Post by Casey Winslow on Jan 31, 2012 23:04:05 GMT -8
Casey listened as Julia repeated back to him what he had told her to tell Trevor. So long as she made it sound more convincing when she spoke to Trevor and was ready to embellish things just a little more to convince him, she would do fine. He nodded as she stated he could trust her, trying to seem convinced. He wanted to believe her. He really did, but the fact was that he was taking a risk here, especially given his status as Trevor's 10-year enemy, and it could earn her quite a bit of trust and freedom, he was sure, to turn him in. Of course, Trevor thought he was dead right now, but a seer he obviously had some form of trust toward could convince him otherwise quite easily.
"Do you need anything else?"
Casey shook his head. "Not at the moment. I'm actually late for a meeting. Didn't plan to be caught with my pants down." Yeah, the expression wasn't one hundred percent spot on for this, but it got across his meaning well enough, he thought. She had exposed him, after all. "But, how would I contact you if there was something? Is it even safe or is he intercepting your owls?" Either way, he wouldn't use his own name to sign these letters should he find need for her help, but still. He was pretty sure he'd want to contact her to find out how things went for her after she told him.
As soon as he had an answer, Casey stood from the bed and walked over to the door only to pause halfway there. "Wait. Do you know what his house looks like?" It wasn't like he'd been there in ages, and he only had been there because he'd been trying to gain Evie's trust, but he at least knew more than most people. From his understanding, Trevor was a very paranoid man who liked his privacy and security. He highly doubted she had been there and he felt she would need to have some idea of certain details to stand a chance at convincing him. He'd just have to comb his mind for some memories.