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Luther sat outside the hospital, waiting.
He knew his body was all out of whack, but he couldn’t help feeling it wasn’t much colder outside than the air conditioning had been inside. The local anesthetic was wearing off, and air felt funny against his sutured forehead. He found himself wrinkling his brows to test out the skin, before the vague tug reminded him there was a reason it had been numbed.
Where the hell was Grant?
Evie kidnapped. JJ must be losing her goddamned mind. When they spoke, Grant had said the car Luther described, with its bloody but empty cooler, was consistent with the vehicle Marcus Brown had seen parked at Iris Rutledge’s house. (Luther would not have grieved if Danny had been a better shot where Marcus was concerned.) He endeavored to make sense of the conne
