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“Deputy Beck!”
Luther only had a moment to wipe every trace of satisfaction from his face as D’Antonio approached from Grant’s office. “Sir?”
“What’s that about?” D’Antonio asked. He inclined his head toward the door Luther had shut.
“Nothing,” Luther said. “Just a C.I. on another case, so I try to keep him out of sight. But I might have a lead on our drug dealer, and the description matches the man from the diner.”
“Good,” D’Antonio said. “Why don’t we…” He scanned the hallway, then backtracked a few steps to peek into the kitchen, where he was pounced upon—verbally, at least—by Kilbourne.
“Special Agent D’Antonio, sir,” Kiss-Ass said with so much pomp, Luther half expected a salute. “Deputy Marshall just buzzed for you. She seemed to think it was important.”
His tone of voice i
