she didn't. I… can't be sure how all my siblings will react to this." Sam responded.
"No one can but… however we all react, that's normal for us. No two people are gonna have the same reaction." K8lynn said.
Sam grabbed her phone, dialing Juana's number.
"Sam? What happened?" Juana asked.
"I think… that Trevor's dead." Sam answered, Juana nearly dropping her phone.
"Dead… how do I tell this to Camari?" Juana responded.
"I don't know… there's no definite proof yet but… Lester said he disappeared and there's no sign of his UD cut either… I'd really like to think better than them killing him to up their own cuts." Sam said.
"You don't think Carly snapped from all the abuse, do you?" Juana asked.
"I… I wouldn't put it past her lately." Sam responded.
"Me either, things like that… take a toll on someone." Juana said before they hung up.
"Should we… go find her?" K8lynn asked.
"She's probably asleep now…" Sam answered.
At the same time in the FIB HQ in Los Santos, Dave walked into Steve's office.
"Philips is dead…" Dave said, Steve smiling. "But it wasn't Franklin who killed him." He said, the smile disappearing.
"Who was it then?" Steve asked.
"Whoever it was, they were smart enough to do it in an area without any cameras… the oil fields are surrounded by police. They got reports of an explosion and found Trevor's truck a good distance from a destroyed tank and his body." Dave answered, grabbing his phone when it rang. "Yes, Benson? What else did you find?" He asked.
"The micro-USB card from Trevor's phone still intact. They're searching it's files right now, looking for something that might show anyone with a motive… though personally speaking, it'd be more like trying to find anyone without a motive." Benson answered.
"Trevor did have a lot of enemies." Dave said.
"I also found the charred remains of a Double T Custom with a license plate reading CJadey97." Benson replied, Dave nearly dropping his phone and Steve running over and taking it from Dave.
"Is she dead too?" Steve asked.
"We haven't found any other bodies, just the bike… why do you care? You use Carly much like Trevor did." Benson answered.
Thinking quickly, Dave used the office phone to call Michael.
"Davey? Awfully late for FIB business." Michael answered.
"But crime scenes don't wait for the morning. Trevor's been found dead, and his truck burnt out nearby. As well as Carly's bike along with it." Dave said.
"Must be some kind of mistake, she's sound asleep upstairs." Michael replied.
"The plate matches, Cjadey97 isn't exactly a common pattern, and the fire remains have been cold for a few hours. Now answer me this Michael, you tell me that Carly's bike is at home, there's no gas on her clothes and her weapon's ammo clip is full." Dave said.
"Dave… whatever she did, she didn't do it in cold blood." Michael said quietly.
"Whatever the reasons and whoever the culprit, someone needs to be held responsible. And this is personally ticking Steve off, he won't call a case cold for a long time." Dave replied.
"I had a feeling he'd be pissed… but you both wanted Trevor dead." Michael said.
"I just wanted the damn lunatic to end, Steve wanted the promotion and gain he'd get out of it by confessing that he personally assigned Franklin to do it. Because Carly did it on her own accord, anything about it is flat out useless to his career." Dave explained.
"It is… look, I'll call you back." Michael said before they hung up and he saw a half asleep Carly on the stairs.
"You didn't have to do that, Dad…" Carly said as she walked over, Michael pulling her into a hug. "I didn't know what else to do… he wasn't gonna stop." She said as Michael saw the bruises on her back that were shaped like a shovel handle… bruises that he knew from looking at them were inflicted over the past few hours.
"What happened, Carly?" Michael asked after they let go.