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across the room into the chair. Through it all, I made sure he never lost sight of the Mauser. "Talk to me, Keltoand this time, talk to me straight." |
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It won't come as any surprise when I tell you the sullen look was gone. He blinked a couple of times and cautiously reached up to wipe off his mouth where a tiny trickle of crimson was oozing from his bruised lower lip. "I don't know what you're talking about," he stammered. |
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"See that little black thing over there?" I was pointing toward the telephone. "How would you like it if I walked over to it, picked it up, dialed the boys in the striped pants and told them you were withholding information about this whole ugly mess? Let me tell you something; if they happen to discover that you knew one thing that could have prevented just one of these atrocities, you won't take another hike to the woods for another thirty years. The way I see it, you're already an accessory to mass homicide." It sounded pretty bad, but the truth was, I had no idea what kind of charges the Mounties could drum up. I was bluffing. All I could hope was that he didn't know I was bluffing. |
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Kelto leaned forward, his eyes watering and puffy, still dabbing at his lower lip. "You can't do that. You can't interfere now." |
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"Watch me." I started to reach for the |
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