When they stopped to rest by Pona Creek, I stepped out.” “And Ryan?”
Wilson asked. Trevor’s jaw tightened. “He didn’t understand.
He thought I was threatening her. He tried to shove me away.”
He paused. “So I pushed him back.” The room fell still.
“He slipped on the wet rocks. He fell about ten feet onto the creek bed.
His head hit the stone.” Trevor stared at his hands.
“He died instantly.” Wilson’s voice shook.
“And you didn’t call for help.” Trevor looked up,
and for the first time there was something awful in his eyes,
almost joy. “I’d waited my whole life for that moment,” he said softly.
“Camila was standing there alone. And I realized…
she was finally free.” Wilson felt sick.
“You threatened her with a weapon.
You carried Ryan’s body to a mine and buried him like trash.”
“I saved her,” Trevor snapped, his calm finally breaking.
