Trent (Season Two: The Ninth Inning #4)
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Authors: Lindsay Paige,Mary Smith
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Trent
Season 2 of
The Ninth Inning
Series
Copyright © 2015 by
Lindsay Paige and Mary Smith
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Table of
Contents
TODAY IS THE day. Yes,
I’m doing it. I give myself a pep talk as I slowly stroll on the
treadmill and stare at the back of his head. He’s been running for
an hour and I know he’s about to head over to the stretch center
before he leaves.
Good Lord, I sound like a
stalker. Wait, isn’t that what I am? I’ve been watching Trent Baker
for almost five months. The first time I saw him, I almost passed
out. I knew who he was the instant our eyes connected. My heart
broke when I saw the sadness still lingering in his eyes. For a
second, I thought he might know who I am, but his face showed no
recognition.
Now, I’m stalking him.
He clicks off the treadmill
and walks over to the stretching center. I take a deep breath and
click my machine off to follow him. I’m thankful the gym is almost
empty because this could be bad. I put on my brave face and walk up
to him.
“Hi,” I blurt out, louder
than I mean to.
He scowls for a second and
then nods. “Hello.”
“I’m Scarlett,” I firmly
state.
“Nice to meet you, Scarlett.”
He isn’t finished stretching, but he turns to leave.
Good Lord, come on,
Scarlett.
I rush over and cut off his path. He stutters in his
steps for a second. “I’m sorry. I’m not being rude, but I need to
say I’m sorry. You have to hear it from me.” There. I said it.
“You’re sorry?” he questions,
looking confused.
“For your loss. I’m sorry you
and your daughter went through such a horrible tragedy.”
He hangs his head for a
moment, and then he looks back up to me. “Thank you for your
condolences.”
“I don’t have any more
words.”
Oh, good, Scarlett, way to sound like a crazy
person.
“I’m saying I don’t have any words of advice for you.
Your wife’s...murder...affected a lot of people.” Trent stands
there, staring at me as if I’ve lost my mind. I think that maybe I
have lost it. “That’s all I wanted to say. I’m sure you’ve heard it
from everyone, but please remember I’m truly sorry.”
Don’t lose it, Scarlett.
Hold it together for one more moment.
“Thank you.” He nods and
brushes past me as he heads to the men’s locker room.
I did it. I told him I’m
sorry. A huge burden lifts off my chest and I move toward the
women’s locker room.
Once I’m home, I feel more
relaxed. I flip on the lights and my house illuminates. I love my
house. I worked hard to make it my own. I had the world’s worst
childhood, and I’m not going down the same road in my adult life. I
sit on my couch with my head in my hands.
For five months, I’ve wanted
to talk to him and now I’m not sure I should have.
No, I should have. He needs
to hear how sorry I am even if he doesn't know who I am or why I'm
so sorry.
I lift my head and see the
newspaper articles, along with family photos, on the coffee table.
Dominic’s lawyer had asked for the photos to show how Dominic was
before the drugs took over. I didn’t have many because our shitty
mother wasn’t the best at being parent of the year. The news
article stands out the most.
Angel’s Second Baseman,
Trent Baker’s wife was shot and killed during a mugging gone
wrong.
And my brother killed
her.
My nightmare is the same
every night.
It’s the night I got the call
about Dominic. The police call to tell me he’s at the police
station. It’s not the first time I got that call. He has been in
and out of jail as long as I can remember.
It started out as small
shoplifting charges here and there. He boosted a car a time or two.
When Dominic was twenty, he started hanging out with the wrong
crowd and that’s when the drug abuse began. I offered him rehab,
doctor’s help, therapy, anything I could think of, but nothing
worked.
When I make it down to the
police station, they direct me to homicide. I’m confused on why I
was there. It isn’t until they tell me Dominic murdered someone
that I almost pass out. Dominic Davis isn’t the greatest man in the
world, but murder can’t be true.
There is a patrolman in the
homicide department, giving his statement, and I beg him to tell me
the truth. I’d known him through the years because of help he’d
given me at my job. He tells me there’s video of the whole thing
and it is Dominic. The detective doesn’t have to show me the tape,
but they do. I watch my brother approach Trent’s wife in the
shopping plaza. They speak briefly and then Dominic pulls a gun. He
yanks at her purse and she fights him. They shut the tape off right
before Dominic pulls the trigger six times to hit her square in the
chest.
He did it.
He killed her.
The alarm on my phone wakes
me up and I realize I fell asleep on my couch again. I can’t
remember the last time I slept in my bed. It doesn’t matter because
it’s time to get ready for my day.
I think I have the greatest
job in the world. I’m a social worker and I do my best to help
troubled kids. I’ve been in their shoes and I know the struggles.
Even though I’m overworked and underpaid, I love it.