Cole rolled his eyes. Fine - if he didn't want to choose his own damn defense, then he couldn't complain if someone was chosen for him. He tried not to look at Trenton's appearance for too long, instead pulling open the cell door and watching him warily.
A selfish part of him didn't want it to be an accident, because if it was then he was entirely in the wrong - cold blooded murder was different than a fight that got too out of hand. Accidents couldn't be blamed on anyone; accidents were tragic and drove people crazy with what ifs. But if it was an accident, why didn't Trenton tell anyone? Was it because he had an unconscious Boyd in his penthouse as well? What excuse did he have for that? Cole didn't trust himself enough to speak, instead motioning for Trenton to move forward - Micah could walk in front, and he'd walk behind, keeping Trenton safely in the middle.