Jesse was still lying on his back, stunned, when he heard the gun go off.

He was on his feet a moment later, running to his partner's side.

The cop was on the ground, unconscious again. His skin had turned a pale, ashy color and blood was pouring out of the side of his face and his left knee.

"God," Jesse groaned, almost sick at the sight. "What the hell are you doing?"

Ty just shrugged coolly, tossing the gun back to him.

"I thought maybe you could handle him next time if he had two busted knees.

For God's sake, I left you alone for five minutes!"

"It's not my fault! You said—"

"Shut up. We have to move. Fast. Help me with the money."

They left the cop lying there and went back to the tunnel entrance, where the five duffle bags Ty had brought up were strewn across the ground, apparently abandoned in his haste to nail the cop with the tree branch before he got away.

Jesse grabbed two of them and started to walk back to the van, but stopped when he saw the bloody screwdriver lying in the dirt.

"What's that?" He asked, picking it up.

"That's why we have to beat it out of here. Ran into some trouble down in the tunnel."

"Trouble?" Jesse repeated, his stomach tightening. "Cop trouble?"

Ty shrugged carelessly.

"Probably. Don't worry about it."

Ty glanced over at him, glaring when he saw his hands were trembling.

"Don't start that now," he growled. "You're in this as deep as I am."

"I didn't kill anyone...Dylan or Keith…"

"You didn't stop me. That's enough for the D.A. Trust me. You can't turn on me now."

"I'm not going to--"

"Damn right you're not. You know what would happen if you even thought about it."

"Yeah. I know. I was there…"

Jesse swallowed and slowly made his way back to the passenger seat of the van.

"Where are you going?" Ty barked after him.

"What?"

Ty gestured angrily at the cop's inert body.

"Help me get him in the van. We can't leave him here now. If they find the tunnel, they'll be here in about five minutes. We have to dump him somewhere else, where they can't connect him to us."

"Fine."

It took longer to dump the cop's body into the back of the van than it had the first time.

When they were done, Jesse's shirt was smeared with blood.

Ty didn't seem to notice his pants were, as well.

"What do we do now?" Jesse asked him as he shut and locked the door again.

"We dump him somewhere they won't find him anytime soon, and get the hell out of here."

"What about the last job?"

"Forget it!"

"Okay…"

Jesse jumped into the passenger seat and buckled up, looking over at Ty, whose face had hardened into a grim mask.

"Where are we going to dump him?"

"Don't worry," Ty smiled slowly. "I know a place."