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Luther spun toward the bloodcurdling sound, dropping his fork on the floor. A stunned man stood in the diner’s entryway. In his early thirties, he was about six feet tall, medium build, with short, dark brown hair just beginning to curl. He looked almost as exhausted as Luther felt, and he was in need of a shave. The man’s eyes locked on Rachel, who was screaming her ever-loving head off. Then his gaze swung to Luther as he rose from his stool. Luther was certain he’d never seen the man before, but he was equally certain the man recognized him, not just his uniform.
The man blinked, then turned and ran out the door.
Luther followed. He still felt the aches from the previous day’s chase and knew he didn’t have a chance in hell of catching the man, but by God he was going to try. The d
