Chapter IV

Date: 2015-10-07; view: 562.

Trevor sat in the car, staring at the old tree. He knew the box had to be underneath it. He knew that when they had split up this terrible night twelve years ago they agreed to bury it here, underneath this old oak tree in St. Mathew's natural reserve. He knew that they were all caught and imprisoned for the same period of time. He never knew what happened to Leroy, though – it was almost like he vanished there, in the KFC by the road. No record was found of his death – and, in fact, of his existence.

He knew that Richard was killed. And he perfectly knew that that means. Geoffrey was out there, and he was out there for the box. And he won't stop at anything to get it. He's probably at Trevor's home right now – well, the place that he used to call home – looking for any traces of him. And he will for sure be here next.

Trevor got out of the car and grabbed the shovel. It was already late – a bit too late to dig, actually. Trevor drove all night to get as far ahead of Geoffrey as possible. Now he sat at the base of the tree, thinking. Is this mysterious box even worth opening? He never wanted any of this to happen. And why did he get twenty years in prison for a simple theft attempt? Mysteries, all mysteries.

These thought made him increasingly sleepy. In the end, he decided to nap just a little bit. Come one, what could happen if he slept there for just a couple of minutes? He deserved it. And meanwhile he'd decide whether he wanted to open the box or not.