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Luther cringed as his SUV, with Adam behind the wheel, nearly sideswiped a pickup. It settled for striking the vehicle’s side mirror so it hung limply from the truck’s door. Where the hell was Adam headed? What was he going to do, other than run up Luther’s insurance deductible? And what the hell was Luther thinking, confessing to the man the way he had, before Virgil’s body was even cold?
He couldn’t find his cell phone. He must’ve dropped the damn thing. Luther finally saw the device on the ground, but nearly fell again and gave it a little kick, trying to pick it up. “Shit.”
Bracing himself on one popping knee, Luther stretched out a hand for his phone and caught a glint of something else with his one good eye. A familiar, silver chain. He’d first seen it around Adam’s neck the ni
