"I'm gonna turn myself in," He replied, standing up and crossing to the fresh made coffee and attempted to pour himself a cup one-handed.

I stood and paced back and forth, swearing and mumbling through my teeth, "I'm gonna break somethin', I'm gonna break somethin'," I looked at Greyson. "And it's gonna be yer other arm."

I started toward him, but Monkey stepped between us, pushing me back.

"Skweeker! This isn't gonna solve anything. Hurting him isn't gonna make anything different. If you feel you need to break something, shake it. He's got a good idea." she rationed.

I glared at her and for the life of me couldn't see the sense in what she was saying. She wanted him to all but go right in there and say openly that he murdered a boy when he wasn't even in town when it happened. Right then, I decided that Monkey McCartney was crazy and beyond help.

Greyson took a sip of his coffee and spoke, "Do you even understand why I want to do this?"

"Do what? Give yourself up for something you didn't do? No good can come of it. None at all," I all but yelled, Monkey still pushing me backwards, and ultimately on to the sofa.

"Lissen to reason, McCain, why would a murderer turn himself in?" Monkey asked me. "He wouldn't, that's why this would take some of the heat off of him and force the police to look elsewhere for another lead."

"So what, he goes in, turns himself in, but pleads innocent. That's wonderful. An innocent man turning himself in for murder, just wonderful. So let's just say that a wave of sympathy comes over the bulls and they do look for other leads, when this hits the papers, what're those Manhattan boys gonna scream? Manipulation and bribery. Then they'll call for justice and to look farther into things and they'll call for me to be there with him. And then what are you gonna do Monkey? Huh? You ain't gonna stay here cause they'll come in the middle of the night and rough ya up. They won't kill ya cause it'll be to suspicious, so they'll charge it off to a bad section of town, and then what do you do?" I wasn't trying to scare her, but I did and I could tell I did. She hadn't thought of all of this, but I'd done it before and didn't want to do it again, much less watch someone far less experienced than me go through it.

"Skweeker, things aren't going to go that far," Greyson tried to comfort to no avail.

"Yes they will, when those boys are bent on something, they're bent on it. And what are we supposed to do when you're in jail, huh? Where are we supposed to go? Did you even think about this?" I buried my head in my hands. "Did you?"

Monkey sunk into the bed, and he looked at me and sipped his drink again, he was mulling it over. I knew it, he hadn't thought it through. I had a feeling things were to come crashing down at any minute. People were going to get hurt and somehow I had a feeling that I was going to be the cause.