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Luther leaned against a piece of furniture he didn’t have the name for. Fiberboard Piece of s**t, how was that? He’d quickly learned that the size and layout of the motel room made pacing damn near impossible, and he wasn’t about to go outside in the cold. Unless Adam didn’t show up soon. That’s why Luther avoided looking at his watch. If he did, he’d have to set a solid deadline for venturing out to find him.
Virgil sat in a chair, at an angle so they weren’t exactly facing each other, but each knew what the other was up to. There was just enough light in the room to highlight Virgil’s spooky, glacier ice eyes, so Luther tried not to catch his attention. Except talking made Virgil uncomfortable, so that might deflect his attention even more than being quiet.
“What can you tell me ab
