Page 132 of Pervade Montego Bay
Then I remembered what Xavier had said about getting rid of him. That thought sent a shudder of uncertainty through me. How exactly were they going to do that?
“Your friend Louis doesn’t have a birth certificate,” said Trevor. “Don’t you find that strange?”
I shrugged, wondering if maybe Louis was an orphan, too. Then I remembered him talking about a family he had little contact with—but I wasn’t going to tell Trevor that. Maybe that was why he was here, to investigate whether or not Louis had ever been a resident of this place.
Trevor pulled out a piece of paper. “I saw you slip past the guards in his house during the party. Can I ask you something? Did you happen to see anything like this amongst his things or in any photos?” The sheet of paper had at least twenty family crests printed on it.
And one of them was the same crest I’d seen engraved on the back of Louis’ watch.
“What are you showing me?” I said.
“Recognize any of these?”
James appeared at the end of the hallway and stormed toward us. “This is private property.”
Trevor visibly shook at the sight of him. “I was hoping to report on the good work that gets done here.”
James caught up with us. “You need to contact the administrator of the school before you enter these premises.”
“I just need to chat with Louis for a second.”
James rested his hand on the man’s shoulder. “Let’s take a walk.”
They headed back down the hallway, and I watched them disappear out the front door. Following them, I stopped just outside the entrance and waited by the archway. They were both out of earshot.
James escorted Trevor to his Ford Escort. Whatever words were exchanged between them, it made Trevor nervous. I could see it from the frantic way he was trying to get his key in the ignition.
James strode quickly away from him and gestured to me. “Go back inside.”
We walked side by side down the hallway.
“Where the hell is our security?” He shook his head, annoyed.
I hurried to keep up with him. “I didn’t say anything.”
“What did he say to you?”
“He wanted to talk with Louis.”
James pivoted and grabbed my arm. “This way.”
He nudged a door open and we stepped inside an empty classroom. James turned the key and locked us in. He led me over to the teacher’s desk and lifted me up onto the edge.
“Emily, what was he showing you?”
I turned my face away.
“I asked you not to talk with him.”
“He blocked my way.”
“He’ll pay for that.”
“James, he looked scared…”
“Trevor has every reason to be.”
“What are you going to do to him?”
