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Trevor shrugged. “Logan’s always lecturing me about taking stupid chances. I’m sure this is just more fuel for his fire. I swear, Clay, I don’t know who’s behind it though. I can’t think of anyone.”
Clay glanced over at the captain and then back at Trevor. “I don’t want to embarrass you, but I need to ask you something, and it could be important to finding out who is behind everything.”
Trevor shrugged again. It was his usual reaction when a situation got uncomfortable. “Go ahead.”
“Some images on the video were clips of hardcore BDSM scenes. Do you play like that?”
“No!”
“Have you ever played?”
Trevor shook his head, violently. “I had a few hook-ups that wanted to, but I scrammed out of there so fast Speedy Gonzalescouldn’t catch me. It was a casual situation, though. Nobody I actually dated was into that stuff.”
“Okay, what about other stuff?”
“Well, because I’m not exactly Arnold Schwarzenegger fromPredator,occasionally a guy would be a little too aggro for my tastes.” Trevor crossed his arms over his chest. His frame didn’t make the stance as impressive as when Clay had done it earlier, but Trevor was determined to show that he was no pushover. “I may be small, but I can take care of myself.”
Clay’s lips twitched. “When have you ever seenPredator? I thought you hated new movies? I’ve seen your video collection. I’d bet my badge there’s nothing released post 1965.”
Matt and Niall had managed to get Trevor to watch a few of their movies filled with loud explosions and a couple of creepy thrillers, which had had Trevor watching half the movie between his fingers. However, he’d managed to partially convert Matt and Niall over to the dark side as well. A few of his classics now lined the shelves at Niall’s place, and Matt had recently asked Trevor to sit and watchFootsteps in the Fogwith him again.
Trevor’s chin jutted out. “I’ve had my horizons broadened recently. While I admit that the art of entertainment has woefully degenerated in the last forty years, not everything released is a complete waste. Besides, just because I may have watched it, doesn’t mean I liked it.”
“Fascinating.” Frederick deadpanned. “Now can we stop discussing cinematic history and get back to the matter at hand?”
Trevor had actually forgotten that the captain was there for a moment. “Sorry, sir.”
Clay inclined his head at their superior, then looked back at Trevor. “Don’t think you’re off the hook yet. I want all the gory details,” he finished with a smile.
“All right, you two. I’m going to take this evidence to be logged in and processed. Mitchell, you’re going home.”
Trevor got ready to argue, but before a word crossed his lips, the captain had his hand up in the classic don’t talk to me position.
“I don’t care what you’re about to say. Phillips, you have a car?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Good. Take Mitchell home,” Frederick stared at Trevor for a second, “or wherever he wants to go. Mitchell, you’re going to have a uniform pick you up to bring you in and drive you home every day, unless you make other arrangements. No more late-night subway rides and walks in the city alone.”
Trevor’s jaw dropped, and he stared at the captain. He glared over his shoulder at Clay, who was chuckling under his breath.
“Yes son, I know all about how you get home every night. Normally I wouldn’t say anything. You’re your own man after all, but in this case I agree with Detective Phillips and Mr. Callen. Until we figure out exactly what is going on, it’s simply not safe. I’m not willing to risk your safety.”
The captain didn’t elaborate, and Trevor was left questioning whether his boss had intended for that statement to mean that he actually cared about Trevor, or was worried about something happening to an employee. Then again, did it really matter?
Chapter Ten
“So, Matt and Niall finally got you to watch some decent movies, huh?”
Trevor looked over at Clay, sitting in the driver’s seat, as they made their way toward Trevor’s apartment.
“Decent is a relative term.”
“Now that smacks of avoidance. Fine, you don’t want to talk about movies, tell me about how things are going between the three of you.”
“Good.”
“And?”
