Chapter 53-1
53 Luther and his brother had talked at length about the Rachel situation, but didn’t solve anything. Les didn’t have so much as a Band-Aid in his medicine cabinet, so while they talked he’d cleaned and bandaged Luther’s finger with the first aid kit from the Sheriff Department’s vehicle. It wasn’t a serious cut, but it bled through the gauze almost as fast as Les could wrap it and ultimately stuck out like a chubby snowman’s digit. Then Luther awkwardly gathered the stray bits of pinwheel candy using a handkerchief so Les could mop the bloody beer slop from his coffee table. Luther placed the candy in a sealed, plastic sandwich bag. He doubted they had any evidentiary value, but he wasn’t taking any chances. “I’m taking this out to the car.” Luther was locking the candy in the vehicle’
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