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“Yes.”
“And, what, they stayed with him and checked out the Shanty to make sure you were telling the truth.”
“Yes.” Win rubbed his face with his hand, a gesture Myron had never seen him make before. “I messed up,” he said. Also words Myron didn’t think he’d ever heard Win utter. “I should have realized that they might track my plane. I miscalculated Turant’s desperation until I saw the gun on your father.”
“And giving up Bo was your only option?”
Win put his hands on Myron’s shoulders. “We are good, Myron—but no one is that good. I had no choice. It’s over now.”
“And what about Bo Storm?”
“A casualty of war.”
“I don’t know if I’m good with that.”
“Doesn’t matter if you are or not. You understand the stakes. If it makes you feel any better, killing Bo won’t help Turant. He needs Bo to tell the truth without appearing coerced.”
“It doesn’t make me feel better.”
“I didn’t think it would.”
“You’re okay with all this?”
“This isn’t about my personal comfort. I made the choice. I don’t think it was a difficult one.”
“Suppose Bo was telling the truth. Suppose Bo did see Joey the Toe murder Jordan Kravat that night.”
Win smiled. “You do love your moral dilemmas.”
“I want to know if it bothers you at all. I want to know if you still sleep well at night.”
“It doesn’t bother me at all,” Win said. Then he added: “And I never sleep well at night.”
Myron shook his head. “You’re something.”
“I don’t care about Bo Storm. I care about your parents. We all feel that way. Strangers don’t matter to us except in a theoretical way. We just pay the notion lip service.”
“You made the decision, so I didn’t have to.”
“This was an easy call for me. I would sacrifice a hundred Bo Storms to save your parents. And while you don’t want to admit it, so would you.”
It was an uncomfortable truth. “Dangerous way to think,” Myron said.
“Then you probably don’t want to know how many lives I would sacrifice to save you,” Win said. “Or maybe you would.”
CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
A few minutes later, Jeremy called. “Where are you?”
“I’m at my office,” Myron said. “How about you?”
“At Mom’s apartment,” his son said. “Can you come over?”
“Sure, what’s up?”
“Grace is here.”
Myron tried to conjure up the mental picture: Greg’s current soulmate at the apartment of Greg’s ex-wife Emily. “Grace is at your mom’s place?”
