Chapter 8
CAFÉ
Josh sat at a booth in a café. His older brother Jeff then walked into the café and sat across from him.
"Hey there, Little Brother," Jeff said. "I'm so relieved they released you."
"They don't think I did it," Josh said.
"Who do you they think did it?" Jeff asked.
Natalie and Truman listened in from a vehicle.
"They think it was you," Josh replied.
"What is he doing?" Truman asked. "He's not supposed to say that."
"Why do they think I killed Trevor?" Jeff asked.
"The murder weapon was discovered in your room," Josh replied.
"Is he an idiot?" Natalie asked.
"Please tell me you didn't kill Trevor," Josh said.
"I knew you liked him and he hurt you," Jeff said.
"Jeff," Josh said. "Tell me you didn't kill him."
"I didn't mean to stab him," Jeff said. "I just got so mad that he hurt you like that."
Josh looked across the street to see Truman and Natalie rushing to the café.
"Stand up," Josh said.
Jeff and Josh stood up and Josh hugged his brother tightly and burst into tears.
"I love you so much," Josh said. "I'm so sorry."
"What?" Jeff asked.
Truman and Natalie entered the café.
"Jeff Spencer," Truman said. "You're under arrest for the murder of Trevor Blanc."
Jeff let go of his brother and shoved him.
"You little shit!" Jeff shouted. "You're wearing a wire!"
"You killed my best friend!" Josh shouted.
"You are no longer my brother!" Jeff shouted. "You're dead to me! Dead to me!"
"Okay," Truman said, handcuffing Jeff. "You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you under the court of law."
"Jeff!" Josh sobbed. "I'm sorry!"
"Go to hell!" Jeff screamed.