Lights flashing, sounds blaring, everything was alive at the apartment of Trey Atwood - except for Trey himself. Ryan's worst fear was confirmed by the EMT's - Trey was dead. He would never get to talk to his brother again, apologize to his brother again, or hate him again. He was dead, and that was all there was to it. His girlfriend, someone he loved, someone he trusted, someone he would do anything for had shot his brother.
Although Ryan had gone to Trey's apartment with the intention of "ending" things once and for all, in retrospect, he wished that he had never said that or done anything. He knew what his brother had done to Marissa was wrong, but he still did not understand that his brother was dead.
At that moment, Sandy walked. He rushed to get there from dropping Kirsten off at Suriak, the alcohol rehabilitation center, at which she had been admitted to. "What the hell is going on here," Sandy said.
"Sir, would you please step away from the crime scene?" the police officer asked.
"I'm responsible for those children, sir. My name is Sandy Cohen," he greeted the officer. He shook the officer's hand, and motioned to go inside the apartment.
Seth walked outside at that moment with a police officer. He was not in hand cuffs, but they were going toward the cruiser. "Dad!" Seth shouted.
"Seth, what is going on?" Sandy repeated.
"Dad, Trey's dead. Marissa shot him. Summer and I came in after it happened," Seth answered.
Sandy stepped inside the apartment to find Ryan sitting on the floor with an EMT examining him, and a police officer talking to him. He had cuts on his face, and his nose had been broken. He sat there almost lifeless not knowing what to do. Sandy walked over to him.
"Hey, Ryan, you okay?" Sandy asked.
Ryan nodded his head. "I never meant for this to happen," Ryan said. "All I wanted was for things to be settled between me and Trey."
"What did happen?" Sandy asked. Although Seth had told him that Marissa was the one to shoot Trey, he still did not know the motives behind her actions, and what Ryan had to do with it.
Ryan looked at Sandy for what seemed to be forever, and then he turned his head to face Marissa who was sitting on the couch talking with a police officer. Her hands were in handcuffs and she was crying. Marissa looked back at him for just a second, and although she did not speak, Ryan could tell that she was saying, "I'm sorry."
Sandy went over to where Marissa was sitting on the couch. He sat down next to her, and put his arm around her back to console her, for she had been crying for sometime now. He offered her a handkerchief, but she turned it down. The police officer was becoming suspicious.
"Who are you?" the police officer asked Sandy.
"Sandy Cohen, Attorney at Law. I'm Marissa Cooper's attorney. She isn't allowed to answer anymore questions until I have been able to talk with her, okay?" Sandy told the officer.
"Fine, but you both have to come down to the station," the officer said.
"I think we can manage that," Sandy replied. He got up and put his hand out to help Marissa up off of the couch. "Can we follow you in my car?" Sandy asked.
"Sorry, liability," the officer answered. "She has to come with us."
"Then I will follow you all to the station," Sandy agreed. He headed out the door. When he was outside, he stopped and told Seth to take Ryan home, when they were ready to release him. Then Sandy got into his black BMW and followed Marissa to the police station.