Chapter 3

Tyler entered a diner and walked over to a table where a young man sat. Tyler sat at the table across from him.

"Hello, Tristan," Tyler said.

"Hello, Tyler," Tristan said.

"Wow, you've grown since I saw you last," Tyler said.

"I'm 22 now," Tristan said.

"The last time I saw you was at Kyle's funeral," Tyler said.

"Yeah," Tristan said.

"I bet you're wondering why I asked to see you," Tyler said.

"Well, considering I haven't seen you in 16 years, yes," Tristan said.

"They've reopened Kyle's case," Tyler said.

"They have?" Tristan asked.

"The killer is back," Tyler said. "A dead body was discovered on the beach the other day and they've determined it's the same person who killed Kyle."

Tristan gasped.

"I really wish you hadn't told me that," Tristan said. "Not a day goes by when I don't think about what happened."

"Look, Tristan," Tyler pleaded. "You were with Kyle at the park when he was abducted. You were his best friend. You saw him get kidnapped. Please try to remember something that could help us catch this guy!"

"He wore black ski mask," Tristan said. "His car had no license plate. All I can remember was Kyle getting snatched and then running into my house and telling my mother. Everything between Kyle getting snatched at the park and me telling my mother is all blurred. I don't remember and I'm sorry."

"Try to remember!" Tyler shouted. "This person has already killed and will kill again!"

"I'm sorry, Tyler," Tristan said. "I have to go. I really don't want to talk anymore. It's too painful."

Tristan walked off and Tyler angrily punched the table. Everyone in the diner looked at him.

"Sorry," Tyler said.

Later, Tyler arrived at the police station where Tracey, Conner, and Alexis went over leads.

"I want back on the case," Tyler said.

"No," Tracey said.

"Please," Tyler said. "This involves the murder of my brother."

"Which is why you can't be a part of this," Tracey said. "I'm sorry, Tyler."

Tyler walked out of the station and began to have a panic attack. Conner walked out of the building and over to him.

"Tyler?" Conner asked.

"I can't breathe!" Tyler shouted. "I can't breathe!"

"You're having a panic attack," Conner said, patting Tyler on the back. "It's okay."

"I have to get out of here!" Tyler shouted.

"I'll take you home," Conner said. "You don't need to be here right now."

"No," Tyler said. "I can't be in Santa Barbara right now. I have to take Angela and I have to go."

"Where?" Conner asked.

"I have a condo in Roanoke," Tyler replied. "I just have to get out of California right now."

"Okay," Conner said.

Later, Angela and Tyler sat in seats on Tyler's jet.

"I think I left something in the car," Tyler said. "I'll be right back."

Tyler got up and exited the plane. His pilot, Josh, stood waiting for him.

"Okay, Josh," Tyler said. "Angela has the keys to the condo in Roanoke."

"Don't worry, Tyler," Josh said. "I'll watch after her and make sure nothing happens to her."

"Thank you," Tyler said.

Tyler stood and watched as the plane took off.