Jaxson pushed off the wall and paced in small, slow circles in front of the door. He'd heard her question, her pleading, but wasn't yet prepared to answer that. The logical thing would be to get rid of this whole situation by turning the lot of them in—Artemis, Amy, and the several he knew of that met at the shop. If Vanessa knew how much he'd helped Artemis to get out, she'd confirm this idea. He'd save her reputation and his own that way. He stopped, facing the door between him and Artemis. It was too late to save his own hide; he'd already cast his lot and was in it, for better or for worse. Probably worse. "What can I do?" He asked through the door.