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Luther wasn’t sure of his chances of finding his brother at home. It wasn’t yet midnight, possibly still early by Les’s Friday night standards, and Les wasn’t answering his cell phone.
Early. Early days… that’s the bullshit law enforcement aphorism when you know you’re already f****d.
He drove too fast. It had been three hours since the boy went missing, since he and Grant and a couple of volunteer firefighters had set up a checkpoint and searched every vehicle leaving the vicinity of the school. Then he’d coordinated follow-up searches of the grounds while Grant took the boy’s parents home. They weren’t completely flipping out yet, which to Luther’s mind meant they got a gold star. Beth had offered to stay with them, but the DA’s office was sending someone, freeing Beth up for her n
