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Luther shut off his engine and stared at Iris Rutledge’s house. He couldn’t say why he’d come here. But, after heading home to change out of his uniform, it seemed like a reasonable alternative to getting completely shitfaced. Plus, he didn’t have enough booze left in the house for that.
Adam’s car was parked out front, but not Iris’s. That was good. Luther wasn’t sure he could face her right now. Luther was almost to the front steps when he heard a strange sound, like some crazy bird, or maybe a hog being butchered.
It stopped him in his tracks when he heard it again at the front door.
A person screaming.
Luther reached automatically for the duty weapon that was no longer there. s**t. And he’d forgotten his backup. He found the front door unlocked, and pushed it open carefully, mi
