Skylar nibbled her bottom lip. She had no idea where she could get one but was sure Rawley would know and maybe they could get one together. She hoped he put one up in front of that front window. It would be so perfect there.
As she drove home, the snow got heavier, piling up on the wipers as they swished back and forth. She turned the defroster on, but it didn’t seem to help. She hoped she could get home in this. She was shocked by how fast it was covering the road.
By the time she arrived home, her hands were shaking and she hoped Rawley wasn’t out in this. She opened the door,stepped out and gasped as she popped the hatch, then quickly picked up the box and carried it inside, then returned to the vehicle to get the box containing the whiskey.
Once inside, she took her coat and beanie off, then made a fire in the hearth. As it snapped and crackled around the logs, she made her way to her bedroom, stripped off her clothes and dressed in a T-shirt and sweatpants, then walked to the kitchen to make a cup of tea.
After it was finished, she picked it up, headed back to the living room, then sat on the sofa, sighing at the warmth from the fireplace. She looked out the window, and it looked like a white-out. She really hoped Rawley would get here.
****
Rawley entered the conference room to see Hill sitting on a chair wearing handcuffs. He looked up at him but quickly looked away as Rawley pulled a chair out, sat down and placed the recorder on the table.
“What do you want to tell me?”
“I want a deal,” Hill said.
“I want to hear what you have to say first. If I get needed information from you, I’ll see what I can do for you.” Rawley sat back in the chair and folded his arms.
Hill sighed. “The Peterbilt belonged to Hal’s father. He sells them.”
“So, he just let his son take it?” Rawley shook his head.
“His father lets him do whatever he wants.”
“How many semis were used?”
“Three.”
“So, he just took three trucks, and his father didn’t say anything about not getting them back? Come on, I don’t believe that.”
“It’s the truth.”
“I’m not an idiot. You’re lying. Now, either tell me who did what or you’re going back to your cell… without a deal,” Rawley snapped.
“Okay, I’ll tell you if you promise I won’t be in the same jail as Axel. He’ll kill me.”
“I’ll do what I can. Talk.”
“Hal’s father is in on it. He owns a semi dealership in Missoula. He told Hal he knew how we could make money. He’d provide the trucks, then after we destroyed them, he’d turn it into the insurance company.”
“He turned three trucks in, and the insurance company paid him?”
“Two. The last one hasn’t been turned in yet, but Mr. White’s insurance adjuster was also in on it. He took a cut from the insurance payment which was the cost of a truck. Like over a hundred thousand dollars.”
Rawley huffed out a laugh. “What a racket. Do you happen to know their names?”
“Not the adjuster but Hal’s dad’s name is Harold White, Sr.”
“I hope he realizes he got his son killed.”
“Hal knew Axel would do it because he never turns down a way to make money. legal or illegal.”
“What about the other two? The Jessup’s.”
“They were friends of Axel’s and do anything he would tell them to. I needed some money.”
“There are better ways to get money other than stealing. Anything else?”
