Page 108 of Think Twice

“In terms of Bo? Yes.”

“We don’t even contact the authorities?”

“He has family. He has loved ones and friends. They will call the authorities if they believe he’s in danger. We need to think this all the way through for a moment. An hour ago, PT informed us that there may be a serial killer out there.”

“Okay.”

“He also informed us that this particular serial killer has covered his tracks by implicating someone else—a scapegoat, if you will—as the killer. The only connective tissue they’ve found so far…” He waited.

“Is Greg Downing,” Myron finished for him.

“Precisely. He connects the Callisters and Jordan Kravat,” Win continued. “Ergo, if Kravat was a victim of the same killer as the Callisters, who is the innocent man serving time for that murder?”

“Joey the Toe.”

“And who was the witness who helped put Joey away?”

“Are you saying Bo Storm lied on the stand?”

“Bo lied to you. He lied about Greg having cancer. He lied about Greg dying.”

“And the other evidence found at Jordan Kravat’s murder scene,” Myron said. “The DNA or whatever. That fits into this serial killer’s MO.”

“In light of this, the official explanation of the murder makes little sense. Joseph Turant, the gaffer—if you will allow me my Britishism—of a major crime family, has avoided arrest for decades by being careful. Does it seem logical that he would suddenly become stupid enough to murder this stripper-slash-sex-worker or his pimp—let’s call them what they are; if they were women victims, that’s how people would label them—and leave behind a witness like Bo Storm and so many clues?”

“It does not,” Myron agreed.

“One more thing: Joey the Toe went after us hard. Really hard. He has been searching high and low for Bo Storm for five years. If someone testified truthfully about him, even if it put Joey behind bars, do we really think he would go to these lengths just for revenge?”

“He might, but it does seem a lot. Hiring those killers to threaten my parents. Sending his soldiers to Montana. Scouring the area. I don’t even know how the Turants found Bo.”

“They didn’t find him,” Win said.

“What do you mean?”

“Joey’s people didn’t find Bo Storm. I told them where he was.”

Myron just stood there.

“It was the only way,” Win said.

“You gave him up?”

“We aren’t bulletproof.”

“I know that.”

“We killed Turant’s men.”

“To rescue me.”

“And you think he understands that distinction?” Win asked. “I made a deal with Turant when we were in Vegas. Safe passage in exchange for information. Once I saw they had your father—”

“You were on that call too?”

Win nodded. “They would have killed him. They would have killed your mother. They would have gone after us too. In simple terms, Bo Storm isn’t worth that. So yes, I gave him up.”

“That’s why they stopped hurting my father,” Myron said.