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"It's possible," Keith said. "I went there several times looking for Boyette. I signed the register, and there was a guy at the desk, Rudy, I think, who knew my name." "But he didn't see you drive away with Boyette late Wednesday night?" "No one saw us. It was after midnight." Matthew shrugged, satisfied. All three worked on their coffee for a moment, then Keith said, "I can make the link, Matthew. I knew I was violating the law when I left with Boyette because you made things very clear. I made a choice. At the time, I knew I was doing the right thing. I have no regrets now, so long as Boyette is found before he hurts anyone else. But if he's not found, and if someone gets hurt, then I'll have a ton of regrets. I am not going to live with a possible criminal violation hanging over my head. We plan to deal with it now." Dana and Keith were both looking at Matthew, who said, "That's sort of what I figured." "I'm not running from this," Keith said. "And we can't live with the threat of an officer knocking on the door. Let's get it over with." Matthew shook his head and said, "Okay, but you'll need a lawyer." "What about you?" Dana asked. "A defense lawyer, as in criminal defense. Me? I'm now on the other side of the street, and, frankly, I can help more over there." "Could Keith possibly go to jail?" she asked. "Get right to the point, don't you?" Keith said, with a smile. Dana was not smiling. Her eyes were moist. Matthew stretched his arms above his head, then leaned forward on his elbows. "Here's my worst-case scenario.