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JJ hadn’t admitted to Luther that, by Harlan’s calculations, she was an hour away from Teddy’s herself. She’d wanted Luther to feel like she was making a bigger concession than she was since she might not make one at all. Did he seriously think she could wait while her daughter was in danger?
They were on a private road now, having just passed a pair of stone cairns taller than JJ’s Bronco, one made even higher by a raw, wooden cross perched on top. The road was flanked on both shoulders by rows of evergreens that made the prematurely dark sky seem even more ominous. She leaned over the steering wheel, staring up through the windshield, trying to catch a glimpse of blue. Hell, she’d settle for clouds that didn’t look on the cusp of spawning a tornado.
“I know,” Harlan said. “It’s cla
