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So close, Luther thought. And yet they weren’t, and that was the problem. They were back where they started. Nowhere.
Grant had sent Luther back to Beecham County while he coordinated something else that would come to nothing. Luther felt hollowed out inside. He just wished he knew if the boy were still alive. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d been really drunk, but right now he wanted nothing more than to get totally s**t-faced. Hammered. Smashed. It would be worth the killer hangover for a couple of hours of forgetfulness.
Obviously, that wasn’t an option—he’d grab a couple hours of sleep and get back to it. One foot in front of the other.
He reached the lights at the outskirts of Plattsville and realized he couldn’t remember the last time he’d eaten. There wasn’t a damn thi
