Weston slumped. "Thank God."
"And now you're going to take that story to the cops."
"What?"
Jack leaned down, knife digging in. "You think my employer wants the cops nosing around in Janie Ernst's past?"
"No, but - "
"You said it was an accident. You were drunk. Hell, you were so drunk you took her truck."
"Mine's not running so well," Weston whined.
"Point is, you're looking at manslaughter, tops. Even if you do time, you'll be out before you know it, and back to your life." He bent farther. "Which you aren't going to have if you don't turn yourself in."
Weston audibly swallowed.
Jack twisted the switchblade. "Remember how I said you'd die if you didn't tell me the truth? Well, if you don't tell the cops, you're going to wish I'd killed you."
"O-okay I'll go see them in the morning - "
"You'll see them tonight. If you want manslaughter, you're damned well going to want to prove remorse. And you want to prove you were drunk while the booze is still swimming around your blood. You'll go to them tonight and, as for me, I was never here, right?"
"R-right."
"And just in case you think of running? Remember who you're dealing with. This isn't some pissy local gang. Wherever you go, we'll find you, and when we do, it'll be too late to change your mind."
As Weston babbled promises, Jack tossed Janie's keys into the undergrowth. Then he untied Weston's hands, leaving him to get the blindfold off and his legs freed before he found the keys. That meant we'd have a lengthy head start, which we'd need, considering we had to walk all the way back to town for my truck.
There was no way I was making Jack limp for five kilometers. Of course, I wasn't stupid enough to offer to get the truck - I just waited until we got back on the main road and took off, his muttered curses fading behind me.
When I returned, I drove right past Jack, who'd stepped into the ditch when he saw lights. But I caught his wave through the mirror and turned around.
I took the long way out, circling Bancroft so I wouldn't be seen passing through twice in a few minutes. Not that there was anyone around, but I wasn't taking chances.
"That stuff about paralyzing someone," I said. "It's bullshit."
A faint smile. "Are you sure?"
"Ninety-nine percent."
"Would you risk it?"
"I guess not," I said with a laugh. "I'll have to remember that one. Anyway, about getting him to confess? I hadn't thought of that, but it'll make things much easier if no one comes banging on my door."
"Thought so."
I glanced at him. "Thanks."
A shrug. "Easy enough."
Ten kilometers of dense forest passed in silence, then I said, "So I was wrong again."
"Both of us were. Got the killer right. Just the wrong motive." He rubbed his leg above the cast. "The wrong motive for Janie. Maybe not wrong for Sammi."
"You think someone else killed her to steal Destiny."
He nodded.