He'd been counting on Trenton's denial, but before he could even take a step forward Micah had beat him to it. He held himself back, although the surge of satisfaction he felt when he saw Micah's fist connecting with his jaw was unmistakable. The pain would be nothing compared to what he'd done, to Boyd and Aaron and probably a number of other people, but it was a start.
Even in his anger, though, Cole knew that his friend's control was slipping - and if he ended up using that gun, things would be bad. He couldn't let it get that far. He placed a restraining hand on Micah's arm and gave him a look before approaching Trenton himself. He was close enough to mess up that smug face of his pretty well, but he kept his hands at his sides. "I know you murdered Aaron," he said quietly, watching the other man's face for any sign of recognition. "Just like I know you raped Boyd. You two fought about Shiloh, didn't you? Then Aaron came up here, he saw Boyd and thought she was dead - and he got angry. So you killed him, you killed a fucking kid; and then you dragged his body down to the catacombs and buried him there, thinking that no one would ever know and you'd get away scot-free." He inhaled sharply, trying to keep his anger in check. "But you were wrong. Everyone will know what you did, and then you'll get what you deserve. Your money isn't going to help you out of this one, Trenton."
Cole regarded him for another moment, and then he snapped and suddenly his fist was swinging low and aiming for Trenton's stomach. Oops. He returned to Micah's side, still seething. "Where are we keeping him until his trial?"