29: Traitor

Malcolm glances at the picture. He raises his brows. Trevor is pleased with himself. He's managed to stun everyone in the room. Now, they'll think twice before they laugh at him again. "You were right, who would've guessed?"

Danny takes the photograph from Malcolm. They discarded the frame long ago. Her picture has been passing around for the last half hour. "Are you sure it's her, Trevor?"

Trevor crosses his arms. "So I'm blind now?"

"It's her," Malcolm confirms. "I saw her with my own eyes. Trevy asked me if I recognized her, but hell. I said no. I never saw that photograph before, and how would I have guessed?"

"And you found this in the basement?"

"Yes."

Nate says, "This is too fucked up to be real. There's been a mistake, there has to."

"No, no," Malcolm wags his finger. "Trevor is good with faces, we all know that. And I'm telling you it's her. Besides, this was amongst the old shit in the basement."

"How is that possible?" Danny wonders aloud.

Trevor doesn't care about the hows