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“Do you think they made it?” JJ asked, checking her watch for no good reason. Nearly ten p.m.
Iris sat back down alongside the old Sheriff. “I imagine if they didn’t make it, we would’ve heard the commotion by now.”
Leave it to Iris to be pragmatic. Except, there was nothing pragmatic about sending her grandson and whatever the hell Harlan was to her on the lam. “Iris, this is crazy. Nothing good can come of Adam running. What happens when he and Harlan get to another county, somewhere else where they know Adam is wanted, but don’t know him? They’re both liable to end up killed.”
“Don’t be ridiculous,” Iris said.
She knew the woman was trying as much to convince herself as to convince JJ, but her temper rose with the flush that crept up her cheeks. Before it had a chance to boil ov
