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Luther had struggled this morning to come up with a strategy. He needed to avoid attracting unwanted attention, so he couldn’t be late to work. But he also shouldn’t be too early, because that would be unusual as well. He made himself a sandwich and ate it standing at the counter while he watched the clock. Then his two and a half cups of coffee sent him to the bathroom, where he realized any attention-deflecting strategies were moot. The shower steam had finally cleared from his mirror (he’d skipped shaving), revealing that he had a helluva shiner.
He leaned in, painfully stretching the bruised skin around his left cheek. Damn, he thought. I should’ve iced it. But at least there was no damage to his eye. If Grant asked about it, he could always say he’d done it working on his car. Or
