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“Luther, are you okay?” JJ asked as they turned onto Main Street. It was dark now, and the periodic streetlights weren’t kind to Cold Springs, making it appear more like a museum replica of a town than a place where people actually lived.
“Yeah,” he replied offhandedly, mind obviously elsewhere.
The same streetlights that reminded JJ of a child’s train set also acted as a slow-motion strobe, flashing across the vehicle’s hood, illuminating the leading edge of the interior before disappearing as they hit the roof, only to repeat the process a few yards later. She stared at Luther’s discolored knuckles as the light passed over them again, and again. “Are you sure you’re okay?”
Luther swung his head around, as if he’d forgotten she was in the car. “I’m sure,” he said. “But listen, I do
