With the last few miles on a rutted, semi-paved road, their destination ended up being more like thirty minutes than twenty. But Luther was right—they were way ahead of any investigators. And it didn’t matter anyway. The guy was a dead end.
Luther had told Adam and Virgil to stay in the car so he’d feel comfortable availing himself of all the tools at his disposal, including some he’d never have used as a deputy. For instance, he might tell an untruth from time to time, but he didn’t offer bribes while interrogating witnesses at the Sheriff’s Department. And he didn’t wear his sidearm. But Luther hadn’t bothered getting stupid this time; he believed the guy when he said he hadn’t heard from “Mitch” in months. They stood on the man’s porch, freezing their asses off, which was fine with Lut
