Now this was beginning to make sense.
“You’re being blackmailed.”
“Yeah. I had no choice about this. I already have a boatload of trouble waiting for me in Idaho, thanks to you.”
No. Thanks to himself.
But antagonizing him would get her nowhere.
“You don’t have to do this, Travis. A couple of vandalism incidents is a whole different ball game than accessory to murder.”
He began prowling back and forth again, like a caged animal in a zoo. “My career is toast if the police find out about those. I can’t take the chance.”
How to play this?
Could she appeal to his logic? Convince him he was making a huge mistake? Promise to let him off?
Anything that had the potential to save her life was worth trying.
“There’s no risk if I don’t press charges. If I forget any of this ever happened.”
He swung toward her, his backlit features difficult to read. “Why would you do that?”
Unless she was mistaken, there was a tiny hint of hope in his inflection. Like he was grasping for a way out of this.
She could work with that.
“I don’t believe in holding grudges. It’s not who I am.”
“Even about the parachute?”
“That’s history. If I brought it up now, it would be my word against yours—and I can’t prove you did it. Plus, I’ve recovered. I’d rather have my life than exact revenge.”
He shifted his weight. “You’re lying. The minute I let you out of here, you’ll call the cops.”
“Iamthe cops, Travis. And I don’t lie. If you help me get out of this, I promise you I won’t press charges. It sounds likeyou already have plenty of problems waiting for you in Idaho, and I’m not a vindictive person.”
“I don’t know ...”
He was wavering.
Yes!
“Have you ever seen me break a promise?”
“No. You were always a straight shooter. I guess—”
The door creaked open, and Bri jerked toward it.
So did Travis.
An instant later, a bright light was aimed at her abductor. He angled his head away and shielded his eyes while a figure slipped inside and shut the door.
“Hello, Travis. We meet at last.”
A mere six words, but Bri knew that voice.
It was Alison.