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Through the corridor, I saw the open door to Garrett’s room. He prided himself so much on keeping records of every pledge. He had their names, numbers, addresses, parents’ names. But he also took care of the house’s expenses and bookkeeping. Distrustful of any technology, he preferred to go old school and keep paper documents.
I rushed to his room, hoping to find something that would tie them to the barn explosion so long ago.
“Where do you keep all your stuff?” I said into the room as I looked around for a filing cabinet. There was none. “Come on, Garrett. I thought you were more organized that this.”
I turned to his dresser and opened the first drawer to find colorful boxers. Second drawer; black, brown and navy-blue socks. The third drawer was filled with polo shirts and the fourth with dress shirts.
I turned my back to the dresser and leaned against it. All his paperwork had to be in his room. Why would he keep it all anywhere else?
Looking around the small room, I spotted the night table with three small drawers. Crossing my fingers, I went to the bed and sat down.
“Here we go again,” I muttered as I opened the first drawer.
Sleeping pills, lip balm and hand lotion.
This is turning into a big waste of time, I thought as I opened the second drawer.
Jackpot.
I pulled out the three black and red books and flipped through them. Basic bookkeeping and nothing of interest.
Then I pulled out a handful of folders. Doodles, grocery lists, party guests list and other useless information.
I opened the third drawer and found what looked like a journal. Held closed with an elastic band, the journal looked a few years old.
I pulled back the elastic and opened the journal.
It started almost three years earlier. I flipped through the pages and quickly scanned the pages to find a blur of teenage nonsense, adolescent confusion and plenty of testosterone fueled insanity.
Parties, practical jokes, hijinks... all of it in multitude. For all their idiot schemes and boyish tricks, nothing was cruel or mean or ill-intentioned. It was all rather playful and innocent fun.
I flipped through more pages and came to the week of that disastrous explosion that changed my life. Now we’re getting somewhere, I thought.
What a lousy day that turned into a huge headache. Homecoming is just around the corner. Dex, Oliver and I, along with the other Hunters were to work with the gang from Trinity to get the whole thing worked out. The Saints had already prepared a large part of the festivities.
So, this is the day of the explosion, I thought as I re-read every word to make sure I’d understood everything correctly.
At the last minute we were directed to go to a completely different location (for a retreat? I don’t get it.) In the end The Saints and Trinity House took care of the preparations.
I settled more comfortably on the bed and stared at the page. The Hunters didn’t take part in the preparation for SAUs homecoming. They weren’t even in the area.
Now what?
That left only the Saints and Trinity.
Suspecting the Saints was out of the question. In my heart of hearts, I’d known all along that they couldn’t have deliberately sent me there to my potential demise. My anger and pain, however, had sought to find revenge where I could.
I shook my head as tears sprung to my eyes. The past weeks with them, as difficult as it had been at times, had proven beyond all doubt that they didn’t have it in them to do such a thing... not to me or anyone else. Having spent almost a year with them now as Brook, I’d gotten to know them as good young men. Noble, righteous, and kind. They weren’t the villains I had placed all my hurt and blame on unjustly.
The Saints were what they were...Saints.
So who had tried to kill me? Back then and now?
Trinity. It was the only possible answer.
Now, how do I find out for sure?
Chapter 10
