Character Profile: Trent Davis
Main Character: She-Devil
First Appearance: Irrevocable
Hair: dirty blonde, in She-Devil he wears it long and pulled back in a ponytail
Eyes: Dark Green
Age at first appearance: 32
Height: 6′
Residence: Trent lives in a bungalow style house within Ashville city limits. Although he’s done some improvements on the house since moving in, he’s quite clear that he bought the house simply for the three car garage in back that gives him plenty of room to tinker on cars and projects.
Education: MS in Criminal Justice
Employment: Detective, Ashville PD. Tren was James’s handler while James was undercover at the Retreat and when he takes his own undercover job, their roles are reversed.
Parents: Father, estranged since early childhood. He and his mother moved to Ashville before Trent started school. As a single mother and a nurse, he spent a lot of time with the Carter family next door who treated him as a member of their own family. Trent and James Carter became best friends, discovering many common interests growing up that led them to pursue degrees in criminal justice and careers in law enforcement. Trent also became close to James’s little sister, Stephanie, whom he admired for her tenacity and strength while battling cystic fibrosis.
Affiliations: Ashville PD
Characteristics: Although Trent cares deeply for his friends, he never got over the loss of his first love, Stephanie, when she succumbed to an infection due to cystic fibrosis as a teenager. Trent has had a string of casual relationships, notably with Libby Thorne who later became his boss. He throws himself into his work and refuses to back down from a case, especially when innocent and vulnerable lives are at risk. He can be crude and blunt at times, but he realizes that nothing in life is perfect and rather than dancing around an issue, he calls it as he sees it.
Identifying marks: Trent’s first tattoo, a purple rose over his heart with twisted stems and thorns that wrap around the word fight, was a tribute to Stephanie. Since then, he has regularly added new pieces that adorn his skin from neck to ankles.
Bonus Scene
Bonus content may contain spoilers.
This scene is from an early draft. I thought it was fun to give Gavin some of the karma he deserved, but it didn’t fit with the final version…
At least with Trent here, I didn’t have to worry about Gavin getting a hold of him. I had no doubt he’d find some way to pass off whatever punishment he got to someone else.
As Trent and I sat on the couch, a crashing sound outside the door jarred me to my feet.
“Hey, Mama,” Gavin yelled, slamming something against the door again.
Always. Always.
But I was frozen in my spot. Frozen between Trent and Gavin. Trent who already saw too much. Too many of the things I didn’t want anyone to see. And Gavin.
I had nowhere to hide. I couldn’t cover myself in bravado while a guy wielding who knows what pounding down my door.
“Want me to take care of it?” Trent asked.
Was he trying to let me take the lead? Or just wholly doubting my ability to handle it on my own.
If Gavin didn’t already have it out for him, he would now, whether or not Trent stepped in.
And who was I kidding… there was no not stopping in. Trent wasn’t going to hide in the bathroom while Gavin…
Gavin fought dirty.
Gavin kept me off balance. Mainly because I knew there was no way out.
I took a breath, barely starting to exhale before the front wall of my apartment shook.
“Fine,” I grabbed the gun, I had hidden under the coffee table.
Trent’s eyes went wide. I grabbed his shoulders so he could hear me over the ruckus shaking my door. “Stand to the side and unlock the door. Don’t open it. And don’t kill him.”
There would be no getting out of the ramifications for that. Especially for a Prospect. While Trent’s back was to me, I shimmied out of my jeans, and pulled his coat on.”
Trent scowled when he reached the door and turned to me again.
I nodded toward the door. I wanted Gavin off guard, and me without pants would surely do the trick.
Trent unlocked each lock, then readied the gun. The door clicked open and opened with a whoosh that pushed my hair back. The door slammed into the wall, and the unsuspecting Gavin stood there looking like a damn deer in the headlights.
“You’ve come to your senses,” he said with a wry grin.
“Oh, yeah,” I scoffed.
He hadn’t even noticed Trent so close and holding a gun to his head.
My eyes dropped to Gavin’s hand and the crowbar he held.
This time he hadn’t dropped it when he heard the lock.
My heart starts to speed even faster.
Still not dropping it. Still not dropping it.
Trent cleared his throat.
“You….” Gavin took a step away, holding the crowbar up like it stood any chance of saving him against a gun. “Oh, you’re finished for this.”
“No, he isn’t,” I said. “I’m pretty sure at least Cannon and Fitch will side with me if I explain what happened and why he’s holding that gun.”
“Why? You fuckin’ them too?”
Trent growled, scowling as he held his ground.
“Yeah, we all know what you two have been up to.” Gavin smirked at Trent. “You didn’t think you were the first?”
“I’m not as dumb as you.”
I shot daggers at Trent. Okay, as if this whole situation wouldn’t piss off the man. Sawyer’s golden child. But he didn’t take his eyes off Gavin.
“Oh, Prospect, let’s talk dumb.” The crowbar bounced slightly in his grip.
Fuck.
“Get the hell out of here Gavin. Gun versus crowbar means odds aren’t in your favor, and I’m serious.”
“Fuckin’ Prospect isn’t going to shoot me, we all know it.”
I crossed my arms and let the air rush out of my chest. Trent’s eyes bounced to me for an instant while Gavin looked in my direction.
I shrugged and nodded. In an instant, the explosion of the blast deafened me for a second. Then, Gavin yelled, and the crowbar clanged to the floor.
“You fucker… Your life… it’s over….” Gavin held his hand over his bleeding bicep.
And while he was slightly incapacitated and hopefully in a lot of pain, I rushed him. Shoving him into the wall. “You had your fun. Now, stop fucking with me unless you want everyone to know what cookie jars those hands have been in.”
Gavin bucked. “As if you have anything—”
I grabbed his collar and yanked him forward, then whispered into his ear. “Alexia and (Sawyer’s girlfriend’s kid).”
His snarl turned into something else. Something animalistic.
“And,” I said, stepping back. “Don’t worry, I have a few contingencies now if you get any ideas.”
“So,” I adjusted his collar and patted his chest. “You better come up with a good excuse for that. And if you ever come busting down my door again, I’ll have him shoot your dick off.”
