Jack’s grin spread. “I had my people review all the security footage after the two of you left this afternoon,” he said. He lifted his glass to his lips. “Being the responsible citizen that I am.” He savored the alcohol in his mouth and then swallowed it. It was whiskey, Henry could smell it. “I didn’t want to be harboring evidence of a murder,” Jack said with a shrug. “Plus, I can’t have someone slaughtering my party guests—even the ones who aren’t officially invited. It doesn’t look good. I don’t want to get a reputation as a bad host.” He bent his head and looked down into his glass, swirling it absentmindedly. “Plus, I wanted to see what Archie would do.”

It was Henry’s turn to chuckle. Of course Jack wouldn’t turn over any sort of evidence to the cops unless there was something in it for him. “You thought he’d bury it,” Henry said.

“Shit, yes,” Jack said with a sharp laugh. “I thought he’d throw that flash drive in the river. That’s what I would have done. How about you? Most people wouldn’t want that kind of thing getting out. You see the video? I got a hard-on just watching it.”

Jack was goading him, but Henry wasn’t going to take the bait. “So Archie was supposed to destroy the footage,” Henry said, “and then you’d have had a nice piece of blackmail material in your back pocket.”

Jack put his hand over his heart. “Of course I would hope I’d never need to use it,” he said.

“Of course,” Henry said.

Another chopper went by overhead, and the air was briefly full of shredded leaves. Jack’s scarf whipped in the wind.

“But it turns out that Archie Sheridan is actually the Boy Scout everyone says he is,” Jack said. He had to shout to be heard over the chopper engine.

“We both know that’s not true, don’t we, Jack?” Henry shouted back.

“I find that I hear conflicting reports on that topic,” Jack said.

The chopper passed and the wind stopped. Jack picked a piece of dead leaf out of his glass and flicked it away.

“You’re a ball of contradictions yourself,” Henry said. “This afternoon you refused to turn over the security footage we politely asked for without a warrant. Now look at us. You’ve turned over the tapes. You’ve got half the cops in the county crawling all over your property. And as far as I can tell, you don’t seem that unnerved by it.”

Jack leaned slightly forward and the yellow light from the landscaping fixture carved deeper into his face. His eyes, though, were still shadowed in black. “She murdered my daughter,” he said. “I want her caught.”

“Not half as bad as I do,” Henry said.