LAST CALL WAS SON’S ‘KILLER’

Mom: False friend set up 15-yr.-old to be slain

A HEARTBROKEN Queens mom on Sunday said one of her son’s own friends killed him over an iPhone — and that his call history points to the suspect.

“My son was being robbed for his phone by his own friend,” said Annie Johnson, mother of 15-year-old Trevor Rhudd, as she cried and dabbed at her nose with a towel.

Trevor — known by his nickname, Bubba — was found dead with a gunshot wound to the chest at the Beach 41st Street Houses in Edgemere at 1:30 p.m. Saturday. His pockets were turned inside out.

Cops showed Johnson surveillance footage of four of Trevor’s friends, as well as a man she didn’t recognize, leading him into an ambush, she said.

“The last number on my son’s phone was from the same friend who killed him. He called my son from out of his home to take him around the other building to kill him. For a phone?” she said.

“His four friends . . . . They walked him to the back, all four of them behind my son.”

Minutes later, the man Johnson didn’t know — Miles Sutton — was captured on camera running out of the stairwell, she said.

“He came running out of the exit. It looks very suspicious,” Johnson said.

Sutton, 31, was charged with tampering with evidence, criminal possession of marijuana and criminal possession of a gun. He is not charged with murder.

Johnson did not believe Sutton was the killer.

“I know the friend who killed my son,” she said.

“Everybody told me who killed him.”

The suspect lived nearby and had known Trevor for around two years, she said. Johnson had never liked him.

“I said ‘Don’t come to my door no more, little boy, I don’t even know who you is . . . I don’t want you around,’” Johnson said.

“I don’t like to disrespect kids, but I said, ‘I don’t want you around my son.’ ”

She declined to identify the suspect, saying police were still looking for him.

“My baby thinks that everybody’s friends,” she added.

A neighbor recalled breaking the awful news of the shooting to Johnson.

“I watched this kid grow up. He and my son grew up together. He always used to come over . . . . He was well-respected, he would always give me a hug when he saw me,” the neighbor said, declining to give her name.

The neighbor’s own son now was too scared to leave their apartment.

“My son’s not sleeping because of this. He doesn’t want to come outside,” the neighbor said.

A distraught Johnson was thinking of moving out of the city altogether.

“Nowadays you don’t need a reason to kill nobody. People hang with you, but they don’t like you. My son was a well-known little boy, and he had people around him who don’t like him. And he thinks they’re his friends,” she said.

“I really can’t take it. My nose can’t stop bleeding, I really cannot take it.”