The rest of the Brady's stood at the edge of the Grand Canyon, dressed in their nicest clothes as Greg held the urn containing his beloved brother Peter's ashes. As the girls consoled each other, Alice stood behind Cindy with her arms around her while Carol consoled Mike.
"Of all of my siblings, I was the closest to Peter," Greg said as he held back the tears. "He knew he could always come to me if he had a problem. School, girls, anything he needed. There wasn't anything I wouldn't have done for my little brother, I would have even taken his place if given the choice. Peter's death was hard on us all, and I'll always feel guilty that I wasn't there when he needed me the most."
Greg shed a few tears as opened the urn.
"Goodbye, little brother," Greg said as his voice broke. "I know we'll meet again someday, somehow. You'll always be the best friend I ever had."
Greg started to pour the ashes out as the wind blew them in all directions while everyone shed tears of sadness. Oliver stood by the edge, looking over the canyon where the last of Peter's ashes floated away. He would tell everyone Greg was so distraught that he jumped, and no one would doubt his story.
"That was beautiful," Alice said as she hugged him. "Peter would be proud."
"We'll camp out here tonight," Mike told them. "And head home tomorrow. I hope Bobby's feeling remorse for this by the time we get home. I've thought about it and… i think we should have Bobby committed. He's simply too dangerous to have running loose with the girls in the house. I'll take him after we get home."
"Mike, are you sure?" Carol asked.
"We lost Peter because we didn't do anything," Mike said. "I won't lose anyone else."
After changing back into his regular clothes, Greg came out of the tent while putting his shirt back on. He saw Oliver staring out over the canyon and approached him. He walked behind the boy and put his hand on Oliver's shoulder.
"He was a good man," Greg told him. "I'm really going to miss him."
"I can't believe he's gone," Oliver said. "It was just so sudden."
"You know, one thing bothers me," Greg said to the boy. "When we got outside, Bobby was passed out on the ground. Now, how could that be when you said he tossed the ball just before he fell?"
"Probably the guilt and shock over what he did," Oliver said nervously. "Guilt over what he did?"
"Yeah, right," Greg replied. It was like a fog lifting off of his mind, the more he thought about it. The more he thought about the situation, the clearer things were about what happened. "It's weird because Peter has more sense than to climb up on the roof without someone watching the ladder."
"He just wanted to get my frisbee,"
"Sure," Greg told him. "It's also weird because Bobby can't throw a football to save his life. He's the worst player I've ever seen. Don't want to shatter his dreams, but he'll never be a sports legend. Now, how could Bobby throw a football that far let alone two feet ahead of him?"
"Adrenaline can do funny things," Oliver said with a slight laugh.
"Whatever you say," Greg said as he turned to walk away as Oliver got ready to shove him, just as Alice called for dinner. Oliver quickly stopped as Greg turned back around.
That night, Greg and Oliver were sharing the same tent as Oliver stood up and saw Greg's sleeping bag. He picked up a pillow and slowly went around to kick Greg onto his back and smother him with the pillow. As he kicked the sleeping bag, he thought it felt too soft. He opened it and saw it was stuffed with pillows. Greg slowly opened the tent, realizing he'd made a horrible mistake with Bobby, but he couldn't prove it yet. He'd have to force Oliver's hand if he wanted to clear Bobby. Greg knew he'd have to do a lot to make it up to both of his brothers.
The next morning, Greg was washing up as he found himself alone with Marcia.
"Don't be alone with Oliver," Greg whispered.
"Why?" Marcia asked.
"Trust me," Greg told her. "Make sure Jan and Cindy know to do the same. Don't trust Oliver."
"That's ridiculous," Marcia said. "Oliver's a sweet little boy."
"He's trying to get rid of Bobby," Greg stated. "Bobby's innocent, just keep believing that."
"What are you going to do?" Marcia asked.
"Dad won't believe me until I have real proof," Greg said. "I don't think my word is going to be enough, so I need solid evidence. Right now I just have to focus on getting my only brother's trust back. In the meantime, watch yourself and take care of our sisters. I don't think he'll hurt mom or dad, but we might have to look out for Alice. We're going to avenge Peter, maybe not today, but soon."
"I have to kill them all," Oliver said to himself. "Greg and the girls both have to go, just have to make it look like an accident."
Oliver looked at the withering campfire. "Fire. Cindy's lamp with the bad wiring Uncle Mike is supposed to take into the shop for repair. When we get home, there's going to be a little accident. I'll be the only one left to love. Just have to make sure Bobby is taken away first. Then I'll deal with Greg after, then the girls. No one will stand in the way of my new family."
As the family was driving home, Greg leaned over to the front seat.
"Let me talk to Bobby alone," Greg told him. "Maybe I can talk some sense into him, brother to brother."
"He might be right, Mike," Carol told him. "Greg has always been close to his brothers. I say we give him a chance."
"Okay, we'll give Bobby one final chance," Mike told him. "I hope you're right."
A few days later, the family pulled back into the driveway as Mike looked at Greg.
"I'm only giving you one chance to get through to Bobby or else tomorrow, he'll be living in a mental hospital," Mike told him.
"I'll get through to him, I promise," Greg told him as he headed to the garage, seeing the chains on the floor and no Bobby. All he found was a note to Oliver.
"Come and get me, bitch."