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The doors to the Sheriff’s Department couldn’t open fast enough to accommodate Luther pushing his way through. “Beth, where are the Big Cheeses?” he asked, pausing at the front desk to give his good sense a chance to catch up with the rest of him.
“Grant’s in his den,” she said, glancing up from a computer screen full of property records. “Agent D’Antonio was in the break room with Deputy Kilbourne a few minutes ago.”
“You mean Kiss-Ass?” Luther asked.
Beth smiled before she could stop herself. “You noticed that, too, huh?”
“Martians could see that man’s big, puckered lips from their home planet,” Luther asserted on his way past her to Grant’s office.
Luther knocked on the closed door. Grant called him in, but he was deep in conversation with D’Antonio. Luther didn’t care, throwin
