She started the engine.

But when he saw Mr. Wrench get out of that truck, Lester felt the old itch. The basement. The hammer. The look in Malvo’s eyes— a fox in a henhouse .

“Found this in the evidence locker. Tag says ‘Hess, R. 2006.’” He set it down. Inside: a chipped snow globe, a bloody hunting knife, and a ledger.

Malvo laughed. Not a pained laugh. A delighted one. “Oh, Lester. You finally grew a spine. Right before I break it.”