He’s got nothing to lose.” Mack leaned forward a little, his eyes intent on the task at hand. “Yeah, yeah, I know. What do you want me to do about it?” “I’m just thinking out loud.” “All they can offer Jonas is a lighter sentence on the three counts of kidnapping, but if we never find the kids, we don’t have the kidnapping to offer the lower sentences on. He keeps his mouth shut, he walks.” “And unless Jonas has someone helping him, the kids will wither and die wherever they are. Mack, those kids are all alone with no one—” “I know, I know. You got any ideas?” “I do.” “What? Spill it, because I got nothing.” The freeway opened up for several miles ahead, and he pulled into the number one lane closest to the center divider. I breathed a little easier. He shut down the siren and kept the red light to the front, kept the speed at 100. “There’s really only one option,” I said. He took his eyes off the road for a long, dangerous second and looked at me.
