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Luther’s cruiser was close. He drove them back as far as the fork in the road, where Luther traded it for his roomier SUV. Adam and Iris swept lingering glass from their seats before Luther gunned the engine, spinning the wheels in the gravel.
Body humming with pain and a sense of urgency, Adam had difficulty focusing on anything except the ding-ding-ding of the vehicle’s hey dummies! you’re not wearing your seat belts warning. “Is Harlan with JJ?” he asked.
“Yeah,” Luther said. “There’s a chopper on the way.”
Moments later, he whipped the vehicle around and backed in at the front of the house. Adam’s door was open and he’d stepped to the ground almost before Luther had the transmission in park.
“Hey,” Luther yelled over his shoulder, “the man who killed your dad is dead.”
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