Will gave a muffled sigh. "I'd hate it," he admitted. "I'd tell you you can't help them if he gets you, too. I'd tell you we'd find another way."
Which was easily said.
Yes, guilt and desperation were a dangerous foundation for a plan; Clio was right about that. And a human bait play was dicey even under the best of circumstances.
But, fuck, what other way was there? They didn't know the first place to look for the Sheriff's prison. They'd no way of tracking him and no way of knowing where or when he'd turn up – except that, eventually, he'd come for each of them. Point of capture might be the only chance they had to put a trace on him. That wasn't crazy, was it? He wasn't crazy. He was thinking tactically, right?