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“What the hell’s going on?” Luther demanded.
He’d taken a moment to cut the chain to Iris’s handcuffs before rearranging the seats in his SUV and sweeping out the worst of the glass in the back. His mind screamed the whole time, a low, wordless, droning screech. Luther wasn’t sure which was tweaking him worse, killing a man or watching one rise from the dead to die again. Danny’s eyes… When he had risen, lunging toward Luther with a knife in his hand, the light in the man’s eyes had come from elsewhere, not from within.
Those eyes had persisted in Luther’s mind, in his shaking limbs, when he returned to find Harlan frantic, climbing over JJ to reach Adam, who’d collapsed next to her.
“You sneaky sonuvabitch!” Harlan shouted, cupping his hands beneath Adam’s neck. “f**k! Teddy, what
