*Matthew's POV*

I looked down at Trinity, frozen, unsure of what I should say.

"What aren't you telling me?" she repeated.

Should I tell her? First thing this morning, I had gotten a call from the police station, letting me know that they had found a set of prints in my apartment. And those set of prints had matched some unknown prints they found on my car as well.

It was solid proof. Whoever had done one had also ...