72
“I appreciate you giving me a ride,” Adam said.
“Thank the deputy whose vehicle I commandeered. It’ll take us a couple of hours to get to the hospital in Morgantown,” Grant said. He straight-armed the wheel with one hand, the other resting next to the seat. The steering wheel seemed to be the only thing holding him up.
“Where’s Luther?”
Grant glanced at him, then rubbed the scruff on the side of his face. “He had to go back to Beecham County. So what’d they tell you about that ear?”
“Perforated eardrum, but it should heal okay on its own so long as I’m careful. Gotta do a round of antibiotics, just in case. Apparently I wasn’t supposed to be swimming.”
“They’d prefer you drowned?” Grant asked.
The highway veered away from the river, settling into the familiarity of a tree-lined c
