Wesley Wood's jaw dropped, seeing the phone that had texted him in Tyler's hands. What the f**k was happening? He didn't know who to trust anymore or what to believe anymore.
How the f**k had Blake's phone found it's way to his car? How?
Ty frowned. "I think someone is trying to set me up...."
So had Hunter said. But, was someone really trying to set them up or they were indeed the real killers?
Wes took in a deep breathe, throwing his bag on his back. He shook his head looking intently at him.
"I need some time alone..."
"Hey..." Ty was scared. "What should I do with -"
But he slammed the door, storming out of the house.
Tyler was left standing on the tiled floor in the living room. Lost in thoughts. Frozen. Should he have told Wesley about the discovery of the phone? Was it the
