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Adam watched Luther pull his gun from its holster and examine it in ways that meant nothing to Adam. When Luther nodded to himself and reached for the door with his free hand, Virgil said, “Wait.”
Virgil looked over his shoulder at Adam and asked, “Ready?”
Adam closed his eyes and pressed his mother’s key against his sternum. He breathed deeply, but found it more difficult to relax in the car than when sitting outside. As before, he concentrated on the crackling sound of the campfire the night Danny was kidnapped, feeling it transition to the gravel road that had crackled beneath their tires just moments ago, and then…
Then nothing. No connection.
Easy, Virgil whispered in Adam’s mind.
He went deeper. There was a sense of the ground slowly dropping beneath him like an elevator, an
