Diego suggested the three of them meet at Monet's again, since he was feeling extra tired and wanted more coffee to keep himself awake. Estela and Winston agreed.

A half an hour after Winston had met with Deputy Standall, the trio sat at the same corner table and began to discuss the events of the odd questioning.

"I'm telling you guys, there was something seriously off about that meeting." Winston said.

Estela leaned forward and asked, "What did Deputy Standall say to you?"

"He told me he called me in to talk about Bryce's death or more specifically the boy who killed him."

Winston took a long sip of his coffee before continuing, "He was referring to Monty and asked if he was with me the night Bryce died."

"What? How could he have possibly known you two were together that night?" Diego asked.

"Or even who you are?" Estela added.

"That's the thing. He said that a few sources told him." Winston replied. Diego and Estela looked at him in confusion.

"But who are his sources?" Estela asked.

Winston shrugged, "Beats me. I asked him that same question and he said he wasn't able to share that information with me."

Diego slammed his fist down on the table, "That asshole, I swear to god, I'm gonna-"

"Diego! Calm down!" Estela reprimanded when she saw a few people glance over to their table.

"No! I'm done calming down, Estela. There is some seriously fucked up shit going on and we need to figure it out. Now." Diego exclaimed.

"Diego-" Estela began.

Winston cut her off, "No, he's right. Nobody else is going to do something about this. So, it's about time we did."

Diego grinned and looked over at Estela. She had a look of disapproval on her face. After a few seconds, Estela sighed, knowing she wasn't going to win a argument between them, "What do you suggest we do then?"

Winston and Diego looked at each other and smiled. Winston was the first to speak.

"I have an idea. It's a little crazy, but you guys have to trust me. Can you do that?" He asked.

Diego nodded immediately, "Hell yeah."

"Estela?" Diego looked over at her.

Her head was turned down. When she looked up, she stared directly into Winston's eyes, "I trust you."

Diego whooped in excitement, something Winston was learning was a habit of his.

Estela smiled at Diego's antics before turning to Winston, "So, what's your idea?"

"I think we should spy on Deputy Standall." He said.

"Like stalk him?" Diego asked and Winston nodded.

"Yeah. We'll get up early and watch his every move at the police station." Winston replied.

Diego groaned and laid his head down on the table, "We have to get up early, again?"

"Just ignore him." Estela told Winston, "If we do this tomorrow, won't we be skipping school?"

"Didn't we agree that we'd do whatever it takes to get Monty justice?" Winston reminded her.

She nodded, "Okay, let's do it."

Diego lifted his head from the table, "I'm all for skipping school. I'm in."

"Do you think the paranoid group might get suspicious that we're not at school?" Estela asked Diego.

Winston had a confused look on his face, "Why would they be suspicious?"

"Because they know we're up to something. Deputy Standall's son, Alex, goes to Liberty. We were waiting to tell you, but apparently Alex got word that you were at the station today." Diego said.

"And Justin Foley, also a member of the paranoid group, just so happened to be working the early shift here at Monet's before school. He saw us talking this morning. " Estela added.

"Every person in that damn group was giving us death stares all day." Diego clenched his fists.

"Oh shit." Winston swore.

"Yeah." Diego sighed.

"Even if they know we're working together, we still have to keep trying to find the truth." Estela told them. Diego and Winston both nodded.

The next morning, Winston texted Estela and Diego to meet him outside the police station. It was still dark outside, so no one was inside the building yet. Once they all arrived, they began to plan out what they were going to do.

"I looked at all four sides of the station and saw that the left side, has no doors or windows. No possible way of entry or exit." Winston said, "I figure, if we all take one side, there's no way we could miss him leave."

Diego and Estela agreed to the plan. Soon they were all in their own cars, Winston parked outside front entrance, Estela on the right side, and Diego was in the back.

After a few minutes, Winston saw a truck pull into the parking lot. He recognized the man that stepped out of it immediately.

Winston texted them.

Several hours passed by without a single sign of anything out of the ordinary. At noon, Deputy Standall went outside and got back into his truck. Winston followed him, only to find him going out for lunch. When Deputy Standall returned, he parked his truck outside the back of the station, which they all thought was odd.

When the clock finally struck eight PM, it seemed like they had wasted a whole day for nothing. That was until Diego texted them that Deputy Standall was going out the back entrance and walking to his truck.

As he drove away, Estela and Winston decided to get inside Diego's car and follow him. Diego floored it and made it to the road just in time to see Deputy Standall's taillights turn the corner.

"He's going into the woods." Winston noted.

Diego stopped driving and turned his headlights off, so Deputy Standall wouldn't see them. The group watched in silent anticipation as Deputy Standall got out of his truck with a bag of leftovers in his hand. He walked a little further in the woods.

They saw him reach toward the ground and open up a hatch. Estela gasped when he climbed down what looked like a ladder and closed the opening.

"What the hell is he doing?" Diego asked, but got no reply. Estela and Winston had no idea what was going on either.

Fifteen minutes later, Deputy Standall reappeared, this time without the bag of leftovers. He got back into his truck and drove away to what they assumed was his home.

"What do you think is down there?" Estela asked.

"I have no clue." Diego said.

"We should go look." Winston suggested and reached for the door handle.

"Dude, come on. I've already gone home late one night this week, I don't want to do it again." Diego said.

"Wait, seriously? We're just giving up?" Winston asked, his hand so close to opening up the car door.

"I have gotten, like, zero hours of sleep in this past week. I just want to go home. This day felt like a fucking waste of time." Diego said.

Winston looked at Estela, "What do you think we should do?"

Estela looked at the floor, "My mom hasn't been doing very well ever since Monty..." She didn't finish that sentence, "I don't really want to give her any more reasons to worry."

Diego started the car and began driving out of the woods, "That's reason enough for us to get the fuck out of here."

Winston removed his hand from the door handle, "Okay." He said. But he wasn't okay and he didn't know if he'd be okay ever again.

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