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Despite his best intentions, Luther didn’t make it to the Command Center briefing. There’d been rumblings there a few weeks ago, when Rachel was missing, and now at least half the assholes in the building would think his brother was a freaking pedophile. In the end, he found himself parking in front of the Sheriff’s Department instead.
The few cars scattered around the parking lot likely belonged to officers picking up department vehicles or riding with someone else. The front door was locked, and most of the lights were off. Still, no doubt there was someone in uniform wandering around the halls or taking a dump, ostensibly ready to field any emergencies. Luther went to his desk and peeled off his coat. He settled to cogitating, as Rudy Beck would have said. A dangerous proposition.
