“I want you to listen to me very carefully,” Caleb said, leaning forward in his chair. “I’m your father, and I love you, but I’m also speaking to you as a lawyer. You’ve committed several murders, and these days, nobody can get away with that for long.”

“Oh, I don’t know,” Eben said.

“Why did you do it?”

“We had our reasons. Anyway, you taught us everything we know.”

“What?”

“You taught us how much fun it is beating up on other people. You beat us up, before we got too big to let you do it. You stood on the sidelines and egged us on when we wrestled and boxed. You always wanted us to kill the other guy.”

“And you took that to mean that murder is all right?”

“As long as you don’t get caught.”

“You’re going to get caught,” Caleb said.

“Why do you think that, Dad?”

“Because murderers always get caught. They’re going to check every minute of your last four or five days, and they’re going to punch holes in your story.”

“We’ve got it covered,” Enos said.

“You think your friends are going to go on covering for you when they find out what the police want?”

“Sure, they will.”

“No, they’ll be dragged into a police station and told that if they lie for you, they’re accessories to multiple murders and that accessories get the same sentences as perpetrators. Haven’t you watched enough TV to know that? They’ll crack to save themselves, and when they do, you’ll find yourselves in jail, then on trial, then…”

“You wouldn’t let us lose a trial, would you Dad?” Eben asked. “Not with your legal connections.”

“I can’t fix a trial,” Caleb said. “And if they have the evidence, you’ll be convicted, and you’ll spend the rest of your lives in prison.” Caleb saw that he wasn’t getting through to them. “They’ll separate you.”

“What?” Enos asked, looking alarmed.

“They won’t let brothers serve in the same prison; they’ll put you in different places.”

Enos looked as if he were going to cry.

“You’ve got to get out of here and tonight,” Caleb said.

“How?” Eben asked. “Where would we go? What would we do for money?”

“I told you, the woman bought her way out.”

“How?”

“I set up a numbered bank account in Singapore; from there you can transfer funds to any bank in the world just by going online.”

“How much did she pay?”

“A million two hundred thousand dollars. It’s already in the account.” He handed them the sheets that Holly had printed. “Here’s all the information.”

The boys held a candle over the pages and read them. “Holy shit,” they said together.